<?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-6744664</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:48:31.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OoOoOo La La.. </title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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>253</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-1820059816937937266</id><published>2008-11-30T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:35:23.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minah Punggol</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-1820059816937937266?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/1820059816937937266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/1820059816937937266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1820059816937937266' title='Minah Punggol'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-8043960069905671359</id><published>2008-04-15T06:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:20:20.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On MC..</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;hello everyone. it's 10am on a Tuesday morning and here i am, at home, typing away.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;on 1-day MC la.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i've been having dry coughs &amp; flu for the past few days and yesterday was the worst. was sneezing the whole time plus the nose block. decided to see the doctor even tho' i'm not that sick. meaning, i'll go to the doctor when my temperature hits 38 degrees and above. &lt;EM&gt;itu confirm dapat 2 hari MC&lt;/EM&gt;.. hee..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;arrghhh.. &lt;EM&gt;idungku sumbat&lt;/EM&gt;..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;has anybody seen the latest movie by Keanu Reeves? Street Kings? well, i do. hmm.. not the "up there" kind of movie.. good cop turns bad, killing each other, betrayal blah3x.. and Chris Evans had to die! ppffttt. Chris Evans = the human torch from the movie "Fantastic Four". yesss.. that one! and there were appearances from Common and The Game (50 Cent protege). who's that? nevermind.. you guys just have to watch lotsa MTV. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i need to bathe now. and start doing on my assignment.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;ciao!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-8043960069905671359?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/8043960069905671359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/8043960069905671359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8043960069905671359' title='On MC..'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-5935228185492722797</id><published>2008-04-04T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T02:06:42.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No idea..</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;the new song from britney spears rocks la.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;break the ice.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;no, i'm not joking. go listen to it. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;and and and.. abg randy retains his title as WWE Champion! alamakkk... power sei! and he's married.. in real life. soon-to-be daddy. just found out about it while searching for "Randy Orton" under wikipedia. ric flair has retired, finally. and beth phoenix can really wrestle. unlike the other divas. and she has the most biggest biceps for a woman. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;altogether now - &lt;STRONG&gt;JOHN CENA PERGI BALIK KAMPUNG DA!&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;yes.. i'm gonna watch Wrestlemania 24 when it airs on Demand TV.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;that aside, i'm itching to buy something. anything. even tho' i don't need it. digicam? handphone? shoes? more shoes? more more shoes?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;or maybe i shld settle for spongebob &amp; patrick.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-5935228185492722797?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/5935228185492722797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/5935228185492722797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5935228185492722797' title='No idea..'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-1153042728350068684</id><published>2008-03-24T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:56:12.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiyayai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;took leave last Tuesday &amp; went to the Asian Civilisation Museum with Boo - and to escape the ever-so-boring iELS meeting at work. haha. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;but seriously, ever since i "changed" post, my life's at work has been a drag. i'm no longer doing my normal routine at work coz i'm "expected" to do things which are of higher responsibility. up til now, i still don't know what's my new workload - all i know is i'm supposed to do the weekly draft roster, to understudy REMO/PMO thingie, to reply to the generic email and to attend the iELS meetings. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;oooooooo-kay.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;if i'd known i'm supposed to be responsible over such things and more - and i mean &lt;STRONG&gt;MORE&lt;/STRONG&gt;, i wouldn't even want to apply for the job in the first place. i'd rather stay as a contract staff and not worry over such stuffs. sighhh.. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;i hate it when people refer me as "The New MSO".&lt;/STRONG&gt; ya.. must you tell it to everybody? not everyone reads their email, y'know.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;back to the museum trip. the Nalanda Trail exhibition was going on and we decided to give it a go. it showed how Buddhism was spread via the Silk Road. interesting. saw lots of statues and the different roles the statues hold. there were other exhibition going on too. my favourites include the west asia/islamic gallery - old Qur'ans, ceramic pottery, islamic history etc - and the javanese gallery, i love the gamelan set. would love to have that playing for my wedding. hee.. &lt;EM&gt;berangan&lt;/EM&gt;.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;we spent almost 3 1/2 hours inside the museum. worth the 10 bucks. decided to have late lunch at BK marina square and camwhored along the way. i was already feeling dizzy as i was too hungry. walked around marina square and watched The Spiderwick Chronicles.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;next trip, National Museum of Singapore!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-1153042728350068684?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/1153042728350068684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/1153042728350068684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1153042728350068684' title='Aiyayai!'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-3780269789051770659</id><published>2008-03-13T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:05:23.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonkers..</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;i don't know why.. ever since i came back from the iELS meeting this afternoon, my mood changed. i was in a rush to get hm.. i snapped at my yot.. haiyaaa..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;she asked too many questions and i guess i lost it.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;arrghhh!!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;what the hell is happening to me??!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;yesterday i went to beach road with Boo and a &lt;EM&gt;nenek&lt;/EM&gt; strike up a conversation with us. i've seen the &lt;EM&gt;nenek &lt;/EM&gt;before.. i guess.. she's the one selling &lt;EM&gt;keropoks&lt;/EM&gt; from her trolley.. i can't exactly make out what she was talking about except for.. ".. &lt;EM&gt;orang mcm awak bagus.. bole jaga nenek.. nk kawin carik ade keta.. mesti yg lawa.. nenek punya anak&lt;/EM&gt;.."&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i guess she was lonely and wanted someone to talk to. and suddenly i thought about my yot. when was the last time i spend time with her? or talked nicely to her? i can't imagine my yot sitting at a hawker centre in the rain, feeling so lost &amp; lonely.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i can be nice to others but not towards my own flesh &amp; blood? &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i hate myself at this moment. i really do. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-3780269789051770659?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/3780269789051770659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/3780269789051770659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3780269789051770659' title='Bonkers..'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-1058838000583855659</id><published>2008-03-12T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T02:21:33.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat and cops?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;mr. burn was excitedly relating his story about a cat trapped inside the current empty Majestic building at Chinatown yesterday during work. knowing that i was a cat lover, mr. burn actually managed to drag me &amp; kak asnah to help free the poor kitty. upon reaching there, we saw the poor kitty slumped up against the wall, looking frail and was curled up like a ball. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;mr. burn told us that the cat must have been trapped for at least 3-4 days, with no food, air or water to survive. we looked around the empty shop, looking for ways to free the kitty, but we didn't see any possibilities on how to save it. how the cat ended up in there in the first place remained a mystery. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;it was close to 8pm, and me &amp; kak asnah squated in front of the shop, knocked on the glass door to see if the cat was still alive. thank God it was.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;we went to look for its previous owners as there was a notice posted in front of the empty shop hoping that they would still have the key to free the cat. fat hope. fearing for the cat's safety, what did we do next? mr. burn dialled 999. yesss.. triple nine. mr. burn lodged a report on the locked-up kitty and was told by the operator that they will send some men-in-blue at that empty shop. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;we waited. waited. and waited.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;people were looking at us, esp at mr. burn. only then we realised that we were standing at Chinatown's red light district. maybe they were thinking.. mr. burn is striking a deal with 2 tudung-clad pros? siow...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;an ang-moh just touched an &lt;EM&gt;ayam's&lt;/EM&gt; bum up front.. right in front of the traffic light.. according to kak asnah la..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;15 minutes passed and still no sign of the men-in-blue. we were getting restless. we nearly wanted to go off when all of us turned around to look at the cat at the same time. and screamed. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;the cat had just walked right past us. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;did it managed to escape by itself? but thru where/what/who? we didn't see any doors/windows/gaps! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;there was actually an empty hole meant for the window right in front of the shop! all these while, the kitty went in and out thru that hole! and mr. burn thought that the kitty was trapped. and he already called the police! die.. how?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i told him to call back 999 and "cancel order". few minutes after he "cancelled order", a policeman called him back to confirm his cancellation. &lt;EM&gt;mati&lt;/EM&gt; la.. luckily he wasn't charged with nuisance call.. hee.. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;so.. ms adhana.. what should the public do when there is REALLY a trapped cat inside a building? &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-1058838000583855659?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/1058838000583855659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/1058838000583855659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1058838000583855659' title='Cat and cops?'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-3119342837263503427</id><published>2008-02-14T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:07:24.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;no.. i did not receive any flowers/chocolates/sexy lingerie on valentine's day. in fact, i don't even celebrate it at all. to me, it's just an average normal day where some people are waiting to get laid by their partners. my colleagues and i even came up with the idea of going around Bishan Park tonight armed with a video-cam. haha..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;but if you guyz come across any black roses, you're more than welcome to give them to me.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i've been so tired at work these past few days that i looked like a walking zombie. the only thing that keeps me awake are the constant &lt;EM&gt;kecoh-ness&lt;/EM&gt; at work. and the unhealthy daily dosage of nescafe. and i can't seem to finish up the nescafe as it was soOoOoOo sweet. &lt;EM&gt;potong kaki nye manis.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;auntie/apek.. i asked for nescafe &lt;EM&gt;siew tai&lt;/EM&gt;.. but how come u still mix large amounts of condensed milk &lt;STRONG&gt;PLUS&lt;/STRONG&gt; evaporated milk to my nescafe? how to drink lei.. &lt;EM&gt;manis&lt;/EM&gt; you know.. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-3119342837263503427?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/3119342837263503427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/3119342837263503427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3119342837263503427' title='Bahh!'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-1930133310549401519</id><published>2008-02-08T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T19:18:51.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;just came back from ECP few hours ago.. so tired!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the weather was hot and there were lots of people around. large number of malay families were there. during my overnight stay there, i didn't bathe. as in, i was &lt;em&gt;kopet&lt;/em&gt; til the time i reached home. how to bathe? the toilets didn't have any shower rooms. they only have the open shower area outside the toilet. i can't shower naked right? i only brushed my teeth and washed my face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;imagine, 27 hours &lt;em&gt;jadi minah kopet&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;meleket sei badan tk mandi.. eee..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-1930133310549401519?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/1930133310549401519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/1930133310549401519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#1930133310549401519' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-4446230123617759169</id><published>2008-02-06T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T19:17:58.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;great.. just took a peek at my payslip. 200+ bucks are being cut from this month's pay. thanks to the stupid technical glitch last month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;now i'm 200+ bucks poorer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;thanks hoR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;john cena appeared just when randy orton was enjoying his "winning moment" with JBL. and JBL is flabby. he shld just stick to being an announcer. cena did the F-U move to orton. c'mon.. give abang randy a break laa.. it's been a long time since i see abang randy win any title. haizz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;cooking spaghetti carbonara later. hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-4446230123617759169?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/4446230123617759169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/4446230123617759169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4446230123617759169' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-3732313884138923559</id><published>2008-02-06T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:41:35.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;it's the eve of Chinese New Year and i'm feeling super &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;! 4 officially non-working days!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;that is, if i decide not to come down to work on saturday morning. work has been very hectic lately. with the non-stop incoming stuffs to be cleared, correspondences to be replied and last minute changes, i'd probably be half as &lt;EM&gt;gila&lt;/EM&gt; as i am right now. whenever there's public holidays, there will be changes in rosters and the opening and closing of slots - last minute changes. most of us will be affected and thus wasting our precious time re-fixing the cases which we have fixed earlier. total, i have around 50 cases to re-fix by next week. and i still have to do my january's stats. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;kiwak &lt;/EM&gt;rite?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;work aside, i'll be joining Boo's family tomorrow for overnight camping trip at ECP. i bought my own tent and sleeping bag! toothbrush, toothpaste, facial wash, towel, pillow, extra shirt, jacket.. what else to pack? i seldom go camping so i kind of have minimal knowledge of what to bring. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;and and AND.. can't wait for the Cameron Highlands trip in March!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-3732313884138923559?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/3732313884138923559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/3732313884138923559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3732313884138923559' title='Happy holidays!'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-7242585814772681155</id><published>2008-01-24T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T03:06:34.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched Cloverfield with Boo and his yishun peeps yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was kinda irritated coz i had to wait for them for an hour at orchard cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had late dinner at LJS before the movie and they started talking about their upcoming Penang &amp;amp; Gunung Ledang trips which i know nuts of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. the actions were good especially the part where the statue of liberty's head was thrown on the streets. the military army trying to gun down the "thing" roaming thru' the streets of New York. but the whole plot was.. lame? an oil-tanker hit New York and suddenly, it unleashed a big, ugly alien which went around terrorising the streets of New York. the alien reminds me of Godzilla. it went around knocking into tall buildings and stepping onto cars and people. but there's no ending to the movie. i think nobody survived. i tink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when the lights were back on at the theater, everybody went like.. "huh? that's all?" or "where's the ending?" or "lameeeee!!!" or "what the heck.. an alien?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-7242585814772681155?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/7242585814772681155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/7242585814772681155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7242585814772681155' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-4228105490620259434</id><published>2008-01-18T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T01:57:13.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;hardcore holly versus carlito.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Boo's back from indonesia! yea.. yea! paid him a visit last thursday night and he showed me the video he took at the village during the kekah ceremony. mine was a little black sheep. very fiesty &amp; stubborn. heh.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;besides the kekah ceremony, he went around shooting historical places and ruins which were said to have magical powers. there were these ponds which will turn misty even under bright sunlight. walked through jungles to see a &lt;EM&gt;makam&lt;/EM&gt;. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;hardcore holly wins the match.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;yeah.. i'm watching wrestling now. it's a match between william regal and triple h. first blood match. basically, the one who draw blood on his opponent wins the match. i lurrvvv triple h's entrance.. with all that huffing and puffing.. the music too.. makes him look mean and menacing.. hee..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;william regal's hair is so &lt;EM&gt;serabai.&lt;/EM&gt; eeee.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;back to boo. well.. i didn't make a surprise visit at the airport. it's too early. but i'm grateful that he's back, safe and sound, and had enjoyed his stay at indonesia. villagers helping one another for the kekah ceremony - something which you seldom see nowadays, even at weddings.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;triple h won! he busted william regal's head open and just did a pedigree on him! yeahhh..!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-4228105490620259434?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/4228105490620259434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/4228105490620259434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#4228105490620259434' title='He&amp;#39;s back!'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-6022644496762890144</id><published>2008-01-14T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:26:04.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hmm.. he has been in indonesia for the past 6 days and he'll be back this thursday. that's the longest we've been apart.. geographically. heh.. he's there to get to know about his family roots and to visit some of the villages there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;his flight from indonesia will land at 6 am this thursday. can i actually wake up at 4, leave house at 5.15 and reach there on time? and rush off to work by 7? i'll probably need to drink lotsa ice mocha at work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyhoo, he told me not to be so &lt;em&gt;gila&lt;/em&gt; to fetch him early in the morning. he wouldn't be sure if his flight will be on time. hmm.. so how now brown cow? shld i just pop up at the airport? waittt.. which terminal aR?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on another note, work has been terribly hectic with lotsa outstanding stuffs to clear. even i don't get to see zana everyday even tho' we're "neighbours" now. hers is even worst. she don't even have her own computer at her desk! haiyaa.. she's been busy too.. aside from being the new chick at court.. haa..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;zana, if you're reading this - which i doubt so - have lunch at my desk one day k.. if you're free la..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i miss him la. very very much. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-6022644496762890144?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/6022644496762890144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/6022644496762890144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6022644496762890144' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-768168918149378057</id><published>2008-01-12T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T09:14:33.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Otak Blank</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;hello!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;it's saturday morning and i'm already awake. starting my 5th year at Pergas today. looking back, i was quite sceptical that i could make it thru the 5 years. there was a point of time whereby i wanted to quit and join another institution. i was kind of lonely and had no friends. but alhamdulilah, gained back from being negative and sailed thru the years. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;not mentioning, i have great classmates too.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;i don't think i'm gonna get the SPI cert coz i failed a few pprs and hasn't taken the &lt;EM&gt;hafalan&lt;/EM&gt; test since Year 2. hmm..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;i attended a course on Responsiveness In Frontline Customer Service on 7 &amp; 8 January at civil service college with atok, ai ling &amp; christina. interesting stuffs we learned but obviously, we can't be 100% "service-oriented" to public coz most of the public that comes to court makes our blood boil. haa..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;an incident happened at work while i was away on course. atok, stephen &amp; kak z were OT-ing last monday evening. it was a few minutes after 7 pm when they heard a loud sound as if someone was being strangled. they went out of the registry and searched the whole of level 3 to see if there's anybody who made that sound. apparently, there was no one else except for the 3 of them. soooo.. who made that sound? creepy huh.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;"friends" do linger around at family court. it was reported that before the building became family court, it used to be MOM. and when MOM moved, the building was left empty &amp; unattended. herrkkk..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-768168918149378057?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/768168918149378057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/768168918149378057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#768168918149378057' title='Otak Blank'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-288815173907202721</id><published>2008-01-06T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:36:39.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hola! reached home an hour ago. spent the whole afternoon with Boo's mom + sis + granny. it was his mom's birthday last friday and the both of us decided to give them a treat. had fish &amp;amp; chips, lasagne, tom yum noodle, black pepper rice, mediterranean spaghetti &amp;amp; marble cheesecake @ VivoCity's Secret Recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a boo-boo earlier. wanted to withdraw $100 but accidentally pressed $1000. i was still dreaming when the money was dispensed from the atm machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking to myself - "how come so many notes??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after looking down at the dispense money slot - "&lt;em&gt;ape&lt;/em&gt;??!! $1000??!! &lt;em&gt;gile ke aku ni&lt;/em&gt;???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i forced myself to deposit the rest of the $900 back to my account. if not, i'll start buying bags, shoes, clothes, lingerie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait - i did bought a brown beaded necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo's going off to a village in Indonesia this coming wednesday to commemorate the start of &lt;strong&gt;Muharram&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; to do &lt;em&gt;kekah&lt;/em&gt; over there. he'll be gone for 9 days. what i've been told, the village is one of the poorest in that area til no one actually did any &lt;em&gt;ibadah korban kambing&lt;/em&gt; for the past hari raya haji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that Boo's helping out. guess that i'll have to endure the 9 days without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uwaaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-288815173907202721?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/288815173907202721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/288815173907202721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#288815173907202721' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-6017656605234664060</id><published>2008-01-05T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T16:48:19.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a week it has been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 january 2008 - i started my post as management support officer with subordinate court. there were 6 of us new staffs - cheryl, nisha, martina, zana, zainah &amp;amp; me - and we clicked really well with one another. we had our orientation program for the next 3 days. we met up with the SDJ, SDR, heads of different departments, had an overview of their jobscope and went around different courtrooms and actually sat for a hearing! it was at this traffic offence court (can't rmbr the courtroom number) and there were 3 accused seated at the dock. the first accused was charged for drink-driving and the judge sentenced him to $3000 fine and banned him from riding class 2 vehicles for 18 mths. at court 22, we saw photos of deceased ppl that were tendered to court as evidence. deceased as in, unnatural death such as suicide, drowning etc. i looked at a series of photos whereby an old lady committed suicide by jumping from the 9th floor of her flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - (hiding behind martina) "eh, where's her head?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martina - "there.. facing the camera. the skull's been cracked open.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - "huh? where? can't see.. u mean that's not her neck? she wasn't decapitated?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martina - "i think she fell hard on her head. those blood are from her head. look."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zana intercepted by flipping to the next picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - "eeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what i saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a close-up picture of the dead woman's face with her eyes and mouth wide open, blue-black in colour and blood coming out from her mouth/eyes/ears (can't rmbr). i could feel the epok2 which i had earlier in the morning rising up from my stomach to my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next set of photos was of a middle-aged man who suffocated himself. this wasn't as bad as the previous photos coz most of the pix were blur. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we attended the talk on SCT, the dead woman's face was still stuck in my mind. it got worse when i went to the ladies. baahhhh! only after i performed my zuhur prayers did the image faded away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was "officially" handed over to my department (FJJC) and went up to my workstation, i started to panic. 3 days of unattended work greeted me. and  i ended up going home @ 8.30pm on a friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soOoOoOo looking forward to this year.. rittteeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-6017656605234664060?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/6017656605234664060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/6017656605234664060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6017656605234664060' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-3189805165129851097</id><published>2008-01-01T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T00:35:24.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know, i know. shoot me if you want. &lt;em&gt;sekejap multiply, sekejap livejournal&lt;/em&gt;. and i'm back here once again. i tried blogging at livejournal but i didn't feel any sense of "belonging" there. weird huh? hopefully, just hopefully.. blogspot will remain as my permanent blogging area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it's already 2008. and what have i achieved so far? *snorts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't believe in making new year's resolutions coz i know i won't achieve any of them. i'm just thankful that everyday God gives me His blessings to live. i know i've been neglecting my "inner self" &amp;amp; God and my only hope for this year is to be more closer to God. try to be more calm and not the hot-headed and stubborn person that i'm born with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't in a good mood since yesterday. things took a turn. i guess, i really really need a reality-check. it's no use promising to ppl that you'll change but you don't do anything abt it. you begin to take that person seriously when he turns his back on you. right now, it feels like a piece of rope hanging from a tree. when the wind blows, it sways left and right. right being i'm on the right track and left being i'm on the wrong track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder which direction the wind will blow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-3189805165129851097?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/3189805165129851097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/3189805165129851097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3189805165129851097' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-5786036817392467688</id><published>2007-08-18T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:15:13.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised to upload my D&amp;D pictures in my next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm in no mood to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired, sleepy, cranky and extremely hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, at this hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to &lt;strong&gt;WORK&lt;/strong&gt; this morning. saturday morning, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got assignments due this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've not yet brush my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-5786036817392467688?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/5786036817392467688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/5786036817392467688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5786036817392467688' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-5066003859205908122</id><published>2007-07-30T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:51:01.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling so tired today. i've got tonnes of stuffs to do at work and Pergas assignments due this week. ustaz is still covering "Bab Munakahat". and this week's assignment is about marriage &amp; love. i wonder.. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended my company's Dinner &amp; Dance function last saturday with Boo. it was held at the Marriott Hotel. the show's theme was "Historic Singapore". the food tastes horrible. all 6-7 dishes were just.so.bland. horribly terribly grotesquesly bland. everything were just so tasteless. and we found out that they catered halal chinese-style food for everyone. rittteeee.. and to think that majority of the people who attended the function were in favour of hot, spicy food. baahhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the horrible food served to us, the whole event was so-so. the emcee was ok, but last year's emcee, Justin, was even better. and and AND.. the only performance i liked was by Kumar. yesss.. THE KUMAR. he's brilliant! he's blunt! he's a cross-dresser. he's funny! he's spontaneous! and he is so &lt;em&gt;sardin&lt;/em&gt;! god i love his performance! let's pray that he's gonna be the emcee for next year's event. haa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won a $20 Adidas voucher and Boo won Coffee Bean card. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the event ended at 11pm (early sia..) and some of us continued the party by dancing at the dancefloor. i tried to be &lt;em&gt;le paparazi &lt;/em&gt;but can't make out who - or what - was dancing in front of me. and i ended up snapping pictures of someone's butt. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post some of the pictures on my next entry. wait &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;lurrrrrvvv&lt;/em&gt; kumar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i &lt;em&gt;lurrrrrvvvvv&lt;/em&gt; Boo too. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-5066003859205908122?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/5066003859205908122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/5066003859205908122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5066003859205908122' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-8418450984402986169</id><published>2007-07-25T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:04:16.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;perut saya sudah masuk angin. macam mana? hendak teruskan niat saya untuk makan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to food, i'm terribly fussy. i want something that tastes good and spicy at the same time. where to find such food at this hour? and at this god-forsaken place of mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nampak gaya aku makan bubur + kari ayam je laa..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been eating bland-tasting food these past few weeks and i don't understand why some malay stalls nowadays don't provide chilli. be it sambal chilli padi or sambal kicap or whatever sambal that's hot. i'm craving for anything hot &amp; spicy now. how how how???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suddenly thinking of the tom yum ban mian at vivocity's banquet. &lt;em&gt;pedas dia.. mak oi..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about nasi ayam penyet at the Ayam Penyet Ria stall? sambal belacan.. slurrrpp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrgghhh.. i'm a sambal freak!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-8418450984402986169?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/8418450984402986169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/8418450984402986169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8418450984402986169' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-50694317072354210</id><published>2007-07-13T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:09.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy 2-yrs anniversary to me &amp; Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the initial plan was to spend time at sentosa and to check out the new stuffs there. but since he was still at work yesterday morning, we had to change plans. i didn't want him to do any walking/running/climbing/other physical activities since he would feel very tired after work. so, we decided to watch Harry Potter at The Cathay and hv dinner at Sofra Turkish Restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was kind of a simple normal date, but the time spent with each other - priceless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and me, watching Harry Potter? itz my first time! i know.. itz the 5th Harry Potter movie. but everything has a beginning right....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087042002931139602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RpjNv9YzxBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/fhNpCtG8lYE/s200/DSC00039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flowers i received from Boo! 12 stalks of roses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087042410953032738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RpjOHtYzxCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Gxbytswlrvo/s200/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;red lentil soup with turkish bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087042711600743474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RpjOZNYzxDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iFM-fMN4K1w/s200/DSC00044.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chef's plate, which consists of chicken, meat, bread, veggies. the meat's salty though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087043235586753602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RpjO3tYzxEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mw6pnKMxoMQ/s200/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caught the red sky while having dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087043716623090770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RpjPTtYzxFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PYIHQHR2cMU/s200/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the view from where we're seated&lt;br /&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/6744664-50694317072354210?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/50694317072354210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/50694317072354210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#50694317072354210' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RpjNv9YzxBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/fhNpCtG8lYE/s72-c/DSC00039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-7093136595754546962</id><published>2007-07-11T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T01:16:17.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.. i'm feeling upset. read thru felinestrange.multiply.com and found out that this particular white cat, Latte, juz died. he's juz a kitten! and his other companion, Mudpie, is currently ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latte looks like that white cat i've seen roaming in front of my work place in the evenings. i saw her again today. all by herself under the tree. i approached her slowly and even before i got near her, she saw me and went straight at me! i mean.. she was this timid lil' cat when i first saw her. it was so difficult to get her to come out and feed her. she was always hiding under the bush and very, very scared of humans. and to see this cat running towards me juz now.. i felt extremely smiley! unfortunately, i didn't hv any fish with me. i tried feeding her with Delifranc's wholemeal bread that i was holding. she ate it lah! a cat eating bread??? i think she must hv been too hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a sucker for cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried when my neighbour's cats were taken away few yrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried when Pootie was taken away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried when Comot died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cried after reading abt Latte, Mudpie and those other cats who hv been abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gembeng kan aku ni? kucing nye pasal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love cats. totally. and i mean &lt;strong&gt;lurrrrrrrrrrvvvvveeeee &lt;/strong&gt;cats&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face it, ya'll cat-abusers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-7093136595754546962?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/7093136595754546962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/7093136595754546962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7093136595754546962' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-3511964146594207186</id><published>2007-07-02T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:53:43.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.. when was the last time i blogged? 2-3 wks ago? not to worry.. i'm still here. juz that i've been bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30 am - leaves hm for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 am - starts wk (although work starts at 8.30am officially)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 am - starts thinking abt what to hv for lunch, and goes ard the office asking almost everyone what to hv for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pm - lunch time cum &lt;em&gt;merepek&lt;/em&gt; time with colleagues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - 5 pm - feeling sleepy and not concentrating on work.. or worse, already asleep on the desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 pm - leaves work for hm/dates/what-so-ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'm lucky, i might get a chance to see Boo  or my friends after wk. if not, it's juz gonna be a date with 'The Tube'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how boring my life is. and that's why i can't bring myself to blog. coz nothing interesting ever happened in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to bathe now. it's getting hottt-hottt-hottt-er.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-3511964146594207186?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/3511964146594207186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/3511964146594207186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3511964146594207186' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-4165268545508803129</id><published>2007-06-19T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:09.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rna1HO-E3jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pp10oYM1PFs/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077444765788986930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rna1HO-E3jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pp10oYM1PFs/s200/DSC00147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comot, one of our resident cats, has passed away. knew it thru my mom as she was talking to our neighbour earlier today. the neighbour, a cat-lover himself, brought Comot to the vet and found out that Comot had a heart disease. the vet had no choice but to put him to slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder Comot has been looking sick-ish all these while. he had a health problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can distinctively remember Comot trying to rub himself at me as i squatted in front of him, patting his head. he was always hungry and i caught him "stealing" fried fish from the other resident cats. he has gone up to my hse before, much to my parentz annoyance.  gv him fish and he wld stay right outside my hse for hrs til he gets bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought he could be Pootie's replacement.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in loving memory of Comot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-4165268545508803129?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/4165268545508803129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/4165268545508803129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4165268545508803129' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rna1HO-E3jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pp10oYM1PFs/s72-c/DSC00147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-8188611314672658596</id><published>2007-06-17T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:10.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.. i lied. there wasn't any memotek session last saturday nite with Boo. well.. more like we didn't hv the chance to. as there were 3 extra spies with us. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fantastic 4 was moderately a cool show. silver surfer is a useless guy w/o his surfboard. and you call that a hero? jessica alba looks weird in blond hair. anyway, after watching the movie @ PS (we nearly didn't get the tix due to some unforeseen circumstances), we joined the 3 spies at orchard rd and ended up &lt;em&gt;lepak-ing&lt;/em&gt; at taka's coffee bean. talking trash abt someone's ex-crush and ogling at 2 transvesites.. hmm.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided to camwhore while waiting for the rain to subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077090843303927282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RnVzOO-E3fI/AAAAAAAAAF4/13kQAhZa3GI/s200/IMG_1323.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077091186901310978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RnVziO-E3gI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YVLlIuAdIDY/s200/IMG_1322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077091539088629266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RnVz2u-E3hI/AAAAAAAAAGI/I-HXE1Mh_eE/s200/IMG_1327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077091839736340002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RnV0IO-E3iI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/r60QTfvQCpM/s200/IMG_1325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm the one wearing those cute white shoes anyway. cute. as always. ahakz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-8188611314672658596?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/8188611314672658596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/8188611314672658596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8188611314672658596' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RnVzOO-E3fI/AAAAAAAAAF4/13kQAhZa3GI/s72-c/IMG_1323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-6878477327937902436</id><published>2007-06-15T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T01:48:18.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm bored. at this hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fat &amp; ugly. at this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWE is becoming crappier. haiyahhh. and Randy Orton is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the bad guy. when will he be the much long-awaited hero of Raw? like a few yrs ago, when he got out of the-once-evil-Evolution and turned his back against Triple H, Ric Flair &amp; Batista. he fought all of them and gained the Heavyweight Champ title from Triple H. and everyone was chanting "Orton.. Orton..".. those were his glory days. haizzz.. c'mon WWE.. let Orton be the gd guy this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, meeting Boo for wayang-makan-memotek sesion ltr in the day.. and nite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooouuuuu....................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-6878477327937902436?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/6878477327937902436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/6878477327937902436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6878477327937902436' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-7487352542128577250</id><published>2007-06-03T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:10.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RmK32yqnzhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dbZTh9ACWis/s1600-h/IMG_1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071818282313960978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RmK32yqnzhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dbZTh9ACWis/s200/IMG_1311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RmK3rCqnzgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5Yjp22lp_Ds/s1600-h/IMG_1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071818080450498050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RmK3rCqnzgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5Yjp22lp_Ds/s200/IMG_1310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i spent the first half of yesterday running around orchard rd with Zana buying these stuffs, which costs me almost $170! 2 pairs of pants, 2 dresses &amp;amp; 2 pairs of shoes.. worth it? i hope so.. coz it's not my pay-day yet! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i hv a feeling that i won't stop there. i'm a shoe freak. my mom has been complaining to me to stop buying any more shoes or she'll force me to throw out the old ones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but, i'm a gal. and gals need nice things esp shoes. shoes. and more shoes. hee..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hv to thank Zana for being my fashion guru. she made me buy the white shoes (coz i normally buy black ones) and to be daring wearing white. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i luv her. ahakz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i can't wait to watch 2x5 Dol on suria this coming wednesday.. hee..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-7487352542128577250?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/7487352542128577250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/7487352542128577250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7487352542128577250' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RmK32yqnzhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dbZTh9ACWis/s72-c/IMG_1311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-6906469410475288565</id><published>2007-05-29T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T00:39:13.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how did i spent my Monday morning? well.. it was spent by me, haidah &amp; christina running around levels 4 and 9 at the NTU Alumni bldg frantically searching for our classrm seminar on the counter &amp; customer services course. after being lost in that bldg for more than 30 minutes - no receptionist, no info counter, no-body - we were told that our course had been cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the way from serangoon to buona vista early in the morning and the course has been cancelled??? no one informed us, no one informed our HR and we had to call our HR to call CSC and then they had to inform us that it was cancelled. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we had to call them huh? aren't they the ones organising the course??? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pfffttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes my pathetic $80 counter allowance for next mth. yes, pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it was still early, we decided to hv b'fast at holland v. and took our own sweet time to get back to work. we were actually tempted to drop off at vivo city and took the morning off, u see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;buttt... wellll..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-6906469410475288565?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/6906469410475288565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/6906469410475288565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#6906469410475288565' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-944933301720306953</id><published>2007-05-20T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T19:25:01.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i must hv been so tired that i fell asleep on the sofa while watching MTV Cribs. with my glasses on. i must admit, this wk's been busy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i woke up feeling extremely annoyed. why? don't ask. i'd rather keep it to myself and not let others know. u must think that itz a small matter but still, i'm annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, howz my Pergas xm? alhamdulillah.. managed to do. but i ended up writing abt terrorists on one of the essay question for Tasawwur Islam. 10 marks dei! haaa.. i've still got 1 more ppr to clear this wk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.24pm. k lah, need to pray. see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-944933301720306953?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/944933301720306953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/944933301720306953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#944933301720306953' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-8787941551395399502</id><published>2007-05-16T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:04:42.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dear fren, zana, has juz lost her elder brother to a mishap which happened at Gunung Ledang yesterday. it was all over the news today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received a msg from her at ard 7am yesterday telling me that her bro was involved in an accident and was in critical condition. apparently, he was on a NIE hiking trip at Gunung Ledang and was hit in the right side on his head while he was sleeping in the tent by a fallen tree. it was raining heavily that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her to calm down and everything wld be fine and to pray for the best for her bro. several minutes later, i received another msg from her and this time she told me that her bro had passed away. i was shocked. she called and i rushed down to her place to comfort her. her parentz &amp; relatives were in a state of disbelief, shocked, sad.. everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, mas &amp; timah attended the funeral wake this morn. as her bro's body laid there before our eyes, it brought me back flashes of my late grand-dad &amp;amp; ex-classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grand-dad passed away last september due to sickness. he was lying on the floor, wrapped up and all of us reciting prayers for him.  i remembered pouring &lt;em&gt;pacai&lt;/em&gt; over him and giving him one last kiss on the cheek. the first &amp; the last kiss. i was nvr close to my grand-dad and i seldom visited him when he was sick. but somehow on that day, i poured my heart &amp;amp; eyes out, knowing that i hv lost my grand-dad forever and i regretted, til this day, that i followed my stubborn-ness of not being a grateful grand-daughter. i regretted not seeing him for the last time when he was alive. i regretted for not making things better between me &amp; my grand-dad. i cried in my room silently, knowing that i won't be able to see him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ex-classmate, Achmad Shariff, passed away last May because of a bike accident. 7 yrs has passed after taking our O's and we met again, but this time at his own funeral. again, i felt terribly sad as he was one of those ppl whom u can easily make frenz with. i remembered an incident during Maths class. i was on the verge of vomitting (i was feeling unwell) but i can't open my mouth. Achmad was sitting beside me &amp; he saw me squirming and looking sick-ish. he immediately told the teacher that i had to go to the loo. til this day, i thanked him for that.. if not i wld hv vomitted right there in the claasrm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these incidents affected me deeply as we nvr know when death is gonna strike us. the latest being zana's bro.. i'm sure she &amp; her whole family will pull this thru together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, Boo has been feeling sick this past wk and it worries me when he told me he nearly faint after having a jog this morn! he was put under observation yesterday at TTSH but luckily, nothing came up. i was so worried sick abt him but he refused to let me see him at the hosp. at that time, in my mind, everything's rojak.. zana.. Boo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i can't help but worry over Boo. i try not to show it but somehow, i can't help it. i pray for his safety each and everyday and hope that things will turn out fine. is this a sign that i might be..... ? i don't know but what i do know is, i can't imagine life with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my condolenses to zana &amp; her family.. this is the biggest hurdle u hv to go thru, losing someone you love. zana, if u ever need us for those extra shoulders, we're here for u. stay strong - i know u will - and pray for ur bro that he'll be placed amongst the mukminins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us take a moment and &lt;em&gt;sedekahkan surah Al-Fatehah&lt;/em&gt; to Allahyarham Mohd Rohaizam Tumadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zana, i love u. we love u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-8787941551395399502?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/8787941551395399502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/8787941551395399502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8787941551395399502' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-1067197161110589286</id><published>2007-05-09T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:33:31.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm supposed to be watching Heroes rite now but where am i? in.front.of.the.pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd better bathe after blogging this entry else i wld miss CSI ltr. and american idol too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pocong 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at work during lunch yesterday and the.story.ended.like.that? even tho' i missed the first disc, i pretty much know how the storyline goes. 2 sisters who lost their parents in an accident ended up in a rented apartment. the younger sis has a "third" eye, so she can see things. she ended up fighting with her elder sis coz the latter dun believe in ghosts. and when strange things start happening in their house, the elder sis went to see a bomoh - whose name is Bapak Ki Gendeng sumting.. in javanese "Gendeng" means stupid - and he gave her the ability to see "the other world". in the story, she managed to prevent a pretty much confused ghost from killing her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my question is - what's the pocong got to do with the story? the show was more focused on the "confused-ghost-trying-to-kill-the-younger-sis" part.. the pocong merely appeared thruout the show, standing at the staircase, in the toilet, in the living rm &amp; doing basically nothing cept' scaring the main characters. so what's the connection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-1067197161110589286?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/1067197161110589286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/1067197161110589286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1067197161110589286' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-7968329984829116364</id><published>2007-05-06T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T18:11:14.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The Toilet Issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat a way to start off a topic. why? because i'm staying off hawker centre toilets as of now! i'm banning myself! tat includes those wet-market toilets, external mrt toilets and those toilets wic i deem unfit from the naked eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang mo kio mrt stn has the most stinkiest toilet ever. i've been there before and wat can i say, the situation gets worse everytime i'm there. tissue/toilet ppr stuck all over the toilet bowl, over-flowing sanitary bins, the smell.. urrgghhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at one of geylang's hawker ctr yesterday evening and unfortunately, i needed to use the toilet. i was skeptical of the toilet as it was at a... hawker centre. i got up from my seat and proceeded to the loo. as i was waiting for whoever's inside the loo, i saw a baby cockroach crawling out the door. fine. baby cockroach. &lt;em&gt;tkde hal&lt;/em&gt;. and when this makcik finally came out of the toilet, i was on the verge of cursing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"eh makcik! tk tau flush kape? tu taik masih bertakong pat toilet bowl.. sedap main jln!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she did flush, but only once. and she didn't even bother to check if her shit is still floating in the bowl. and her shit was what greeted me in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stepped out of the toilet, looking and feeling annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partly because of that makcik's shit and the condition of the toilet. wet, dingy, dirty.. uurrghh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't stand ppl smoking and throwing their cigarette butts in the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;how many times u flush the toilet, the smoke smell still remains. idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't understand why sum ppl can't "aim" properly and leaving a trail of urine on the toilet seat and on the floor??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'm in the loo, i'll flush 4-5 times before leaving to make sure that i left "nothing" behind.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't fancy ppl leaving their strands of hair on the sink. itz disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's why i fancy shopping mall and hotel toilets. they smell nice and looks way classier.&lt;br /&gt;i'm extremely fussy when it comes to toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cerewet mcm orangnya jugak. hee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-7968329984829116364?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/7968329984829116364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/7968329984829116364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7968329984829116364' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-8282858710539790299</id><published>2007-04-30T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T13:56:24.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, Pergas held a family carnival @ msjd kassim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class was assigned to set up a food stall. initially, all of us had no idea wat to sell. either the food suggested by Pergas had been taken by other ppl or we had to share the same food stuffs wit other classes. finally, we managed to get a list of food to be sold at the carnival. lontong kering, ice jelly, yam &amp; sweet potato, bread pudding, konyaku jelly, &lt;em&gt;suji&lt;/em&gt; pudding and steamed corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i volunteered to make konyaku jelly. all 84 pieces of them. to be sold at 3 pieces for $1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i arrived at the carnival ard 12.30pm and there were already lotsa ppl. there was also a talk going on in the mosque.. sumting abt teenages &amp; sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a warm sunday afternoon and by 3pm, all of our food had been sold out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess wat, our stall managed to raise $584! a great acievement &amp; teamwork by all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratz to us, students of Year 4 Saturday afternoon class!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-8282858710539790299?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/8282858710539790299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/8282858710539790299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8282858710539790299' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-9058132380272772372</id><published>2007-04-27T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T13:39:27.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanx to the workplan which we had at work this morn, i hv tonnes of outstanding stuffs to be cleared by nx wk! and nx tues is a public holiday! i'm not wonderwoman, y'know. boring speeches made by several boring ppl and the food catered wasn't tat nice anyway. hv u ever heard or tasted &lt;em&gt;sweet mee goreng&lt;/em&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was having my dinner juz now, i suddenly thought of my late step-aunt. how she'd always remind me to visit her frequently &amp; to bring along my boyfren, if i hv any. at tat tm, i was too young to hv a bf &amp;amp; so, i juz ignored her "&lt;em&gt;bwk lah bf nor skali.. wak nk tgk&lt;/em&gt;..". i guessed that if she ever found out if i had a bf, she must hv been estatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i realised that she won't be able to watch me get married. or see my hubby. or see me &amp;amp; my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i realised that sumhow.. i missed her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-9058132380272772372?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/9058132380272772372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/9058132380272772372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#9058132380272772372' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-7501182883993170416</id><published>2007-04-27T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:07:20.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>itz almost 1 am and i'm still not asleep yet! looks like i hv to force myself to a cup of nescafe &lt;em&gt;siew tai&lt;/em&gt; during work this morn. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried. lotsa stuffs to do by this wkend. firstly, itz that Tasawwur Islam assignment. i've yet to print out the finishing touches. secondly, the 30-50 pieces of konyaku jelly for sunday's carnival. hopefully it'll turn out ok.. with The Mother's help of course. thirdly, another assignment due next wkend and i hv no freakin' idea what to start off with! lastly, Pergas exam in 3 wks' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in all, i havn't touch a single damn thing! and here i am, blogging away in the middle of the nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hv a big red pimple on my right cheek. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saiful nizam, my ex-damai classmate, msged me earlier. something abt he &amp; azhar organising a gathering in june. finally.. been waiting for someone to come up with that gathering. his last sentence read.. "Pls spread the word to our ex E4 classmates". altho' itz been 8 yrs since we last saw one another, problem is.. i can't rmbr most of my classmates names or faces by now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gerek kan???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-7501182883993170416?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/7501182883993170416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/7501182883993170416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7501182883993170416' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-4215483671432068922</id><published>2007-04-12T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:01:20.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this incident might be weeks ago but i thought of sharing it wit u guyz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing scary, funny or sad.. itz juz weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u rmbr the trip i had wit Boo to the zoo? after the zoo trip, we met up wit his cozin + fren to chill. dinner at simpang bedok followed by a nite walk at bukit chandu to get to kent ridge park. for those who've nvr been to bukit chandu, well.. itz a dark place full of trees. derz a wooden walkway leading up to kent ridge. i can't exactly describe it but i bet itz a nice place to catch the sunrise/sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try nt to tink or say anyting while walking thru bukit chandu. left.. right.. itz all trees.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;tempat yg byk pokok, tu lah rmh dia&lt;/em&gt;" - if u know wat i mean. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached kent ridge and was told by his cozin's fren tat the toilet is haunted. bahhh.. isn't it obvious? a toilet in the middle of a park! hung out for a few minutes, looked at stars &amp; off we went to send me hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at hm - 12.30am. juz finished my &lt;em&gt;isyak&lt;/em&gt; prayers and was putting on facial cream in front of the mirror when i heard a weird noise coming from my rm.. or outside my rm's window. it sounded like sumone crying &amp; a mixture of scratches. it was loud til both my parents woke up and thought tat i was the one who cried. i hv no idea wat it was and slept wit the table lamp switched on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, i related the incident to my parentz &amp; asked them wat the sound was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"tu la ko! merayap pat hutan2, pastu tk bace ayat kursi. alik rmh tk beri salam. mane benda tu tk ikot ko balik?" &lt;/em&gt;alamak. mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked my dad to azan, perform his prayers &amp; recite sum Quranic verses in my rm tat nite. alhamdulilah.. noting hepened tat nite. or the nites after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why the cries? maybe "it" was trying to get in but can't becoz i recited &lt;em&gt;ayat kursi&lt;/em&gt; after my prayers. or.. maybe "it" was crying for help becoz "it" was stuck at the palm tree outside my window? &lt;em&gt;terbang sana sini.. tersangkot pat pokok kot?&lt;/em&gt; haa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, weird la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-4215483671432068922?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/4215483671432068922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/4215483671432068922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4215483671432068922' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-5824929972236596143</id><published>2007-04-09T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:11.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rhp48tJy7pI/AAAAAAAAAFg/IiwBcAXX_PM/s1600-h/shooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051482916357598866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rhp48tJy7pI/AAAAAAAAAFg/IiwBcAXX_PM/s200/shooter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched Shooter with Boo last saturday after attending Faizah's wedding. the movie? well.. besides mark wahlberg looking ho-ho-ho-hotttt, the movie's... so-so la. lotsa yakking til came to a point (several points, tat is) tat i can't make out wat they're saying. the plot is predictable but at least the main characters were "alive" in the show. tweener from Prison Break.. he's in it too. but he got killed barely 10 minutes into the movie. haa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for those who like rifles, guns, bombs.. and marky mark.. the movie's for u. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as for me.. i'm sexcitingly waiting for spidey. yeaaahhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-5824929972236596143?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/5824929972236596143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/5824929972236596143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5824929972236596143' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rhp48tJy7pI/AAAAAAAAAFg/IiwBcAXX_PM/s72-c/shooter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-2554834435977211518</id><published>2007-03-30T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:13.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rhp1bdJy7oI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OrqqaG4f4U4/s1600-h/IMG_1298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051479046592065154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rhp1bdJy7oI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OrqqaG4f4U4/s200/IMG_1298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rhp1FdJy7nI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lmiIeGPOtzc/s1600-h/IMG_1280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051478668634943090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rhp1FdJy7nI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lmiIeGPOtzc/s200/IMG_1280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rhp01tJy7mI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4CgCSsh8HuM/s1600-h/IMG_1273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051478398052003426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rhp01tJy7mI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4CgCSsh8HuM/s200/IMG_1273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rhp0j9Jy7lI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZyxEPOzjZwQ/s1600-h/IMG_1237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051478093109325394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rhp0j9Jy7lI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZyxEPOzjZwQ/s200/IMG_1237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rhp0UNJy7kI/AAAAAAAAAE4/v0Dc6OJTqCg/s1600-h/IMG_1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051477822526385730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rhp0UNJy7kI/AAAAAAAAAE4/v0Dc6OJTqCg/s200/IMG_1236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rhp0F9Jy7jI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3SGKQUjcOwg/s1600-h/IMG_1216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051477577713249842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rhp0F9Jy7jI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3SGKQUjcOwg/s200/IMG_1216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rhpz5tJy7iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3DGZCZhTHDA/s1600-h/IMG_1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051477367259852322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rhpz5tJy7iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3DGZCZhTHDA/s200/IMG_1222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to the zoo last wednesday to juz.. chill. walked past Ben &amp; Jerry's. and never had the chance to grab the ice-cream. ppfffttt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the most amazing animal has got to be the white tiger. itz big, ferocious and all 3 tigers looked.. uumm.. hungry. no wonder.. their feeding time is at 3.30pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sum pixs posted as above. enjoy!&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/6744664-2554834435977211518?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/2554834435977211518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/2554834435977211518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2554834435977211518' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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/_pLbsoyQZDoA/Rhp1bdJy7oI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OrqqaG4f4U4/s72-c/IMG_1298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-2499908946013595386</id><published>2007-03-27T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T12:07:00.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i watched ninja penyu last nite! lotsa fighting scenes but sadly, the movie's juz 1.5 hrs long. they shld make the movie longer! prob 3 hrs! i miss those turtles, esp my all-tm fav Leonardo. heard tat itz sort-off a "last movie" for the turtles? sad la.. uwaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe they can create a new character.. say a female fighting turtle? long lost sister of the 4 penyus? maybe la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last nite saw me understanding the oh-so-true meaning of "&lt;em&gt;kawan makan kawan&lt;/em&gt;". was walking away from the cinema after the movie when i saw this particular couple. they looked damn familiar. especially the guy. i din get a gd look at the gal but when they walked past us (me &amp;amp; Boo la..), i saw her. saaaaapppppppppp.. familiar &lt;em&gt;abis&lt;/em&gt;. and the next 3 minutes, i went like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she's with him??? he's with her??? didn't she like broke off her engagemt with...... few weeks ago and she's with him? i thought he's ur fren too? u guyz hang out together rite?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what the power of friendship can do to oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, it was the same guy who tried to get close to someone's ex-gf few yrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, he's with someone's ex-fiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;senang kata, dia suka kebas members' punya bekas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ape punya jantan. desperate sangat ke? pusing2, pat situ jugak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-2499908946013595386?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/2499908946013595386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/2499908946013595386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2499908946013595386' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-4940516991984273162</id><published>2007-03-25T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:13.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RgZ263SYP9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Sof3AxrzgIE/s1600-h/wenty2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045851186160746450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RgZ263SYP9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Sof3AxrzgIE/s200/wenty2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RgZ2zHSYP8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/JMfq1h_k3Yc/s1600-h/wenty1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045851053016760258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RgZ2zHSYP8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/JMfq1h_k3Yc/s200/wenty1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;hensem kan? kan?? kan???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i still prefer him botak. hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;botak = sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but tat applies to sum ppl only. not all hor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boo, potong rambot u mcm scofield la. like tat time bln puasa. sexy pe.. haaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pfffttt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-4940516991984273162?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/4940516991984273162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/4940516991984273162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4940516991984273162' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RgZ263SYP9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Sof3AxrzgIE/s72-c/wenty2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-4513645337135915180</id><published>2007-03-19T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:14:37.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so.. baahhh..&lt;br /&gt;sad, disappointed, depressed.. but for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i've disappointed sum ppl. as an only child, i'm supposed to be "&lt;strong&gt;somewhere&lt;/strong&gt;" by now.  as a fren, i'm supposed to be "&lt;strong&gt;the fren&lt;/strong&gt;" to them. as a lover, well.. all i can say is.. i'm nt exactly the greatest gf in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still stuck here. clueless.&lt;br /&gt;and i dun wanna be here 5.. 10.. 15.. yrs ltr.. or worst, thruout my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna move on, but nobody seems to gv me any support. maybe becoz they dun hv any confidence in me. knowing me, they'll know tat i can't go far. tat i can't excel and be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;orang melayu = lembab&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hands are tied, my feet are bounded, my lips are sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i'm back to juz being me. plain old me. maybe itz better off tis way huh? to juz dream on and nvr achieving my goals and aspirations. i'm turning 24.. might as well get married, hv kids and be a housewife. a fat one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;orang perempuan belajar tinggi2 buat apa.. ke dapur juga akhirnya&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pemikiran yg teramatlah kolot. zaman nenek moyang kita. zaman polis belum tahu pegang pistol. zaman singapura dilanggar todak. zaman hitler tanpa misainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ape aku merepek ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz, who am i.. juz who am i???&lt;br /&gt;i still dunoe wat i want in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-4513645337135915180?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/4513645337135915180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/4513645337135915180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4513645337135915180' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-6417366795064300515</id><published>2007-03-12T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:13.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;300 The Movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RfY2v13e6YI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JwOrWhFL-n8/s1600-h/xerxes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041277028429392258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RfY2v13e6YI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JwOrWhFL-n8/s200/xerxes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Come Leonidas.. let me give you a massage.. I know you'll like it.." -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;morning ya'll.. was 3 mins late today. why? pooped twice before going out for work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haaa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to watch 300 at GV marina sq. the movie? i gv it 10 fingers up!!! power.. especially all those fighting scenes, the headless scenes and.. sum topless scenes. &lt;em&gt;suke la Boo.. chett.. &lt;/em&gt;the story is based on the Greek history, between Sparta and Persian armies. Persian wants Sparta to bow to him, but Sparta refused and hence all those battle scenes. itz kind of a dark movie.. but everything's juz superb!!!&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;i like xerxes's character. why? coz he looks like a drag queen! a pretty one i might say. with all his bling blings, his "catwalk", his perfectly shaped eyebrows, long lady-like fingernails, the make-up etc. but a very, very mean king. &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;go watch the movie. worth the $9.50.&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/6744664-6417366795064300515?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/6417366795064300515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/6417366795064300515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6417366795064300515' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RfY2v13e6YI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JwOrWhFL-n8/s72-c/xerxes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-774725563650184785</id><published>2007-03-10T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T08:23:32.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shld i con't my studies? if so, wat course am i supposed to take? dun talk abt money.. &lt;em&gt;itu pelan2 bole kayuh.. &lt;/em&gt;i'm talking abt the determination &amp; time spent wen studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mother -  &lt;em&gt;"ko biar betol nk bljr? hari2 dok melepak dpn tv. time poly bknnye ko bljr betol2.. pergas tu, hafalan asik ponteng.. canne?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanx mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assignments, lectures, tests.. meaning i hv to go thru wat i went thru during poly... again. wen it comes to studying, i'm a bit of a slacker. i'd do things at the very last min. last minute = bad grades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30am - 6pm -- work&lt;br /&gt;7pm - 10pm -- study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i handle it? sumone pls gv me a boost in tis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing wic is concerning me is.. if i took up the course and graduated in it, will i get a preferred job in tat line? tis is singapore. we dun hv such a ting called &lt;strong&gt;career&lt;/strong&gt;. itz more like a 9-5 &lt;strong&gt;job&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;career and job. different &lt;em&gt;tau&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun want to be stuck wit juz my lifeless Dip in ECC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-774725563650184785?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/774725563650184785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/774725563650184785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#774725563650184785' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-3412359647393679336</id><published>2007-03-01T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:49:09.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2648/823/1600/z/701215/image-upload-4-748375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2648/823/300/z/881296/image-upload-4-748375.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm basically bored.. Currently at wk spinning ard my chair &amp;amp; laughing at my colleague's antics. Here's Boo's male cat, Mimi. Will only meow wen he's hungry. Other than tat, his fav past tm includes sleepg thruout e day. Looks like Pootie's distant cozin. Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-3412359647393679336?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/3412359647393679336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/3412359647393679336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3412359647393679336' title='Mimi'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-4534190566353817989</id><published>2007-02-28T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:43:01.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i bit on sumting small &amp; bitter today. it tasted wayyyyy horrible than medicine. or any other bitter edible stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tot it was kuaci. i've nvr eaten kuaci before and there was a tupperware full of kuacis nearby. and wen my colleague offered tis "small strange" kuaci-lookalike thingie at me, i gladly accepted it, tinking tat it was kuaci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colleague - "noi, swallow the thing. dun bite!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - *thinking to herself*.. swallow the kuaci? tot u're supposed to bite it? naaaahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i bit the "small strange" kuaci-lookalike thingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nx thing i knew, i was running back at my desk, gulping down mouthfuls of water &amp; popping a handful of mints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it tasted horrible. wayyyyy beyond horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and itz not even kuaci! sumone told me itz a medicine used for relieving migrane, high blood pressure etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u're supposed to swallow two of those kuaci-lookalike thingies as a remedy. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;swallow, not bite!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and itz not even kuaci!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-4534190566353817989?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/4534190566353817989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/4534190566353817989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4534190566353817989' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-38443510909342094</id><published>2007-02-27T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:49:16.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hie hie hie.. i'm listening to the sukiyaki song at class 95 rite now. oh wait - itz marc anthony's u sang to me. so the &lt;em&gt;jiwangness kan&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz surfed the Cat Welfare Society webbie few hrs ago and i'm going bonkers abt wanting to adopt a cat! really.. i do. i juz wanna take care of one lil' feline, to shower my love, care &amp; concern to him (i want a male cat!) and gv it a proper hm. derz lotsa cats up for adoption and gd thing is, most of them are sterilised and toilet-trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a cat tat looks and behaves like Pootie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss Pootie, and will miss her alwayz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz, i dun understand why sum idiots wld wanna abuse cats. read thru sum articles.. sum cats were scalded by hot water, dyed orange, sprayed paint, kicked &amp; thrown against the wall.. it hurts to see tat cats, &lt;strong&gt;mainly cats&lt;/strong&gt;, are subjected to these brainless act. the culprits - do they hv their dicks stuck in their heads or sumting? juz sum bunch of Hannibal Lecter wannabes? get a life la. go and abuse/torture ur own mothers or sumting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HDB doesn't allow cats to be kept as pets at hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a man walking his dog as big as a wolf juz rite under my blk. and HDB allow tat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniggers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-38443510909342094?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/38443510909342094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/38443510909342094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#38443510909342094' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-1232784308199238084</id><published>2007-02-18T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:15.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/ReHHs2uRLcI/AAAAAAAAADI/nTcHSNf6yZY/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035525431794675138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/ReHHs2uRLcI/AAAAAAAAADI/nTcHSNf6yZY/s200/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035524894923763122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/ReHHNmuRLbI/AAAAAAAAADA/SECz8JBWc9o/s200/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/ReHHB2uRLaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/gWJPRZXBTz0/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035524693060300194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/ReHHB2uRLaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/gWJPRZXBTz0/s200/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/ReHG3muRLZI/AAAAAAAAACw/5IqOpYjzopU/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035524516966641042" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/ReHGH2uRLVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-deBstDeJv8/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035523696627887442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/ReHGH2uRLVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-deBstDeJv8/s200/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/ReHGAGuRLUI/AAAAAAAAACI/CH-Rpood5KI/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035523563483901250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/ReHGAGuRLUI/AAAAAAAAACI/CH-Rpood5KI/s200/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are sum of the pixs taken during the recent trip at chinatown's CNY bazaar last friday. as u can see, we were happily grabbing our hands on the &lt;em&gt;keropoks&lt;/em&gt;, wic were actually &lt;em&gt;halal&lt;/em&gt;. well.. the only &lt;em&gt;halal&lt;/em&gt; stuffs der.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i saw 2 pairs of pig's legs hanging against a wall. shld hv taken tat pix too.&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/6744664-1232784308199238084?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/1232784308199238084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/1232784308199238084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1232784308199238084' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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/_pLbsoyQZDoA/ReHHs2uRLcI/AAAAAAAAADI/nTcHSNf6yZY/s72-c/DSC00017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-9179143255189166329</id><published>2007-02-14T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:16.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RdrG2FvSeEI/AAAAAAAAABU/_nonLrg4VoI/s1600-h/k800i.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033554166095706178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RdrG2FvSeEI/AAAAAAAAABU/_nonLrg4VoI/s320/k800i.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u guessed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am now the proud owner of a Sony Ericsson k800i mobile handphone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;helloOoOoOoOoOoOo world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and goodbye to my (ex) Nokia 3230.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-9179143255189166329?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/9179143255189166329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/9179143255189166329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#9179143255189166329' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RdrG2FvSeEI/AAAAAAAAABU/_nonLrg4VoI/s72-c/k800i.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-4239616645674658206</id><published>2007-02-08T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:16.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RdZuClvSeCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOna0p3lNXs/s1600-h/Raqin2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032330624402356258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RdZuClvSeCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOna0p3lNXs/s320/Raqin2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RdZt4VvSeBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4kllT8r3R7w/s1600-h/Raqin1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032330448308697106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RdZt4VvSeBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4kllT8r3R7w/s320/Raqin1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh, cute kan baby ni??? &lt;/em&gt;his name is Mohd Raqin, i tink 8 mths old. the first time i saw him, he smiled at me lah! i seldom see babies smile. at me. coz i tink they know i dun like kids. and whenever i hold them, they wld cry. but Raqin didn't cry.. he juz smiled! alamakkk.. Kim, i tink i'm in luv wit ur son lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kim, tunggu aku dpt anak perempuan.. nanti kite matchmake dorang dua eh.. heeee..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032334133390637106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RdZxO1vSeDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JeoPiO_kzzE/s320/raqin+%26+mom" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tatz his mom, Hakimah. &lt;em&gt;muka sama kan? mak cute, anak lagiiiiiiiii cute.. hee..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will my son be as cute as me? or cuter? *&lt;em&gt;perasan&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*pictures taken courtesy from Hakimah's multiply account*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-4239616645674658206?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/4239616645674658206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/4239616645674658206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4239616645674658206' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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/_pLbsoyQZDoA/RdZuClvSeCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOna0p3lNXs/s72-c/Raqin2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-117113609998040645</id><published>2007-02-05T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T03:34:59.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i simply lurvvvveeeeeeee tis video! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those deep, blue eyes.. aarghhh! *melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CwpFZa4cM70"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CwpFZa4cM70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-117113609998040645?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/117113609998040645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/117113609998040645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117113609998040645' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-117113225551176448</id><published>2007-02-01T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T02:30:55.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me and the lovely-lesbianic partner zana met up last tuesday at VivoCity for a session of retail therapy, camwhoring and a whole load of hugs &amp; kisses! haa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a romantic dinner at The Chicken Rice Shop, feeding each other continuously.. went to the Candy Empire after dinner and grabbed Pods &amp;amp; Wonka..&lt;br /&gt;bought 2 dresses for myself.. &lt;strong&gt;DRESSES&lt;/strong&gt;, for goodness sake..&lt;br /&gt;and camwhored at the man-made park..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, had a great time wit her..&lt;br /&gt;miss her loads, miss her even more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures paint a thousand words..&lt;br /&gt;look how lovey-dovey the both of us were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="photoFlick" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/m_photopeelmirror_r.swf" width="275" height="225" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent" flashvars="logopath=http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/ptlogo1.swf&amp;ptdim=50.10&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ptxy=275.16&amp;auto=1&amp;amp;wait=4&amp;img1=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1567/7743806/14623810/229427346.jpg&amp;amp;img2=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1567/7743806/14623810/229427324.jpg&amp;img3=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1567/7743806/14623810/229427249.jpg&amp;amp;img4=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1567/7743806/14623810/229426256.jpg&amp;img5=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1567/7743806/14623810/229426246.jpg&amp;amp;img6=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1567/7743806/14623810/229426196.jpg&amp;img7=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1567/7743806/14623810/229426163.jpg&amp;amp;img8=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1567/7743806/14623810/229426140.jpg&amp;img9=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1567/7743806/14623810/229425368.jpg&amp;amp;img10=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1567/7743806/14623810/229425365.jpg&amp;img11=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1567/7743806/14623810/229425356.jpg&amp;amp;img12=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1567/7743806/14623810/229425349.jpg&amp;img13=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1567/7743806/14623810/229425343.jpg&amp;amp;img14=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1567/7743806/14623810/227556815.jpg&amp;img15=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1567/7743806/14623810/227556806.jpg&amp;amp;img16=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1567/7743806/14623810/227556799.jpg&amp;img17=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1567/7743806/14623810/227556796.jpg&amp;amp;img18=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1567/7743806/14623810/227556785.jpg" quality="high" loop="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; 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went into the longkang. &lt;em&gt;terOk la aku ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after bowling, went to causeway point for a bit of shopping and ice-cream at swensen's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update pixs later.. if i can borrow Boo's memory card..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-117004712884904229?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/117004712884904229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/117004712884904229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#117004712884904229' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116961976653583871</id><published>2007-01-24T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T14:22:46.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>juz woke up from slp during lunch.. waaa.. refreshing!!! *stretchhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. did i tell u i cut my hair short last wk? and i mean super short. like a boy's haircut. yeah.. tat s.h.o.r.t. so, it was goodbye to my long, dry &amp; lifeless hair and hello to short &amp;amp; simple hairdo. muahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched episode 1 of season 2 of Prison Break last nite.. 8).. scofield is still hot as ever or if not.. &lt;strong&gt;hottterrrrr&lt;/strong&gt;.. Veronica Donovan has been shot dead! oooopppsss.. am i supposed to tell tat? heh. and i was wondering wat happened to LJ. T-Bag "lost" his left hand.. ooppss again.. hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zana, u're missing out one of the best shows on TV rite now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-116961976653583871?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116961976653583871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116961976653583871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116961976653583871' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116892520901918459</id><published>2007-01-16T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T13:27:18.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the past 3 entries, i've been blogging in full english language. meaning, no short cuts (eg. shld = should, wld = would), no grammar mistakes, no typo errors, no malay language usage.. in the hope of improving my english. BUT i felt so fake. i felt it wasn't me blogging. it sounded (and looked!) heavy and too serioz to me.. soOoOo, i'm &lt;strong&gt;gonna&lt;/strong&gt; use the internet lingo back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see.. &lt;strong&gt;gonna&lt;/strong&gt;?? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's session was a painful one. i felt &lt;strong&gt;uncomfy&lt;/strong&gt; thruout. it wasn't my first time &lt;strong&gt;tho'&lt;/strong&gt;.. but had to get rid of it &lt;strong&gt;anyhoo.&lt;/strong&gt; endured the pain &lt;strong&gt;wic&lt;/strong&gt; felt like shooting &lt;strong&gt;rite&lt;/strong&gt; inside of me. the pain of being a gal/woman. haaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw &lt;strong&gt;lotsa&lt;/strong&gt; shoe shops. and i kept hearing those shoes calling me out to buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i &lt;strong&gt;nd&lt;/strong&gt; new tops. decent but nice-looking ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm back being me. &lt;strong&gt;yay-ness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-116892520901918459?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116892520901918459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116892520901918459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116892520901918459' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116883926465579597</id><published>2007-01-15T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T13:34:24.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aloha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry and kinda bored at the same time. i don't know what to have for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kak asnah is having her afternoon nap and suggested buying our lunch at 1.45pm later. so i've got approximately half an hour to think of what to buy for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mee bakso? i'll get hungry &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;after eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mee goreng? eee.. i don't eat yellow mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prawn mee? over here, it's tasteless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goshhh!!! why can't we have food places like the ones in simpang bedok or bedok corner or adam road or newton or lau pa sat or hajah maimunah or.. (rattles away food places) right here in chinatown??? it's mostly teochew noodles or pig's organs soup or frog noodles or &lt;em&gt;daging babi goreng &lt;/em&gt;here. baahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how did i spend my weekends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday - after pergas, followed the parents to geylang to have dinner. had rice + kailan with mushrooms + fried baby squid at somewhere behind joo chiat complex. how much? $14.50. and i ate it alone. occasionaly the parents would try and "cuit-cuit" some of the dishes. the dishes? sedappppp gileR! after magrib, did a bit of shopping. bought myself 2 pairs of shoes, a Mary Jane and a pointy-toe. besides that, there's nothing much you can find at geylang except food. and foreigners. and "chickens". well.. didn't see one on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday - brought the parents and Boo to causeway point and treated them at Siam Kitchen. the food? well.. a bit bland. instead of spicy, the tom yum soup tasted sourish. the kailan.. thumbs down. herkk.. anyway, went home with a full tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, ita's preggers!!! congratz hoR. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-116883926465579597?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116883926465579597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116883926465579597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116883926465579597' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116784252304760477</id><published>2007-01-04T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T00:42:03.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i'm 4 days late but still.. Happy New Year! i see others blogging down their past reflections but i can't seem to remember anything right from january 2006 til' now. i suddenly realised that i've "floated" through 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still working at Family Court since 2 years 6 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;january - march 2006 -- can't remember a damn thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april 2006 -- went home at 1.30am and was fucked upside down by The Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may - june 2006 -- still memory loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;july 2006 -- 1st year anniversary with the Boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;august 2006 -- hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;september 2006 -- turned 23!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;october 2006 -- cried buckets for several days. personal. shall &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; reveal it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;november 2006 -- hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;december 2006 -- lost Pootie, my lovely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see my dearies, i have a short memory span. and i'd be expecting the same &lt;em&gt;"ingat-tak-ingat nye kes"&lt;/em&gt; when 2007 floats by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios now. la cucaraca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-116784252304760477?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116784252304760477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116784252304760477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116784252304760477' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116784069835412309</id><published>2007-01-03T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T00:11:38.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm just too plain lazy to blog these past few days. even though there are news going around.. Timah's birthday, Anna's engagement, Xmas/NYE party at work, Ida's engagement.. and not forgetting the pictures i took!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is cam-whoring in malay? &lt;em&gt;sundal kamera.&lt;/em&gt; haha. lame, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any progress on my beloved Pootie? well, she's not coming back here again. ever. i've tried getting friendly with the other neighbourhood cats hoping that one of them could replace Pootie, but to no avail. none of those cats can replace her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still mourning ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop asking me questions like when will i get married. i won't k. not so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. straight from the horse's mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-116784069835412309?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116784069835412309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116784069835412309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116784069835412309' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116646195594630091</id><published>2006-12-19T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T01:12:36.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i din took the news pretty well juz now. tried to beg my parentz to take her back, but to no avail. went inside my room and tears started falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can call me &lt;em&gt;cengeng&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;gembeng&lt;/em&gt;.. but tatz wat i am. wheneva sumting wic is dear to me is gone, i'd cry my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm talking abt Pootie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad met my neighbour and he related tis morning's incident to my dad.  the vet had to shave off a portion of Pootie's fur to get rid of the paint and rite now, she's recuperating at the vet's clinic. worst part is.. if no one claims her, she will be sent off to spca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat means i wun be able to see her anymore. wun be able to hear her frequent meows outside my door. wun be able to see heR &lt;em&gt;golek2&lt;/em&gt; in front of me. wun be able to feel her rub against my thighs. wun be able to see her &lt;em&gt;lepak-ing&lt;/em&gt; at the rocking chair. wun be able to watch her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and worst still, i wldn't noe how long i can swallow the fact tat she's no longer wit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even tho' she's not my cat, she has been a regular visitor at my hse for the past 10 mths til to the point tat my whole family has fallen in luv wit her. we fed her, gv her plain water to drink, let her wander ard our hse and even let her slp at &lt;em&gt;yot's&lt;/em&gt; rocking chair. and wen she's sleeping, she wld toss and turn.. sumtimes wit her legs sticking out of the chair.. or wit her head turning 180 degrees.. or using her hands to cover her face.. or juz simply, curling up like a prawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can spend hours looking at her sleeping.. and admire how beautiful she really is. how God made her to such a perfect looking creature. the only imperfection she had is tat she has a very short tail. but tat imperfection only makes her more perfect to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's the reason why i look forward to going hm from work every day. she wld be waiting at the lift lobby, outside my hse.. or juz anywhere.. and wheneva she sees me, she wld come straight at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she brings a smile to my face. no matter how bad my mood was on tat day, the sight of her always calms me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u guyz muz be tinking i'm crazy to cry over &lt;strong&gt;numerous&lt;/strong&gt; times for a cat. but i guess, nobody really understands how much tat cat meant to me. how she fills up the loneliness in my life sumtimes. how she makes me laugh &amp; smile. u can nvr understand.. u can't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pootie is different from all the other cats. sumting abt her juz stands out. she's one special cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still crying as i'm typing tis entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss her, lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-116646195594630091?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116646195594630091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116646195594630091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116646195594630091' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116640617721149062</id><published>2006-12-18T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T10:52:57.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goshhh.. i feel so sad for Pootie. wat has she done to deserve tis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was coming down the staircase tis morning to go to work, i saw Pootie at the lift lobby. as usual, i came up to "greet" her. but wat i saw shocked the hell outta me. sum idiotic, fucking asshole threw torquise paint on heR!!! most of the paint has dried up and it was sticking onto her upper body. and i guess, it was making her itchy as she tried to lick it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cld sumone do tat to her??? itz juz a cat, for goodness sake! cats wun disturb ppl unless u provoke heR. i nOe Pootie and i nOe sumtimes she can be a lil' bit playful but she's juz a cat. cats ARE supposed to be playful, fun creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; tink u can get away wit it, by all means. we dun hv any proof as to who did it. i hope tat wen &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; die, &lt;strong&gt;U'LL&lt;/strong&gt; die a very horrible death. mudered. limbs chopped up or sumting. or pouring kerosene all over &lt;strong&gt;UR&lt;/strong&gt; body and lit it on fire. or pouring paint down &lt;strong&gt;UR&lt;/strong&gt; fucking throat. or get into an accident and &lt;strong&gt;UR&lt;/strong&gt; whole family dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if ever Pootie dies becoz of wat &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; did, i hope &lt;strong&gt;U'LL&lt;/strong&gt; get wat u deserve. even if &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; believe or dun believe in God, Pootie is also God's creation. and if anyone messes or abuses God's creation, he/she will get justice during Judgment Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is such a sweet, sweet creature. and it pains my heart to see tat she has been abused. not to Pootie alone, but to all the resident cats under my blk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i muz thank my neighbour for bringing Pootie to the vet tis morning. i juz hope tat Pootie will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*worried sick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the fucking, low-life, son/daughter of a bitch, whom i dun tink hv enuf morals &amp; concern for other ppl and animals ard him/her.. &lt;strong&gt;U &lt;/strong&gt;are worst than a pig. &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; dun even deserve to live as a human being. We dun nd ppl like &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; pest-ing ard our neighbourhood. &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; had better stop wat &lt;strong&gt;U'RE&lt;/strong&gt; doing. &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; dun want to end up like tat bastard who is now serving time in prison for killing cats do &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-116640617721149062?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116640617721149062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116640617721149062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116640617721149062' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116634977878433334</id><published>2006-12-17T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T18:02:58.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm bored. itz a cold &amp; wet sunday and i was hoping tat i cld meet Mr Boyfren today. maybe go &lt;em&gt;jalan2&lt;/em&gt; or juz laze ard. but Mr Boyfren chose to remain silent thruout the day and can't meet me due to family stuffs. short and curt messages. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shld also 'disappear' huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody wants to go to the Food Bazaar @ Expo tis xmas wkend? dun worry, itz halal. i luv to eat but the prob is, i hv a small stomach. i can't eat a lot. haizz.. how to be a food addict? furthermore, i dun hv any food-lover "kakis" wit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle - "nor, bile nk kawin? ida da nk tunang nx mth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - "lagi 10 tahon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle - "lagi 10 tahon?!! berjanggot la aku. betol2 la.. bile nk kawin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - "lagi 10 tahon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle - "ishh budak ni, aku nk timang cucu sedare ni.. lambat la kau."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - "ye, nanti nor shotgun. dpt la timang cucu sedare nanti."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dengan selambanya aku berkata kepada pakcikku. muahahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-116634977878433334?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116634977878433334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116634977878433334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116634977878433334' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116599253781379249</id><published>2006-12-13T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:48:57.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u tell me.. am i getting fatter by the day? my hips are as wide as before but dunOe abt my waistline. or the fat percentage in my body. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not? had lontong for b'fast tis morn &amp; rice + sambal goreng + paru for lunch. how not to grow fat like tat??? well.. i did asked the makcik to put only a lil' portion of rice. i juz hate the feeling of hunger pangness between 4-6pm wen i dun eat any rice for lunch. tried many times to go rice-less for lunch and how do i feel? giddyness upon reaching hm at 7pm. and i still dun eat rice wen i'm at hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz dun really like to eat rice. i prefer noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen i hv rice for lunch, i'll get sleepy. &lt;strong&gt;like rite now.&lt;/strong&gt; and wen i'm sleepy, i'm forced to drink the tasteless 3-in-1 nescafe. and after i drink tat, i'll hv to run to the toilet and poop. and wen i'm the toilet for 10 mins, ppl nOe tat i'm poop-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesss.. one of the advantages of having the "handicaped" toilet right in front of the FJJC counters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soOo feeling bloated rite now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-116599253781379249?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116599253781379249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116599253781379249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116599253781379249' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116477845217411028</id><published>2006-11-29T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T13:34:12.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm bored. how'd my xm go? well.. for starters.. i tink i flunked my Ulum Al-Quran ppr. Sejarah was ok2 la.. juz tat din hv enuf tm to answer sum of the Q. tis sat, itz gonna be the Hadis ppr.. and we're supposed to memorise sum Quranic verses from the bk. i'm not gd at memorising Arabic.. how siak? die again la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pooped twice within tis 4 hrs. itz the condensed milk la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo juz called.. heh. gonna get his bdae pressie ltr after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zana.. i lurppp u!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-116477845217411028?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116477845217411028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116477845217411028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116477845217411028' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116425971334080706</id><published>2006-11-23T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T09:09:33.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i find my blog too boring. i don't know how to do the "moving2" thingy like sum bloggers hv on their blogs. i tried inserting video clips but it appeared elsewhere on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;so i deleted them.&lt;br /&gt;i tried inserting music on my blog but it turned out to be a lil' bit irritating.&lt;br /&gt;so i deleted them.&lt;br /&gt;i tried putting up pictures to glorify my blog but i dun look gd in &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the pix.&lt;br /&gt;so i deleted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to look gd in those pix coz itz &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itz my Ulum Al-Qur'an &amp;amp; Sejarah xm tis coming saturday and howz the progress? nowhere near 50%. die die die.. there's Prison Break tonite and itz a &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; to watch it. how to study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zana juz msg-ed me tis morning abt the 2.2% increment of civil servant's bonuses. or was it 2.7 mths of bonus plus an additional $200? or so i read in the pprs tis morning. in case u guyz are waiting for any "ha-ha" moments from me, lemme remind u tat &lt;strong&gt;I AM NOT A CIVIL SERVANT&lt;/strong&gt; even tho' i work at Family Court. i am under contract wit ML Consulting, and they are the ones responsible for putting me here. &lt;strong&gt;so, i don't get any performance bonus or yearly increment bonus. &lt;/strong&gt;i'm only entitled to the yearly 13th mth bonus wic i will only get in &lt;strong&gt;January.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer rite? i'm not even entitled to marriage leave, death leave etc. even the "maternity leave" is quite shady. sumtimes makes me wonder why i'm still here. the pros and cons of being a contract worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i ain't rejoicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itz time to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-116425971334080706?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116425971334080706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116425971334080706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116425971334080706' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116399902440354921</id><published>2006-11-20T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T13:03:45.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope it rains tis afternoon. heavy rain til nite. so tat i can slp comfortably tonite after watching nip tuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for being moody today. kinda moody. half happy, half not-happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat does it take to break me? wen i see sumting tat i do not wish to see, happen rite before my eyes.. wen i hv concrete proof.. den u'll see ME. til den, everyone's ard me is safe &amp; sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis is not a threat. i dun go ard threatening ppl. juz tat.. i need space.. inner space, outer space.. wherever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makan lo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-116399902440354921?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116399902440354921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116399902440354921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116399902440354921' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116348445568008540</id><published>2006-11-14T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:07:35.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well.. she's not Pootie's great 5x grandma, she's actually Pootie herself. the cat whom the whole family has grown attached to but sumtimes makes my blood goes UP. itz juz a cat. do forgive her. she's cute anyways. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna go SPCA wit me? i want a tabby cat. so tat Pootie can hv a companion. female la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. last saturday went Raya-ing wit the SP gundus.. same old faces again, but tis time w/o zul, zana &amp; kadir. it din start off pretty well as deR were sum misunderstandings btw us.. but the power of frenship really meant a lot to me on tat day. started of wit razi's hse at pasir ris and ended at ibnu's hse at bkt gombak. i muz admit, i really really enjoyed their company. laughing all the way.. the "mandi sabOn" phrase created by razi back in 2003, the ongoing topic of "paris hilton melayu nye video" in Boo's car, ibnu's dad's antics during photo taking, the guyz aiming at one another's younger sisters, me &amp;amp; timOt kissing mas, camwhoring.. well.. it was juz fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i miss my Damaians Raya outing. been 2 yrs.. silence. insya-allah, we'll hv a gathering one fine day. *sobz*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss all my frenz. and i mean, ALL OF THEM. including those "tenggelam timbul" case..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahakz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-116348445568008540?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116348445568008540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116348445568008540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116348445568008540' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116334748521251926</id><published>2006-11-12T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:04:45.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>introducing.. Pootie's great great great great great grandma.. ahakz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/356/320/IMG_0859.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/356/320/IMG_0858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/6744664-116334748521251926?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116334748521251926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116334748521251926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116334748521251926' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116222275010209528</id><published>2006-10-30T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:39:10.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/356/640/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/356/320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hey deR! itz been a week since Hari Raya.. how was it? mine's not too bad la.. had loads of guests on the 1st day. tiring, sweaty, sleepy.. yepz, all mixed into one. slept wayyy late the nite before. tot of sharing sum of my Raya pix wit u all.. enjoy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/6744664-116222275010209528?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116222275010209528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116222275010209528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116222275010209528' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116154033823980178</id><published>2006-10-23T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T02:05:38.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i juz watched several videos on Clark Kent &amp; Lana Lang, the lovey-dovey duo on Smallville. those videos rock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm embarassed to say tis.. but i cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cried while watching the videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cried while watching clark kiss lana, lana hugs clark, kiss2, hug2, as in.. being a normal happy couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe i'm such a lame-ass but.. i cried buckets k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i luv dem too much. lana &amp; clark. they make a nice pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-116154033823980178?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116154033823980178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116154033823980178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116154033823980178' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116152941703022832</id><published>2006-10-22T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:03:37.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>itz the last Ramadan nite and i feel sad. i din get to perform my terawih during tis past wkend. why? i was busy cleaning my rm. but.. i did get to terawih-ed 2 out of the last 10 nitez.. at least sumting. but i noe it could be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geylang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did my &lt;strong&gt;actual&lt;/strong&gt; Raya shopping wit The Mother last thursday. from 3pm - 10pm. &lt;em&gt;penat siol&lt;/em&gt;. baju raya, tudungz, table runners, pillow cases, kuih2 etc. &lt;em&gt;da mcm makcik2 sei.. &lt;/em&gt;the crowd, unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hv a blocked nose. how dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna play &lt;em&gt;bunga api&lt;/em&gt; wit me tmr midnite? letz celebrate Syawal all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-116152941703022832?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116152941703022832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116152941703022832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116152941703022832' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116106077936838024</id><published>2006-10-17T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T12:52:59.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PSI : 75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together now.. inhale.. exhale.. inhale.. exhale.. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in no mood to do my work. the office is freezing, my vision's blurring, feeling cold, sleepy, tired, alone.. haizz.. i nd to see an optometrist soon. check my eyesight. my lenses are giving me problems again. or was it the cleaner? Rapid Permeable Gas Cleaner? "Not To Be Used On Soft Contact Lenses".. huh.. i tink i bought the wrong cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat's dry too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess wat? i fell aslp on my desk. during working hours. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bos tkde, ok la tu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-116106077936838024?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116106077936838024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116106077936838024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116106077936838024' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116085243164374916</id><published>2006-10-15T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T03:00:31.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling bored now. no one to &lt;em&gt;layan&lt;/em&gt; me. uwaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for tahlil last nite @ my uncle's. was supposed to take bus 292 st. 84 (or was it 81?) but instead, i took 292 st. 22. confident siakk.. in the end, had to walk up all the way from the stadium to blk 702. haizz.. tampines no longer my hometown mah.. so bluR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i din sampoo my hair. why? sumone threw away my Rejoice 3-in-1. and now, my whole scalp is itchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bothering news. my cozin.. letz juz call her 'D'.. has divorced. noting new rite? the prob is.. wen the hell did she got married???!!! wen i heard the news, i was like... waaaattttttttt??? &lt;em&gt;tkde angin, tkde ribOt, alih2 cerai??? &lt;/em&gt;tat my fren, u can seriozly call &lt;em&gt;kelakar seram. &lt;/em&gt;our whole family din even noe wat her hubby looks like! apparently, she was beaten up by her hubby la.. maybe tatz why divorce. 'D' and i.. we used to be close during our younger yrs. after tat, it seems tat she has disappeared from earth. the last time tat we actually spent tm together was during 4-5  yrs ago. back at the dance studio @ NYP. time flies, and tis had to hepen to her. pity la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking twice abt going to australia for my honeymoon. kids back deR throw eggs at tudungsters/veiled-ers/ jilbab-ers. so much for being a country where all races are welcomed. bloody &lt;em&gt;kafiruns. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-116085243164374916?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116085243164374916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116085243164374916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116085243164374916' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-116041373611456806</id><published>2006-10-10T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T01:08:56.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm soOoOoOo into the song 'My Heart - Irwansyah &amp; Acha Septriasa'! i feel as if i'm in cloud 9 whenever i hear tat song. heh.. go watch the indon movie "Heart" and u'll know wat i mean. a bit slow but touching movie. and yeah.. one of dem died in the end. typical indon movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to upload the video for tat song, but can't seem to do tat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat hv i been up to lately? noting much. went to Vivo City last sunday nite. spacious. brightly-lit. but slippery floor. common shops u can find at Harbourfront, Wisma Atria etc. deRz a &lt;em&gt;tempat lepak&lt;/em&gt; at the back of Harbourfront facing sentosa. &lt;em&gt;abislah nanti bersepah dgn mat minah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work? boring as alwayz. no kick. save for the fact tat we get to disturb Atok every day. &lt;em&gt;puasa tk puasa, tetap aku kacau org tua tu.&lt;/em&gt; haa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personal life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frenz - long time no see. Damai-ans, SP-ians.. me mishhh u. how i wish tat i could turn back tm and be a student once again. u get to meet ur frenz almost every day (yeah.. and quarrel every day too), do weird &amp; crappy stuffs together, see2 walk2 everywhere.. heh.. but *sigh*.. all grown up wit one's commitments and responsibilities. bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 wks to Raya and my hse's still a mess. &lt;em&gt;mlm Raya "rewang" aR ni mcm. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/6744664-116041373611456806?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116041373611456806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/116041373611456806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116041373611456806' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115989822951454229</id><published>2006-10-04T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T01:57:09.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sad. real sad. the USB port can't read my H10. even tho' i tried countless times plugging and un-plugging it. can't read my card reader too. spent the whole nite downloading Samsons, Nidji &amp; ADA Band and looking forward to listening it tmr on the way to wk butttt.. haizz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really digging indon songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H10.. *sobs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115989822951454229?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115989822951454229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115989822951454229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115989822951454229' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115924705359031585</id><published>2006-09-26T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T13:04:13.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hady Mirza is the new Singapore Idol!!! yeeehaaaa!!! worth all my votes.. no wait.. worth &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; our votes. he achieved 70% of the 1 million++ votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.. where can i dl the songs he performed during his finale performance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having my tummy cramps rite now.. thanx to the blasting air-con. i can't do my work, let alone sit still. bummer.. O_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115924705359031585?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115924705359031585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115924705359031585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115924705359031585' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115916082779613371</id><published>2006-09-25T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T13:07:07.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>itz cold. very cold. damn bloody cold! was caught in the rain tis morning while going to wk. &lt;em&gt;tu lah tkmo bwk umbrella. padan muke aku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itz the starting of Ramadan and wat hv i done so far? watched Spore Idols finale last nite. bahhh. btw, i'm voting for Hady. wat i'm aiming for tis holy mth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) get my lazy ass up to go for terawih&lt;br /&gt;2) pay zakat&lt;br /&gt;3) read up 'Learn Basic Cooking for Dummies' + practical&lt;br /&gt;4) save $$ to give the kiddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i achieve all those? esp No. 3? insya-allah la eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want an Osim massage chair! can???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115916082779613371?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115916082779613371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115916082779613371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115916082779613371' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115805062734234501</id><published>2006-09-12T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T16:43:47.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hepi berfdae to me.. hepi berfdae to me.. hepi berfdae to &lt;strong&gt;mmmeeee&lt;/strong&gt;~~~ hepi berfdae to me! haa.. gosh i sound soOoO pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially 23 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where am i? slogging away at hm.  tot i can celebrate wit Boo but he had to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"jaga"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Suntec City for the IMF thingy. all alone on my berfdae. so sad. Boo, i want my berfdae kish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, kak asnah &amp; ita held a mini celebration for me. had sum mango jelly &amp;amp; mocha kek lapis. kak asnah gv me a self-made beaded bracelet.. nice aR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna meet my cozins ltr @ plaza s'pura. makan time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115805062734234501?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115805062734234501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115805062734234501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115805062734234501' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115753693254349784</id><published>2006-09-06T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T18:02:12.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>letz take a step back shall we......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, 24 yrs ago, 2 very gatal, mentel, menjeng ppl decided to get married to each other - who else? my parentz la! den after 372 days ltr, they got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm not telling u how many times they tried to get me. i've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a much more impt note, figure out wen's my bdae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tk tau malu sei aku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115753693254349784?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115753693254349784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115753693254349784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115753693254349784' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115738023307950316</id><published>2006-09-04T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:36:23.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was wit Boo yesterday afternoon wen i received a bad news from my mOm. my grandfather had passed away. i was speechless, shocked &amp; din noe wat to do. we were already on our way to a wedding and had to u-turn to go to my aunt's hse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon reaching deR, saw most of my relatives.. basically my mOm's side. 2 paramedic officers were deR too. went inside the room and my grandfather was already covered from head to toe. i was still in shock. i asked ard, wat hepen.. but everyone was too sad to answer me. it seemed tat yesterday morning, my grandfather vomitted a lot and kept &lt;em&gt;"mengucap-ing"&lt;/em&gt; lotsa times - wic has nvr hepened before. the sad ting was, nobody was by his side wen he breathed his last breath. my grandma found him motionless and not breathing wen she checked on him few moments ltr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandfather lost lotsa weight since he was diagnosed wit kidney failure few yrs back. on top of tat, he has other sorts of illness. i caught a glimpse of his legs wen my mOm and aunt was sponging him.. he was all bones &amp;amp; skin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at the funeral tis morning.. had to get urgent leave from work. everyting was ok til the moment they put the body on the mat after the "mandi mayat". the &lt;em&gt;ketua Jenazah&lt;/em&gt; guy said sum prayers and lifted the cloth off my grandfather's face. tatz wen reality sank in.. my grandfather has left the world. one by one.. aunts, uncles &amp; cozins lined up and threw &lt;em&gt;pacai&lt;/em&gt; over him. i cldn't control myself.. tears started falling. first tears ever to fall for my grandfather thruout my whole life. i kissed him - a last kiss. he felt cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed all the way to the cemetery. saw my grandfather being lifted to the ground. saw my grandfather being buried. heard us praying for him. saw us leaving the cemetery. in my heart, i saw my grandfather leaving us forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya'i, i regret for not visiting u wen u were sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya'i, i regret for having sum ill feelings towards u and getting my emotions get the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya'i, i regret for not asking forgiveness from u wen u were still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya'i, i regret taking u for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya'i, i might be too embarassed to say tis to u wen u were ard but u will alwayz be my grandfather.. i luv u and u'll alwayz be in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allahyarham Junat bin Savina, 17/3/1937 - 3/9/2006 (3.45pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semoga kamu tergolong dlm org2 yg beriman &amp; suci, semoga dosa2 mu diampun oleh Allah dan mengrahmati pemergianmu. Kami di sini akan senantiasa mengingati dan merinduimu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo - thanx for helping my family. i've seen a different side of u during these 2 days. things like tis make me appreciate u more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115738023307950316?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115738023307950316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115738023307950316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115738023307950316' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115720285135026612</id><published>2006-09-02T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T21:14:11.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/356/640/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/356/320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hello.. an outdated event but still.. no harm blogging it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our post-NDP carnivale on 25/8/06. those flowers up deR, done by most of us. mostly virgins in flower-arrangement, including me. hehh.. besides selling flowers, we sold nachos, beaded accessories, snack hampers &amp; hair clips. it might not sound much but in all, Family Court raised abt 2.9k for our adopted charity, Children's Cancer Foundation! tat was really an achievement! it made our spirits high tho' coz most of us put work aside and really worked as a team in getting all those stuffs done! team spirit.. hasn't felt tat since.. secondary sch days??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well done to us all.. =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/6744664-115720285135026612?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115720285135026612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115720285135026612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115720285135026612' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115684538131907679</id><published>2006-08-29T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T17:56:21.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm lethargic. i'm tired. i'm sleepy. i'm hungry. i'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus wit the damnning tummy cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a good day to be wit me / be near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115684538131907679?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115684538131907679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115684538131907679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115684538131907679' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115608037845620788</id><published>2006-08-20T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:26:18.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/356/1600/Marcel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/356/320/Marcel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyya!~ juz watched "Alexandria" tis evening.. tis guy up deR, &lt;strong&gt;Marcel Chandrawinata&lt;/strong&gt;, is one of the main characters. get tis.. he's 19, 1.84m tall, half german - half javanese. he has a twin bro &amp; his sister is Miss Indonesia 2005. why.. why.. why do they always get cute guyz to play indon movies/dramas? and put them as main characters? whyyyyy..??? dun they know tat galz like us drool over them??? haizzz..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/356/320/Rizky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and tis one heRRe, is &lt;strong&gt;Rizky Hanggono&lt;/strong&gt;, the one who played Ungu Violet, whom i tot didn't die in the movie but he actually did. wic nearly made me cry by the way. cute too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;still hv Dealova &amp;amp; Kau Yang Terindah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;letz juz hope Indonesia will make more of these movies ya.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115608037845620788?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115608037845620788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115608037845620788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115608037845620788' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115579345748132748</id><published>2006-08-17T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T13:44:17.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo made a big, great decision last nite. nt the BIGGEST, but still.. a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumting tat will affect him financially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was utterly shocked wen he brought me deR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was shocked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe tat his legs brought us deR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless itz confirmed and upon approval by His Truly, i shall kp mum abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's still in a state of disbelief as of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do hope tat he has made the right choice and decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chaloR.. maggi for now - 1.38pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115579345748132748?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115579345748132748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115579345748132748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115579345748132748' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115557284838041365</id><published>2006-08-15T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:29:53.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gross. he cut off his feet juz to survive. sick story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, i finally bought Dealova &amp; Alexandria! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting, also bought "Kau Yang Terindah" starring agnes monica &amp;amp; jonathan frizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indon movie vcds la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching Ungu Violet the other day, i finally realised tat Lando is dead. i hv to admit, i nearly cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soOoOo into indon movies/dramas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115557284838041365?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115557284838041365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115557284838041365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115557284838041365' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115557068174627404</id><published>2006-08-14T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:51:22.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>help me. plz help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz watched Entity 2 (indonesian reality horror show - fake?)  and now i'm watching Saw on Star Movies. u tell me, how much can my heart - and eyes - take for these frightening, sickening stuffs? ghosts, torture, blood, death... aaargghhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entity 2.. &lt;em&gt;ade kemushkilannya&lt;/em&gt;, but up to individual to believe whether what the producers came up wit are true or not. hv to rmbr, tat &lt;em&gt;"they"&lt;/em&gt; are also Allah's creatures. God Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw.. the famous scene whereby tis guy cuts of his feet.. hv yet to see it tho'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a scaredy-cat. i can't stand blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm traumatised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115557068174627404?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115557068174627404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115557068174627404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115557068174627404' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115509273384423347</id><published>2006-08-09T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T11:05:33.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/356/1600/Mc.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/356/320/Mc.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;gd mOrning!!! i'm gonna hv &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; for b'fast ltr.. but.. the delivery guy's nt heRRe yet, and itz almost 11am. hmm.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;watched The Fast &amp;amp; The Furious:Tokyo Drift yesterday. plotless show but the cars were nice. nt as "power" as the original movie (the ones wit Paul Walker in it) but.. can do lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wat else to blog? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eh! my b'fast's heRRe.. bye!!!~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115509273384423347?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115509273384423347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115509273384423347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115509273384423347' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115479694588812039</id><published>2006-08-06T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T14:09:20.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pictures are up! finally.. &gt;&gt; Gallery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in no mood to do anyting. i'm tired, hungry, hot, sleepy, lethargic.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my legs feel heavy &amp; my back is aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are getting drunk on a sat nite.. and where am i? at hm. home sweet home. tskk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a moth juz flew inside my hse. i wonder if tatz the same moth tat has left zana's hse few days ago. from toh guan to serangoon. can? or cannot?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115479694588812039?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115479694588812039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115479694588812039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115479694588812039' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115458266367373338</id><published>2006-08-03T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T13:24:23.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in no mood to hv lunch. maybe i'll juz &lt;em&gt;bantai&lt;/em&gt; maggi - again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had milo peng tis morn. pooped a shitload of.. shit la.. wat else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell aslp while watching Spongebob Squarepants last nite. funny.. used to hate tat show. coz Spongebob was dumb. he's still dumb tho'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna be a young mOm! really.. i dun! i can envision myself.. young mOm, wit kids running ard the hse, messy, noisy, smelly.. eeeuuuu!!! i hope i'll get married late. wayyyy late. &lt;strong&gt;moolah&lt;/strong&gt; first priority now, u noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad - "cepat2 kawin aR! bapak nk timang cucu.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - "ok aR.. shotgun nk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad - "ape tu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - " ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandkids dad? dream on la.. hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115458266367373338?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115458266367373338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115458266367373338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115458266367373338' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115414417657479851</id><published>2006-07-29T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T11:36:16.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up tis morn wit severe tummy cramps. very the painful. had to call The Mother to get me a glass of water to swallow wit the "pink" panadols. spend another 1.5 hrs on the bed, writhing in pain. dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a uuhh.. strange dream tho'. dreamt tat Boo was kissing tis 2 hot chixs in front of me. hot chixs = sluts. their hands were roaming all over one another. i was shocked &amp; utterly pissed and i did the unthinkable. i grabbed a large object nearby &amp;amp; smashed their heads (including Boo) wit it. i screamed vulgarities at them.. wit their heads still bleeding. kept smashing their heads til their dead.. bahhhh.. &lt;em&gt;violent sei aku&lt;/em&gt;.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got 7 days of leave to clear til end of october.. anybody wanna date me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115414417657479851?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115414417657479851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115414417657479851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115414417657479851' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115272306198242071</id><published>2006-07-12T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:51:02.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today marks the 1st yr tat we've been together. heh.. how time flies by so fast tat u din realise it. half of the yr has gone and i'm looking forward for the nx half! why? Ramadan, Hari Raya Puasa &amp; Haji, X-Mas &amp;amp; New Yr's hols, yr-end sale and best of all.. my bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to topic.. how we celebrated our 1st yr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noting much. both of us din know wat to do. he suggested going to the Reptile Park (i din know it even exists in s'pore!). well.. we paid a visit to Farmart first. wanted to see sum cute, cuddly animals but upon reaching deR the plc was almost deserted. most of the shops were closed due to poor business. Farmart wasn't located at an accessible location anyway.  they din get much exposure to public and they're not govt-funded. itz a pity.. coz if they've had the money, tat plc cld turn out to be a tourist spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nx.. to the Reptile Park. butttt.. was informed by the carpark attendant tat it was closed. hmm.. where else can we go at jrg/boon lay area? Science Ctr. yepzz.. our final trip. itz been ages since i last went deR. watched Greece at the omni-theatre. &lt;em&gt;bole mabOk sei. nasib baik tk tgk Superman pat sane.&lt;/em&gt; iskkk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all.. i had an enjoyable day wit him.. no candle-light dinner tho.. juz a simple nasi goreng paprika &amp; kway teow goreng cina at sembawang. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nx stop.. i wanna go to the changi historical museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will upload pix ltr. wanna go lala land now..  zzzzzz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115272306198242071?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115272306198242071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115272306198242071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115272306198242071' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115245496355786746</id><published>2006-07-09T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:22:43.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/356/1600/LANA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/356/320/LANA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know tis is my 2nd entry.. but i juz can't stop lookin' at heR! kristin kreuk.. by far the most beautiful persOn on the tube. if u guyz watch smallville, u hv to agree wit me.. she's soOoOo pretty!!! she's wayyyy prettier (and sexier!) than the other celebs u see on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can tear off the paris-slutty-bitchy-hiltOn poster now. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute smile, cute face, nice hair.. everything lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosshhhh.. i'm drOoOolinggg..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115245496355786746?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115245496355786746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115245496355786746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115245496355786746' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115243849500736286</id><published>2006-07-09T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T17:48:15.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm broke. my money's nt in yet. gggrrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facial, leg wax, hp bills.. by the way, i need a new bag. work bag. sumtg wic doesn't look too &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;makcik-makcik&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on me. one wit a big "tummy" where i can juz throw my stuffs in w/o struggling to zip it up wen it's full. no, i dun want those dull black bags. itz so funeral-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;germany 3, portugal 1. uwaa... nopez, i din get tat from the papers tis morning.. got it LIVE from tv. told ya i'd watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itz the finals tmr morning. waayyyyy early morn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115243849500736286?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115243849500736286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115243849500736286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115243849500736286' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115194685208235800</id><published>2006-07-04T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:14:12.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>itz been hot these past few days. very the hot. gettin' on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was heading hm wit Ita tis evening wen we happened to board tis jam-packed-mcm-sardin train. decided to get out and catch the nx train. "ita, i wanna go hm in one piece!" i screamed. 3 mins ltr, the nx train came. we took the 1st cabin. wrong move. coz once we stepped in the train, both of us started talking and suddenly out of the blue, a freakin' German gas leaked out. sumone gv a silent-killer fart. &lt;strong&gt;OH MY GOD&lt;/strong&gt;. it came from sumwhere in front of us. &lt;strong&gt;right in front of us. OH MY GODDD. &lt;/strong&gt;tis is nt happening. nt in an almost packed train. the smell was soOoOoOoOo strong &amp; smelly tat i tot tat i cld die. i was already imagining those SCDF officers running thru the NEL tunnel tryin' to save us as most of us had died from the "German-gas" poisoning. heh. the smell radiated thru the whole cabin &amp;amp; ppl ard us had their noses covered &amp; prob swearing at the maggot who farted. moments ltr, the smell went away. while most of us had juz begun to breathe normally, tat fuckin' maggot farted again. silent-killer. me &amp;amp; ita cldn't take it anymore and had to drop at the nx stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us suspected it was tat idiotic, maggot army boy who was standing in front of us. he acted as if he was innocent. and he had to fart in an almost packed train during peak hrs. &lt;strong&gt;PEAK HRS&lt;/strong&gt;! annoying! God knows wen was the last tm he eased himself! can't he be more civilised??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesss!!! using water is cleaner than using toilet/tissue ppr to clean urself!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115194685208235800?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115194685208235800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115194685208235800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115194685208235800' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115167881746608637</id><published>2006-06-30T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T22:46:57.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i tell myself tat up to a zillion times, i wanna be a religious blogger. buttt.. seems tat i hv &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;murtad-ed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz had pizza for dinner. daddy dearest decided to let his lil' princess hv anyting for dinner since she's in no mood to eat rice. guess who paid for it? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work? well..  since doin' the new task, no more "outside intruders"! juz me minding my own business.. heh. no doubt the workload is pretty high, but the peacefulness i get from it.. HEAVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo fractured his right feet. fell off his scrambler while trailing in JB. he's limping. and he's working rite now. tell me how nt to worry? how? how? HOW? i juz wanna pull him from wherever he is rite now, feed him wit nice yummy food, bathe wit him, watch telly &amp; drag him to bed. buttt.. not legal yet. ppffftt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's my D&amp;amp;D. see u guyz @ Marriott Hotel. bahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115167881746608637?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115167881746608637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115167881746608637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115167881746608637' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115090478730610545</id><published>2006-06-21T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:46:27.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. not feelin' too gd heRRe. my mind's a total blank &amp; i'm having mixed feelings -  jiwangness, sadness, angerness, bochapness, clueless, helpless. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rojak, i tell u.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sumtimes i wish tat i'm stranded on an island, wit no one ard.. juz me + my iRiver + my comforter + laptop + endless episodes of Smallville, Supernatural &amp; Desperate Housewives. maybe sum Indon movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i'm still looking for Dealova &amp; Alexandria. ppffttt. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lando is played by rizky hanggono. check him out! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butttt.. tis is life. part &amp; parcel of it. one moment happy, next moment sad. itz a vicious cycle i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz wanna be heepppppp-iii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115090478730610545?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115090478730610545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115090478730610545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115090478730610545' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-115062445137422985</id><published>2006-06-18T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T17:54:11.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm soOoOoOo bored at hm tat i cld die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm down wit the slight flu + headache, but feelin' better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm addicted to Ben &amp; Jerry's and Hershey's Chocolate &amp;amp; Cookies.. fattening, yes.. but i dun care. i eat a lot and poop a lot at the same time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go shopping too. juz threw away tat sickening pair of shoes i bought from KL &amp; a pair of worn out slippers. D&amp;amp;D is next wk, and i still can't tink of any decent outfit to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna buy new shoes. new bags. new tops. and tat "toyol-thingy" - the one where it kept shaking itz head.  i dunno wat u call it coz itz written in japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-115062445137422985?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115062445137422985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/115062445137422985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115062445137422985' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-114993430008574031</id><published>2006-06-10T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:07:59.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/356/1600/MasTunang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/356/320/MasTunang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like finally! took hours tryin' to figure out how to get tis collage right. hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sum snapshots taken during mas's engagement last saturday. tied for 1.5 yrs.. heh. i guess she &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has passed her "pink" virus to me. the engagement concept was blue.. surprise! she received lotsa chocolates from the guy's side and guess wat? a BIG pink pimple has juz erupted on my face. tank u. not forgettting i juz finished a whole tub of Ben &amp; Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie. another round of tank uuuusss. one of our haha moments.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas : ".. sum of our frenz.. 3 couples.. bunting pelamin tau..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me : " huh? ye ke? sape sak?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zana : "....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas : "... xxx, yyy &amp; zzz (names nt mentioned here)..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at tis moment, me &amp; zana hv different interpretations abt bunting pelamin. zana tot it was shotgun marriage whereas i tot "couple nikah gantung, by the time sanding wife dah pregnant".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both of us went along wit mas, thinking tat she was referring to our &lt;strong&gt;different&lt;/strong&gt; interpretations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me : "huh?? xxx da give birth? she got married last yr wat..?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zana : "drg shotgun ke?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking at our already blur faces, mas suspected tat both of us din knew wat bunting pelamin really means &amp; spent the next 10++ mins explaining to us &amp;amp; bursting out in laughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;great. so much for scoring A2 in malay during O's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get ready world. mas will be 4 - 5 mths pregnant exactly 2 yrs from now. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-114993430008574031?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/114993430008574031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/114993430008574031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114993430008574031' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-114974649522481670</id><published>2006-06-08T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T14:01:35.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tat nite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itz my first time ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telling ourselves nt to worry.. tat everyting's gonna be all rite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i trust him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was holding him tight.. real tight.. nvr lettin' go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blood rushing thru' our bodies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the adrenaline..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unpleasant at first, but nt wanting to stop thereafter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the speed and the power of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the climax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.. i dun wanna stop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. nice things hv to come to an end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us smiled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first time.. our first time..&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;on a scrambler..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; wat were u thinkin'??? &lt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-114974649522481670?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/114974649522481670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/114974649522481670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114974649522481670' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-114896977068549428</id><published>2006-05-30T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T02:11:25.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>death. sumting tat hepens thru God's will. lives will forever be changed, be it for the better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 yrs ago, all of us were juz starting our tweenager lives. the beginning of sec sch lives, friends, enemies, the "in" crowd, the nerds, ppl trying to fit in, those teenage crushes, BGR.. in the midst of all these, the 1st tragedy struck. one of my claasmate, ahmad yamani, died. he drowned at pulau ubin. as the years passed by during our sec sch lives, we've forgotten abt the tragedy &amp; moved on wit our lives. took our O's back in 1999 &amp;amp; til then, we parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now in our early adulthood, tryin' to start another new life. 6 yrs hv passed since we last saw one another. as classmates. as frenz. then another tragedy stuck. another one of my classmate, achmad shariff, passed away. din survive the bike accident. his gf is currently warded in ICU. went to his funeral wake yesterday afternoon. the atmosphere was sombre. saw sum of my classmates deR. i wasn't too emo at first, but wen i saw his wrapped-up body being transferred into the coffin, i broke down. i couldn't believe tat itz achmad in deR, sumone whom i noe, sumone who used to sit beside me in class, sumone who went to the thailand trip wit us.. so young.. but yet, he's gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya Allah, aku sedekahkan Al-Fatihah kpd Allahyarham Achmad bin Mohd. Shariff. Semoga Tuhan menrahmati pemergianmu &amp;amp; semoga engkau tergolong dlm org2 yg beriman. Amin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-114896977068549428?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/114896977068549428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/114896977068549428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114896977068549428' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-114857253902843918</id><published>2006-05-25T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T23:55:39.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/PutriNora/miss_you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/PutriNora/miss_you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis goes out to u. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sad expression on the gal's face = me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss u terribly. pls come home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-114857253902843918?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/114857253902843918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/114857253902843918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114857253902843918' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744664.post-114840125391458035</id><published>2006-05-23T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:20:53.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/PutriNora/b_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/PutriNora/b_heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;helloOoOo deR, earthlings.. been quite a while since i last updated. wazzup wit the pix? well.. tatz wat i'm feelin' rite now.. broken.. even my colleagues noticed tat i wasn't my cheery self today.  even tho' i had enuf slp last nite, i still woke up wit a headache. bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was on the verge of fallin' aslp on the sofa wen i decided to blog my tots &amp; feelings down. been feelin' lonely these past fews days, &amp;amp; the silence is unbearable. sumtimes i wondeR, am i not gd enuf to be a lover? or at least a person? i noe i'm not the most perfect person on earth.. i tend to make mistakes all the time, tend to do or say things w/o having regards to others or tend to forget simple but yet meaningful gestures.. i'm stuck in a 23-yr-old body but wit a 16-yr-old brain.. sumtimes i do wonder, why others can maintain tat great r'ship til married life whereas me.. well.. i need.. WE need to work hard on it.. i admit, i ain't gettin' any younger. soOner or ltr, i hv to settle down &amp; if i can't be a gd lover, watz deR to be a wife? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wazzup wit me anyways.. i can't "hold" a r'ship properly. now wen things hepen, i dun even noe where to begin.. wat to look for.. honestly speaking, i havn't been reviewing myself for a long time. i need a personality check i guess. i'm soOoOo messed up. i've become such a burden, a disappointment.. to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dear, love doesn't suck. it sucks wen a r'ship doesn't hv any ups &amp; downs. stagnant. love matures wen we progresses from one stage to another, having goin' thru sum tough times. communication, patience, tolerance, trust.. all those.. are stages tat we need to work hard on. if i say love suck, i shldn't be feelin' like tis.. i'll be jumping ard &amp;amp; not caring for anyone or anyting. BUT i'm constantly thinkin' of u rite now, wondering &amp; worrying over u.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i'm so miserable. sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6744664-114840125391458035?l=putrinora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/114840125391458035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6744664/posts/default/114840125391458035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putrinora.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114840125391458035' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330109838761176839</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></entry></feed>
