<?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-916326906941292040</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:11:29.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUTERI ASMARA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-5875487399863948337</id><published>2010-06-28T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T22:15:09.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day kellogg K  challenge</title><content type='html'>weight: 69.2kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bf: kellogg K cereal with a small glass of milk&lt;br /&gt;L:sambal prawn sandwich&lt;br /&gt;D: Kelloggg K cereal with a glass of milk and 1 small packet of seaweeds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-5875487399863948337?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/5875487399863948337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=5875487399863948337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/5875487399863948337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/5875487399863948337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2010/06/1st-day-kellogg-k-challenge.html' title='1st day kellogg K  challenge'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-8862821580006761761</id><published>2010-06-27T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:21:13.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dieting to lose weight</title><content type='html'>hello to all bloggers out there..especially to my galfriends who read my blog. i knew it been long time i updated my blog, reason were i busy with my working schedule, secondly am busy watching japan online drama and lastly my life have been routinely the same nothing much happen..work, work, work...only once a while gg out with galfriends and my bf.But lately..after day by day, weeks by weeks, followed by months i realize that i have gain weight coz each time i wear my clothers, it getting tighter and by few weeks i cant even wear the blouse which i bought 3 months ago..how ah! and to my most surprised that i have drastically earned for myself is when i measure on the weighing machine last friday......"70 kg"!!!!!! gosh shit.its the heaviest weight i had for my whole life!..i thought the last time i weight myself..it just 60kg only! i think it was last year july..that means i gain 10 kg within 1 year? huh..shit seh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tonight i have set a goal. am gonna shed my weight. at least 5 kg before  tis coming raya..so that i can fit into some of my baju kurung or blouse which i know it could be just for show in my cupboard if i dont make an effort to lose weight. haiz..for the next update of my post will definite be about the journey and updates about my dieting and how i feel about it. i know it will be hard for someone like me..."A food lover", "A meat eater" and i have to cut down on my seafood intake...huhuhuhu "wailing". but no matter what i have to shed at least 5kg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am sure you all have heard about the Special K 2 weeks challenge.so am gonna take up this challenge. am gonna replace my 2 meals with kellogg K cereal which i already bought this afternoon with my mama. hopely by two weeks time, i can some difference. wish me the best alright.gdnight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/TCdsVgfILDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/eysmzzHcUA0/s1600/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/TCdsVgfILDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/eysmzzHcUA0/s320/logo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487473787727785010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: mintak2 mama tak masak lauk my fav next 2 weeks..especially sambal udang and ketam masak lemak cili padi..slurp..stop it k dyla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-8862821580006761761?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/8862821580006761761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=8862821580006761761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/8862821580006761761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/8862821580006761761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2010/06/dieting-to-lose-weight.html' title='Dieting to lose weight'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/TCdsVgfILDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/eysmzzHcUA0/s72-c/logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-9048694246501560893</id><published>2010-01-22T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:57:45.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will be missing you..</title><content type='html'>helllo....i was so sick yesterday and got mcx2days...doctor just diagnose me-asthma..which i dont know myself and also explain why i got a bit breathless after a short run catching a bus. Maybe because being a passive smoker is quite tough for me..after slowing 6 types of medicine i feel much better although my cough still have not fully recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway last wed , i went out with my galfriends and 'lepak' at our usual hangout at fullerton starbucks...altough it was a short meet-up but am sure me and my galfriends enjoyed ourself. Updating about each other lifestyle, work and  about their love ones. And i believe that they have grown up to be a wonderful young ladies with their own mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to count down this. But the fact that he 's going to Kl in 2 days time.:( to work. Uh how i wish he could extend his leaves. am gonna miss him so much like before..and counting down for his return in 3 months time. 3 months time means he will not be celebrating my birthday with me..:(. But what can i do..he working for his living. Dear it have been 2 yrs and 3 months we have known each other and i feel blessful that i have met u in my life..love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/S1mR6_USD0I/AAAAAAAAAU8/s7tmm5fiwWo/s1600-h/I_Miss_You-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/S1mR6_USD0I/AAAAAAAAAU8/s7tmm5fiwWo/s320/I_Miss_You-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429531268386787138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-9048694246501560893?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/9048694246501560893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=9048694246501560893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/9048694246501560893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/9048694246501560893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-will-be-missing-you.html' title='i will be missing you..'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/S1mR6_USD0I/AAAAAAAAAU8/s7tmm5fiwWo/s72-c/I_Miss_You-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-3028079085229504370</id><published>2009-12-20T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:27:27.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/Sy40FF1O_tI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Ko5AnDFBXvQ/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/Sy40FF1O_tI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Ko5AnDFBXvQ/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417324663842733778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...i feel blessing with u by my side. the love and concern you shower to me. And last but not least the promise we made to each when the first time we called an item still holding tightly within us. No matter how hard i am to be pleased and how bad my attitude and character is. u still loved me the same way the first time we met each other...and i really appreciate it..no matter what happen... d L d alot....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-3028079085229504370?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/3028079085229504370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=3028079085229504370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/3028079085229504370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/3028079085229504370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2009/12/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/Sy40FF1O_tI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Ko5AnDFBXvQ/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-3501441449390225418</id><published>2009-11-03T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:02:24.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i feel like crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;i just cant control myself when i choose something.&lt;br /&gt;am confused.&lt;br /&gt;i need you this moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-3501441449390225418?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/3501441449390225418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=3501441449390225418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/3501441449390225418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/3501441449390225418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-i-feel-like-crying-out-loud.html' title=''/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-6941231193906994497</id><published>2009-09-17T08:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:54:50.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Rindu Same Kamu!</title><content type='html'>Aku tidak tahu ape itu erti sebenar "itu lah hakikat kehidupan" sehingga umur ku 19 tahun. Kadang-kadang aku rase aku terlalu berfikiran lurus pada waktu itu....tidak tahu akibat yang akan terjadi terhadap ku. Pada waktu itu, aku tidak tahu bagaimane aku hendak melarikan diri dari masalah yang aku hadapi selama itu. Tuhan banyak menguji ku. Banyak cobaan dan Rintangan yang aku harus lalui. Rase tekanan akan menghantui kehidupan ku setiap hari. Aku bersyukur kerna suatu hari seorang teman muncul di dalam kehidupanku...dia berkata "jangan kau sesekali takut dengan binatang yang bertopeng manusia..kerana orang seperti ini sebenar nye seseorang yang pengecut!"."Dan jangan menyerah kalah..kuatkan iman kau!"..Memang pada mulanye memang sukar aku melalui kepedihan ini...Alhamdullilah kerna nasihat seorang teman itu aku berjaya melalui tetapi sayangnye persahabatan aku dengan dia telah terputus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa bersyukur lagi dengan kehadiran seseorang teman di dalam hidupku. Seorang teman yang pada mula nya aku mengangap teman biase akhirnye menjelaskan kepada ku ape sebenarnye erti perkataan "cinta". Kehadiran nye ke dalam hidupku telah banyak membuat kehidupan ku bermakna lagi.Dia banyak mengajar ku supaye bersikap tegas dan bagaimane harus aku lalui kehidupan yang penuh dengan rintangan. Kadang-kadang aku rase, adakah perbuatan dia terhadapku kerana kesian atau kerana cinta? tetapi setelah sekian lama aku berkawan dengan nye, aku dapat lihat keikhlasan dia terhadap ku. Pengorbanan masa nye untuk bersama dengan ku telah cukup membuktikan kejujuran dan keikhlasan cintanye terhadap ku. Aku tahu kebanyakan akan berbisik di hati " Biaselah tu masa bercinte semua boleh..! Tengah mabuk cinta katakan.."Tetapi padaku percintaan ini sungguh bermakna bagi ku. Bukan senang seseorang itu dapat ubahkan seseorang itu kepada insan yang lebih mulia,memahami masalah yang aku hadapi, menghormati ku sebagai seorang wanita dan mencintaiku dengan seikhlas hati. Lagi-lagi percintaan yang ku bine bersamenye harus aku lalui dengan penuh cobaan. Hanye masa akan menentukan jikalau aku ditakdirkan bersama nye nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok cukup eh dyla...i know am so "jiwang" hari ni.Dont ask me why?... I want to say this out 'I MISS YOU SO MUCH MD YADALI BIN IBRAHIM!". I know you are working really hard. Am counting down for ur returned back to singapore..like 60++++days to go...haiz.take care of yourself..I love you so much!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-6941231193906994497?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/6941231193906994497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=6941231193906994497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/6941231193906994497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/6941231193906994497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2009/09/aku-rindu-same-kamu.html' title='Aku Rindu Same Kamu!'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-5218958141713556518</id><published>2009-08-12T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:54:29.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss You So Much</title><content type='html'>it's only 12 days since u left but i already miss you so much..how i wish you are not travelling so far for your work...it beats me counting down ur days for ur return..i estimated 120 more days...love u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-5218958141713556518?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/5218958141713556518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=5218958141713556518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/5218958141713556518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/5218958141713556518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2009/08/miss-you-so-much.html' title='Miss You So Much'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-7252068181312668149</id><published>2009-07-04T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:45:19.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SlAd-5S39PI/AAAAAAAAAR0/KA7jxTJdEt8/s1600-h/animal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SlAd-5S39PI/AAAAAAAAAR0/KA7jxTJdEt8/s400/animal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354812923312600306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just bought this bag with prince at harbour front same design just the colour is different..i bought the pink one..i like the design plus can stuff alot of my things to be bring to work...it is big n trendy..what do u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SlAf1AdTJUI/AAAAAAAAASU/fSmO4vs-gds/s1600-h/strap2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SlAf1AdTJUI/AAAAAAAAASU/fSmO4vs-gds/s200/strap2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354814952459937090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SlAf0yxwUbI/AAAAAAAAASM/JJU7CkxWLM0/s1600-h/back+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SlAf0yxwUbI/AAAAAAAAASM/JJU7CkxWLM0/s200/back+view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354814948787638706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SlAf06McIfI/AAAAAAAAASE/WoJDpsxHdqE/s1600-h/front+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SlAf06McIfI/AAAAAAAAASE/WoJDpsxHdqE/s200/front+view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354814950778610162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SlAf0lqffkI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Q3Y7SgU04PE/s1600-h/strap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SlAf0lqffkI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Q3Y7SgU04PE/s200/strap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354814945267514946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just bought me this Levi's watch..Thank q so much..i really like the colour and the design..sporty+elegant..black and gold matches so well!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prayed that u will be mine forever&lt;br /&gt;i prayed that u wont be drifting apart from me&lt;br /&gt;i prayed that i will be on ur mind forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna miss you..if you leave me &lt;br /&gt;i am gonna think of you day and night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought of you leaving me really make my thoughts go wild&lt;br /&gt;will you be the same person i know after your return or am i will be the same person that you know before?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-7252068181312668149?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/7252068181312668149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=7252068181312668149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/7252068181312668149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/7252068181312668149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-pray-that-u-will-be-mine-forever-i.html' title=''/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SlAd-5S39PI/AAAAAAAAAR0/KA7jxTJdEt8/s72-c/animal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-1606794506931693949</id><published>2009-04-24T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:52:03.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*fearful*</title><content type='html'>ARGH!!!!pple always say mulut jgn cabul!Kan dah kene! Not 1 but 3 beb!!!!!Previous post if u read bout TOP thing..today i have 3 TOP medical in my care...I dont mind the nursing care..its my job..but imagine see 3 dead foetus in one day?i cant believe that i will b able to c it..other then just pictures or project that i have done about abortion during my school time..just imagine when u c this on sanitary pad filled with blood..urgh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SfCchvQ9QtI/AAAAAAAAARs/mOIrsIYrbn4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SfCchvQ9QtI/AAAAAAAAARs/mOIrsIYrbn4/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327930462616502994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;http://www.lexic.us/definition-of/abortion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-1606794506931693949?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/1606794506931693949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=1606794506931693949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/1606794506931693949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/1606794506931693949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2009/04/fearful.html' title='*fearful*'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SfCchvQ9QtI/AAAAAAAAARs/mOIrsIYrbn4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-2553735580033576418</id><published>2009-04-19T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:20:09.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Now...</title><content type='html'>Alhamdullilah..it been nearly 3 months, i worked at my ward. So far, i able to adapt to my work surrounding, sister already comfirmed my place..all i need is to hand over my checklist early next month..&lt;br /&gt;definitely, my workplace is different from any general ward..work place is fast, pt will admit and discharge on the same day..i have learnt alot of procedure and many kind of surgical..but what i really hate is admitting pt gg for TOP(Terminating of Pregnancy)imaging terminating one life which not even exist in the world..TOP surgical not so bad but Medical TOP, i really pray hard that i wont be the one looking after the pt..not bcoz  am heartless but i cant faced to see blood clot which actually a fetus that was already dead...sadly most of them gg for this procedure(TOP) is "my people"...either came alone or with their "husband"...&lt;br /&gt;i believe whatever they do, there's always a reason behind it..some of them look remorseful while some not even a single regretfulness written on their face...imaging everyday about 3 to 4 cases admitted bcoz of this procedure..&lt;br /&gt;My motto in life, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"dont ever say bad things about other people although they have done the worse thing u ever image...instead look into your own life and on the things u need to improve..becoz i believe not everyone is perfect".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe my life now is more meaningful, speading most of my time at work, off day with family, bf and friendz and most importantly getting close myself with god..reciting Al-Quran make my life really peaceful and refrain me from doing any sinful things..i admit that last time my life was really chaostic..i was living with fear each day and it was so torturing..alhamdullilah i decided to be strong and make 1 decision which could even destroy my life if it goes strong...my prayes r answered by al-mighty and it goes smoothly as it planned...i still can remember during the begining days in my nursing life..i confessed to 1 of my classmate bout how much tortured i have gone through my life..then He said in a serious tone " Fad No matter how much advises that i given you..your life will remain the same unless you be strong and stand up for your action...Nobody can help you..only you can help yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life now r much more peaceful..i really hope that my life partner can really accept who am now, and accept wat my past was liked...i want someone who is:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;religious and can guide me along&lt;br /&gt;&gt;respect his parent and my parent&lt;br /&gt;&gt;respect the things that i say forbidden&lt;br /&gt;&gt;have faith in my love and trust&lt;br /&gt;&gt;stable career and hardworking&lt;br /&gt;&gt;lovable and understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Prince:&lt;br /&gt;When i first accept him as my boyfriend..the reason are not bcoz:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i love him&lt;br /&gt;&gt;he stayed in a private house&lt;br /&gt;&gt;he is someone who can buy the stuff that i want&lt;br /&gt;&gt;his family is wealth off&lt;br /&gt;&gt;he always fetch me from work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------but-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bcoz of what he said to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i will definetely prove that you are wrong (not all guys are devil). Come and hold my hands..let me lead you the right way slowly..i will ensure you that your life would b much more better than before..stop talking about your past to me becoz..i like you not becoz of who u r but i like u bcoz of who u r when u r with me Now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i dont really have confidence bout watever he say to me..&lt;br /&gt;To me..the first 6 months in relationship usually a honeymoon period for all couples..all the sweetness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually couples would show their true colours after the honeymoon period end..at most they would know their partner bad side by end of 6 months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Now, i believe the words that he said to me...his sincerity, careness towards me. he changes my lifestyle for good..as months goes by, my feelings for him is getting deeper and deeper..i feel that i want someone like him always be by my side..honest,truthful and sincere about relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now 1 yr and 6 months has past..i cant believe a relationship without the word love in the begining has grown with so much love and careness...and ...we would just take it slowly and at the same time work hard to stablize our career path and earn more income our future....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe in this "what is fated to be mine will always be mine"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dont be afraid to fall in love again even if u have been hurts bcoz of love..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;be realistic bout who u want..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;does not mean that person have done something bad..that person wont change for life&lt;br /&gt;&gt;look into urself before u look at other person...&lt;br /&gt;Lastly&lt;br /&gt;&gt;be greatful and treasure of what u have now bcoz u may feel regret later if u choose the wrong fish that u think it is better than the current want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care pple..gd nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-2553735580033576418?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2553735580033576418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=2553735580033576418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/2553735580033576418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/2553735580033576418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-life-now.html' title='My Life Now...'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-9171030405155110423</id><published>2009-04-04T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:46:12.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEMS</title><content type='html'>hola pple..today last minutes plan..at 1pm, prince ask me out, meet at ct hall, and just window shopping at marina square but in the end i bought 3 shirts at Dorothy Perkins...lol..habiz lah gaji aku tiz months..our next plan..watch fast n furious 4 at cineleisure...tapi ape kan daya..when we reached there 2 slot time tickets sold out...haiz and the next slot at 11pm...so me n prince window shopping again at cineleisure..met sabri and aisyah..just smiled and say hi to them...me and prince had our late lunch at bbq chicken @cineleisure basement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after heavy lunch..we wanted to chill out at starbuck near the swensen's..but it has closed down..so we went to coffee been at paragon level 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok guyz..wat do you think about the customer service in singapore? Am sure u guyz have experience it urself..be good or bad right? Sometimes i felt that we have to use our initiative when we r doing things and the way we approached ppl...I am not saying that singaporean have bad service but we really need to improve our service standard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venue: coffee bean Paragon&lt;br /&gt;Time: 6.oopm&lt;br /&gt;Staff strenght: 6-7 barista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and prince decided to sit inside coz i complained that the weather is really warm..so we managed to find two seats in the middle of the cafe..i bought a large vanilla frapp with cream to be shared by me and prince...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a middle aged man..walked into the cafe and he sat one table away from our table...for normal healthy person like u and me would take less then a min to enter and sat at the place..but for that he actually took about 5 mins to walk to that table..reason..he was crippled...After he placed his plastic bag on the table to reserve the table...he walked again to the counter to order his drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Dear.. u... tgk lah kesian seh org tua tu.,dah lah tempang..tapi satu staff pun tak approached dia..kalau lah i, i suruh dia duduk seh, i yg akan amik order dia..tak payah susah2 nak jalan kat counter...takan seh diorang(staff) tak perasan keadaan dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prince: u..asal kepoh sangat? manelah tahu diorang bz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Bz ke?dari tadi seh i perhatikan..tak ada org pun tolong...staff berlambak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prince: u ni kepoh seh...kalau u ada restaurent sendiri boleh lah u buat ape yg u suke k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the man reached at the counter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: 1 black coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staff: uncle u order wrong counter lah..this is where u collect ur coffee..&lt;br /&gt;       u want to order, at other counter..at the cashier there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor cripple man had to walked to another counter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dear kalau i lah..i suruh org tua tu duduk dulu nanti i sent kan kat dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prince: haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that man ordered his drink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff: here ur change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: my coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff:uncle u got to go another counter lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the staff giggle away with other staff when they saw how this man walked again to another counter)-this one i dident saw it but my prince saw it himself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly without any guiltiness or pity towards this man..he gave the coffe and let this man carry the saucer and the cup himself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear friends..can u imagine urself being cripple..where by one of ur leg is shorter than the other one, and imagine a parkinson person holding a saucer in his hand?thats what i saw...and i cant believe it myself..2 person stood up from their seats..and came forward to help....dont be shock if i say it is not the staff but the customers themselve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: uncle come i help u k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: thank you ah gal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know some eyes r looking at me..but who cares i am just helping this old man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached his seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:uncle u want sugar? i take 4 u ok...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: ya..ya i want..thank q r gal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my surprise, after this senario happen, not a single staff approached that man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to take a sit at my table after giving the sur=gar to that man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince: u.. i macam nak hemput seh budak perempuan melayu tu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: asal pulak..u yg kata, jgn kepoh tadi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince: tak adalah i tak kisah kalau dia tak mahu tolong..tapi jgn lah ketawa kan org...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: dah lah,dah lah..control lah sikit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, we should set up a gd standard when serving our customer..and not practising a double standard...not just gd service towards "Ang Moh"..but show a gd service towards uncle or aunties when they visit cafe...i myself have been in this service line for 4 years and i know it is not easy to satisfy all customer...but i feel that going an extra mile..such as helping an disable man carrying his coffee to his table does not even take such a heavy work load...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnite pple...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-9171030405155110423?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/9171030405155110423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=9171030405155110423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/9171030405155110423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/9171030405155110423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2009/04/gems.html' title='GEMS'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-2912230714266357406</id><published>2009-04-03T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:36:53.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell..party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SdX0mcuDzOI/AAAAAAAAARU/qCimr4x_RUo/s1600-h/sister+kwok.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SdX0mcuDzOI/AAAAAAAAARU/qCimr4x_RUo/s400/sister+kwok.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320427476189695202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok today, suppose to finish work at 4 but ended at 4.30pm..haiz but nevermind coz i know this is part of my work life..anyway today is my NM last dayz...huhuh..although i only work at her ward for only 1 month pluz..but so far i very comfortable with the way she approached me and other staff..always smiling and soft-spoken NM..how i wish, she would stay longer..and i really wonder if my New NM has the same qualities and attitude as her...after my work..my ward organize a farewell party for her...photos were taken and definitely got nice food to eat...but i only ate 2 slice of pizza..(nak jaga badan lah hehe..)tmr nite karaoke session at chevron jurong east..from 7pm-11pm..organize by my NM..Am not sure want to go or not?hmm..Anyway I would like to Wish My NM sister Kwork all the best in her career journey and i am gonna miz ur laughter voice....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-2912230714266357406?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2912230714266357406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=2912230714266357406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/2912230714266357406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/2912230714266357406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2009/04/farewellparty.html' title='farewell..party'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SdX0mcuDzOI/AAAAAAAAARU/qCimr4x_RUo/s72-c/sister+kwok.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-8527745585737864466</id><published>2009-03-29T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:04:58.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short but sweet day</title><content type='html'>today early in the mrg..went to shop n save at westmall to buy some groceries..with mama,aba n my sis...then  accompany abah to sintel shop to buy his hp memory card..alot of pple seh..then abah decided to approched tis sintel staff..a malay guy..very approachable and has gd customer service..at the same time i ask about the broadband promotion..my 2 yr contract has ended so decided to sign another plan...in the end tiz staff intro us to sign up mio plan..3 in 1..i find that the price quite affordable..time check it is already 1.30pm..and tis staff still explaining to abah..have to meet galfriendz at 3pm..sure lambat seh..called shol inform her i will b late..tup2 we left the shop at 2.30pm...hehe.then tis staff pass his hp number to me..hmm if i have any quiries can call him personally...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed hm, mandi and quickly change.reached starbucks fullertons at 4pm..bought passion ice tea and choc danish...today outing with galfriends definitely a short but sweet day for all of us..the 4 us kept cam whoring..and sharing, updating stories bout ourself..had our light dinner before we went home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr gonna b long day for me..afternoon shift..haiz..hope tmr will b and ease day for me..&lt;br /&gt;take cre pple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-8527745585737864466?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/8527745585737864466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=8527745585737864466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/8527745585737864466'/><link rel='self' 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coz i noe i have less than 2 months  to complete it...working pace in my wards are fast and i have to be efficient in everything that i do...overall..i felt that i already adapt to my working environment and my workload...yeah..glad that my off days are on wkends..on monday gonna be my first afternoon shift...haiz..i am praying hard that before the morning staff ended their shift at 5pm..most of the post-op pt have been discharged..if not can u imagine i have to look after 17 post-op pt all by myself..??such a huge responsibilty..with hourly parameters + changing dressing + serving their feeds + ensure that when they start ambulate there will b assistance beside them..+ sending pt to general ward if doctor instruct to do so..crazy seh...People say that it is ok to make a mistake so that u can learn from your mistake...i use to agree to this..but now..i felt that i can't afford to make mistake and i dont want to make the first mistake that i do for my work load...i will try to ensure that every work that i do must b accurate and nicely done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow going out with my mama and my sis to orchard to buy my sis stuff..follow by meeting my dad at his workplace..we plan to have lunch together...yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved galfriends...i cant wait to meet u gals tiz coming sunday..YEAH2...gonna spent my time preciously with them..hey gals beep me up to tell me the time and the venue that we are suppose to meet alrite!!!am waiting babes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untung nye aku..dapat weekends off and dapat spent time with family and friends pulak tu hehe....to my prince Dali...thank q for spending your time fetching me from work  this few days..although u have to travel from the east to the west and back to the east..rain or shine...but not a single word of complain from your mouth...thank q so much and i appreciated wat ever u have done for me...i am glad that after 1 year 5 months and 9 days together, our relationship still remains strong and stronger each day...love u my prince..lets kept it this way..focus on our career but at the same time caring and concern for each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok take cre pple!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-3061277042644956627?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/3061277042644956627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=3061277042644956627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/3061277042644956627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SceMZhQvwyI/AAAAAAAAARM/pgtfaA70BC4/s400/DSC00748%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316372255187387170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SceLb138teI/AAAAAAAAARE/FrnHgPMUK4o/s1600-h/DSC00737%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SceLb138teI/AAAAAAAAARE/FrnHgPMUK4o/s400/DSC00737%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316371195568633314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SceKwBqadyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nsl7xBg6M8k/s1600-h/ecp180301+yad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SceKwBqadyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nsl7xBg6M8k/s400/ecp180301+yad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316370442818844450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SceJ7XF2ZFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0SOsaEPdzXA/s1600-h/ecp+180309+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SceJ7XF2ZFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0SOsaEPdzXA/s400/ecp+180309+me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316369538037998674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey pple..so yesterday my off day..went to sgh early in the mrg to pass my copied nursing certificate..then meet prince at bedok...we planned to go cycling at ecp...i predicted the weather to b breezing and cooling bcoz of raining season for the past few days..but cuaca punye lah panas terik...scorching sak..and since it is school holiday...ecp crowd was no different from sunday..the place full with pple cycling, bbq and swimming...after cycling, walk around at parkway parade for a while, had our dinner there and i went home after that..overall i enjoy my day although i was really exhausted..how i wish the weather was not so hot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today back to work opening at 7..WELCOME TO HELL...i dont know y but since i start working at my work place..every thursday would b our busiest day...macam setengah mati aku keje hari ni...the numbers of pt admitting today was like alot!!!really crazy..really have to work double,triple pace...Berpeluh2 seh aku kaje..padahal ward air-condition eh...but what ever it is..i try to adapt to this situation and i know that i will b given  much more responsibilities in future....i just have to b confidence in myself and ensure that i do my job carefully and accurately...tmr and sat i am working opening..i prayed that tmr will b a smooth day for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-869412431154771197?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/869412431154771197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=869412431154771197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/869412431154771197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/869412431154771197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-pple.html' title=''/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SceMZhQvwyI/AAAAAAAAARM/pgtfaA70BC4/s72-c/DSC00748%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-8961874101838667125</id><published>2009-03-07T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:19:59.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>Hey pple...it been weeks i diden update my blog..bz with my work. To my friends wondering how i am doing right now? i am doing fine..it just that i am bz working and trying to adapt with my job scope in my work place. i requested for OT and surgical department..and glad that i was given a surgical ward. i thought i would be given a surgical ward in the main building which i usually work during my attachment but to my surprise i was given  a day surgery ward..in the first place i really have no idea what will be the ward setting..but i know it will be different from the usual surgical ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the orientation all that..i am comfortable with my working place. With total strenght of 45 collegues i definitely have trouble remembering their names..(ye lah STM katekan).i am one of the few youngers staff there..most of my collegues were very-very the senior..with their knowlege and experiences..i am definitely a seed which trying to grow while they were already a big tall tree with strong base.In the first place, i felt uncomfortable approaching my collegue for help and enquiries coz their looks and expression when they look at me..really make me nervous, some looks really arrogant and some faces Stated "What Do You want!?"..but to my surprise they are the one who willing to teach me alot of things..and very approachable..some even give me one whole book explaination althought i only ask about one chapter. I have learned not to jugde a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks past fast, and i have no preceptor to guide me along. All i have is a different buddy each day to guide me along for my first week and i was already on my own on the 2nd week to handle my work...it is really stressful for me as fresh graduate to work at my ward coz with the little experiences that i have, i will have some difficulties handling some cases especially during admission..some of the diagnosis i am really not sure wat is it man!So complicated! and i have to know different medical term anatomy of the body, different type of sedation,and even medication..argh!And the way doctors wrote the diagnosis on the consent form..i cunt even figure out what they wrote! Admitting an adult is more easier than admitting a kid..once they start crying..aiyoh you will have a hard time for the rest of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first 2 weeks..i been doing admission and on my 3rd week they assign me in the cubicle..receiving post op from the OT and also nursing care for them..it really a different scope from the normal ward.Over here i have to receive the pt,  receive report from the Ot staff and beside monitoring the vital sign, i have to write a report on the pt condition..since it is a short post-op, every detail have to write down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the advantages of me working there is Sun and PH definetly be my off day..which i will not have in other wards..but the disadvantages are since it is a short post op care, i will not be able to see some chronic cases and face some challenges in my nursing career..and i felt that my learning journey is really limited. But watever it is i try to take a step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_PRINCE_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my prince, thank q for ur understanding and concern...Although both of us been bz with our career lately but i believe our relationship will be strong each day..Thank q for celebrating my birthday last wed..the 2 pair of shoes and t-shirt..i loved it so much!But the most precious gift is u sincerely  accept who i am right now..regardless of my past...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-8961874101838667125?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/8961874101838667125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=8961874101838667125' title='0 Comments'/><link 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kept telling myself to sleep early...bsk dah lah keje pagi..takot susah nak bangun pulak kan...i cant sleep not bcoz of work but i keep thinking of u dear...how i wish you were by my side now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-660363967856944978?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/660363967856944978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=660363967856944978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/660363967856944978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/660363967856944978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2009/02/thinking-of-him.html' title='thinking of him'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-3008990122667406559</id><published>2009-02-22T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:17:04.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dissapointment</title><content type='html'>he called to say he will b back on wednesday 25th feb instead of tmr......*broken heart*...haiz...nvm it looks like i will b celebrating my special day with my family members and i am grateful..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-5164531239587926427</id><published>2009-02-22T09:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:58:09.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bowling time</title><content type='html'>yesterday went bowling with my family members and relatives...kecoh abiz macam lah bowling alley tu kite yang punye hehe....biase lah eh pakcik n makcik main bowling...total strenght about 25 members..as for me it been years i touch the bowling ball..asyik masuk longkang hehe...and surprisingly my dear daddy played like a pro seh. Asyik strike aje!!and my dad keep teasing me "apelah ilah ni asyik masuk longkang aje!!hehe" ok never mind it just a friendly games....then as usual after bowling for 2 games...perut mesti laparkan...then went to ayer raja food centre to have our supper..time check 10.45pm when we left the alley...really enjoy myself yesterday...next sat will b futsal game for the guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my prince..i waiting patiencely for ur return on monday..jangan lah postponed lagi k sayang..i really miss u so much ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-5164531239587926427?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/5164531239587926427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-3206920091220201544</id><published>2009-02-18T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:26:20.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss You So Much</title><content type='html'>basically today work load was heavier then yesterday..especially when you buddy with the very2 "senior" staff everything must b perfect..but really learn alot from her...the peak hr on the road really test my patience..either in the morning or in the afternoon..missed 3 buz before home sweet home just now..after reach home..iron my clothers for tomorrow...ate my dinner...read my notes abit and gonna watch tv later on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miz my prince so much...he is in KL for the past 3 weeks already...BUt he is a little sweet guy huh..once in a while he would msg me sweet2 msg which i noe it was directly from his heart..and he would try his best to kol me at least once a day to re-assure that his fine over there and ask bout my work stuff and myself...DEar bile u nak balik Spore....???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-3206920091220201544?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/3206920091220201544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=3206920091220201544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/3206920091220201544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/3206920091220201544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2009/02/miss-you-so-much.html' title='Miss You So Much'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-2426783998946464714</id><published>2009-02-02T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:42:57.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>working time</title><content type='html'>today orientation really tiring...introduction of the hospital pluz the amazing race...been 2 yrs attach to the hospital but still felt lost during the race...hehe..first report to the HR..and thank god found my cohort friends..vash,shalini n clara...joining me at the orientation..later on fendi join us at the auditorium....sometimes it feel good to have company with someone u already know..it gonna b long week..9-6pm beb...and last till tis thursday..i am not sure where i will b posted to yet..i been told my posting will be in the ward..but just now i have been told i will be posted to OT instead....haiz.. don noe lah c how tiz friday will comfirm..but congrates to my friends they will be posted to their choices which is paediatric wards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after orientation end..prince fetch me from work....and we went to IMM...shop for a while and headed home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-2426783998946464714?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2426783998946464714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=2426783998946464714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/2426783998946464714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/2426783998946464714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2009/02/working-time.html' title='working time'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-6472910863731118116</id><published>2009-01-25T22:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:50:00.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hungry</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i am really bored now..my parent and my " sweety devil" sis went out early in the morning to jb..tu lah org ajak jual mahal kan dilah....&lt;br /&gt;Now i am really hungry..kebulur ni perut aku..last bite @ 1pm and that was leftover lamb chop i ate yesterday n i just heat it up..dilah pathetic nye kau..watever is it i am gonna stay awake till my parent reached home and bought me food...mama just called she buying mee grg ...huhu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itz been awhile i haven go out with my prince..the last time just met him at his work place @ suntec last fri..and i am counting down till next friday on the 30th to meet him..dear i know u are working really hard and continuesly working ur sweat out...but just bear in mind that i will alwayz b there to give u my moral support k..&lt;br /&gt;i Know that i am gonna miz u badly...i just cant denied it...especially last 2 days after u broke a news that u gonna work with your uncle in the shipyard..and ur first assignment..Sri Lanka!!!of all places for i month plus than u will b BACK!!!huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..ok..i will try to get over this mushy-mashy feelings..i know that prince wanna stablelize his career path..and he gonna b away 1 day before i start my career on 2th feb.. and i know that me n prince share the same vision..put our love aside for a while and concentrate on our career path first..we know that this gonna be tough for both of us..but it will takes time rite my prince?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 19th january 2oo9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SXyJDlA53hI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fM1B6qFqAd4/s1600-h/th_n723863048_1281698_69691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SXyJDlA53hI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fM1B6qFqAd4/s400/th_n723863048_1281698_69691.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295257956449377810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with my galfriendz to sentosa..&lt;br /&gt;having fun and laughter the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;i really hate the sun..blazing hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;going out with this galz really hilarious and crazy..&lt;br /&gt;starting off with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atiqa&lt;/strong&gt; bringing the "tikar thing"&lt;br /&gt;Attacking  &lt;strong&gt;Umairah&lt;/strong&gt; delicious been hoon even b4 we start swimming&lt;br /&gt;followed by &lt;strong&gt;Fatin&lt;/strong&gt; ideas's of Sand Tanning&lt;br /&gt;and @ Vivo.. &lt;strong&gt;Mai&lt;/strong&gt; Shouting.."NANTI..NANTI SKIRT AKU" when taking group photo&lt;br /&gt;ending with &lt;strong&gt;liyanah&lt;/strong&gt; SMOOUCHING lips Pix!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-6472910863731118116?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/6472910863731118116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=6472910863731118116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/6472910863731118116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/6472910863731118116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2009/01/hungry.html' title='hungry'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SXyJDlA53hI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fM1B6qFqAd4/s72-c/th_n723863048_1281698_69691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-7212598419627120155</id><published>2008-12-25T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:33:43.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SVMGufgYeTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ad44SgmXfSs/s1600-h/heart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SVMGufgYeTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ad44SgmXfSs/s400/heart.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283574183636793650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart's taken but so what? is love nescessary in my life rite now? this few days i been doing some soul searching bout myself..i keep thinking about my past love..coz my past really haunt me alot..but i keep telling myself to put my past aside and be appreciative of what i have now and carry on with my life...Come On Dyla! Plz wake up..Dont trapped urself in this Dilemma.. ARGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-7212598419627120155?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/7212598419627120155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=7212598419627120155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/7212598419627120155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/7212598419627120155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-hearts-taken-but-so-what-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SVMGufgYeTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ad44SgmXfSs/s72-c/heart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-649304835237003981</id><published>2008-10-25T18:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:31:17.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SQMC2Uffx_I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RYuIf5SA_J8/s1600-h/night+porter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SQMC2Uffx_I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RYuIf5SA_J8/s320/night+porter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261051921935878130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just finish my 2 dayz nite shift..thursday and fridAY NITE..OVERALL my 2 dayz nite was fun especially if u r working with your "clicks" and the staffs that u liked..my team nitez, work with my beloved sister Marhaini..and 2 guys..azmi n Habib..working with this people really hilarious lor..cheer up my sleepy nite..i really learn something from my nitez...thankz to the staff..anyway my nitez dident worn me out..it just that i fell really sleppy..thanks to azmi and habib, they create alotz of jokes to wake me the whole nitz..hehe..this morning after my shift end..had a quick shower before heading to harbourfront foodcentre to have breakfast with my nitez team..we plan this thing even before our nitez start..hehe....while having our hearty breafast..share some jokes and stories "abg..adik"(only my nitez team noes)haha...after that Marhaini left her own way..while me, ami n habib took the same buz home..really had fun with this people.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SQMDRo84byI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OZWW3EIBPEM/s1600-h/breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SQMDRo84byI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OZWW3EIBPEM/s320/breakfast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261052391284305698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SQMDRn_b9gI/AAAAAAAAAPY/xa-Vr8oFxug/s1600-h/nite+shift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 109px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SQMDRn_b9gI/AAAAAAAAAPY/xa-Vr8oFxug/s320/nite+shift.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261052391026587138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-649304835237003981?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/649304835237003981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=649304835237003981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/649304835237003981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/649304835237003981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-finish-my-2-dayz-nite-shift.html' title=''/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SQMC2Uffx_I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RYuIf5SA_J8/s72-c/night+porter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-2178939142803840362</id><published>2008-10-18T16:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:15:06.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SPma-i_8yCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6f5-6vHsy-c/s1600-h/The+love+of+my+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258404439269361698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SPma-i_8yCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6f5-6vHsy-c/s320/The+love+of+my+life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;happy 1 yr anniversary together prince..i love u so much..i appreciate whatever u have done for me for the past 1 yr..i pry that our relationship will last forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-prince n princess 1 yr-&lt;/span&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/916326906941292040-2178939142803840362?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2178939142803840362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=2178939142803840362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/2178939142803840362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/2178939142803840362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-1-yr-anniversary-together-prince.html' title=''/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SPma-i_8yCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6f5-6vHsy-c/s72-c/The+love+of+my+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-85351435936701001</id><published>2008-10-11T07:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:20:58.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time check:7:40 AM &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feeling very bored seh..later gg out jalan raya with my family..tmr work at cafe doing opening and MONDAY..haiz start of attachment..boring again..anyway lazt 2 dayz went out with my dearest sis Marhaini to watch movie "the house bunny"..me rated (7/10)...tot this show for the galfriendz2 type ironically 80% of the ppl in the cinema hall was filled with school kidz....the show really damn funny seh(kebodohan the main actress memang terserlah)...then had our late lunch at thai express...the food was fabulously delicious...thankz to marhaini...me ordered tom yum soup with crayfish...yummy..we finished the food at 6 pluz n hang out for a while before heading back home...&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to my dearest sis Marhaini..thankz q for accepting my date out with u..although we only have a short period of time togather but at least we had fun, laughter and stories rite? lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255679038769862562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SO_sPW9YF6I/AAAAAAAAANg/AODqjpej1pU/s400/marhaini+n+dyla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255679570990498802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SO_suVoqg_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/6OFEvzuaPiA/s200/dyla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255679042701508098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SO_sPlmwPgI/AAAAAAAAANo/rX9WeVCwRvk/s400/food+at+thai+express.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to my prinze..i understand that u been bz with ur work this few weekz...but can u recalled how many time we got the chance to say hello to each other on the phone this few days?..i really miz u so much..n dont blame me if i neglect u during my attachment period...coz i will b very bz...n tired for the next few months k..but like i say b4 no matter how bz i am i will make my time for u k dear..wanna say tiz again.."i really miz u so much"..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-prince and princess11 months and 23 dayz-&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/916326906941292040-85351435936701001?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/85351435936701001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=85351435936701001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/85351435936701001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/85351435936701001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-check740-am-feeling-very-bored-seh.html' title=''/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SO_sPW9YF6I/AAAAAAAAANg/AODqjpej1pU/s72-c/marhaini+n+dyla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-1599544146204529221</id><published>2008-10-08T10:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:30:34.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, Allah breaks our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;, to make us a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, Allah sends us &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pain&lt;/span&gt;, so that we can be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, Allah sends us &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Failure&lt;/span&gt;, so that we can be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Humble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, Allah sends us &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Illness&lt;/span&gt;, so that we can take &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Better Care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, Allah takes E&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;verything &lt;/span&gt;away from us, so we can learn the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;went out with my mama...shopping..bought new pair of slipper and pants with her..it been so long we dident go out together.. really miz it..so took the opportunity to treat her for lunch and accompany her for window shopping..90% of my holidayz ..i spent my time at home with my mama..only 10% of it spent time with prinze and @ workz every sunday..people say holidayz are the best time to work part time and earn more money..but i decided not this time and decided to stay @ home to help my mama and accompany her..-not a single regret-..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i alwayz hate it when my mama nag and nag..but i noe inside her heart she meant well..talk about favouritism..from my presence view..i noe she loves my sista more than she loves me but she always said that she treat both of us fairly..and when i look into her eyes i believes her..i dont noe y i am being emotional talking bout my mama todayz..just hope that she read my blog one day coz just want to tell u mama..i love u so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-i dedicated tis poem to my Mama-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A MOTHER'S LOVE&lt;br /&gt;A Mother's love is somethingthat no on can explain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It is made of deep devotionand of sacrifice and pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It is endless and unselfishand enduring come what may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For nothing can destroy itor take that love away . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It is patient and forgivingwhen all others are forsaking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And it never fails or falterseven though the heart is breaking . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It believes beyond believingwhen the world around condemns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And it glows with all the beautyof the rarest, brightest gems . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It is far beyond defining,it defies all explanation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And it still remains a secretlike the mysteries of creation . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A many splendoured miracleman cannot understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And another wondrous evidenceof God's tender guiding hand.&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/916326906941292040-1599544146204529221?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/1599544146204529221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=1599544146204529221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/1599544146204529221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/1599544146204529221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-allah-breaks-our-heart-to.html' title=''/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-1498035063693948084</id><published>2008-10-03T14:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:54:18.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELAMAT HARI RAYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SELAMAT HARI RAYA"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I noe itz abit too late but anyway been bz tis holiday..bz2 in the kitchen..i dont noe wats wrong with me but tis fasting month i been helping my mum cooking in the kitchen..(dyla cooking??..sure or not..)anyway i ask mama wats for lunch today n she replied.."y not u cook today...its ur choice k.."..huh me cooking again?huhu..so early tiz mrg went to pasar @ gombak with mama..i bought crab and rempah ratus lah..bla..bla..had hotcake sausage for breakfast(kepunan seh..)....then mama said to me.."haiz dah kenyang bile nak start masak?"huh ingat jugak mak aku..ingatkan dah lupe..so me start siang ketam..wash in properly and soak it with salt water..(am i rite to do tat? ah..hentam sajalah)..alh bukan susah nak masak..capak rempah tu campak rempah ni dah siap..kan..so me tumis-tumis..and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...TADAH!!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252813745847624146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SOW-RXCJYdI/AAAAAAAAAM4/MaKJjcPReH0/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;mama: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sedap..blh kahwin pun..(lol..macam betul aje mama ni)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;izah(sista):&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sedap kak tapi tak baik seh asal masak pedas2...(eh2 budak ni banyak cakap pulak makan aje lah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;abah: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not bad..bile nak masak kan abah..mee soto..mee rebus..mee bandung ke?( tis is too much..next yr blh bah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1 OCTOBER 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252816175816517250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SOXAezX4JoI/AAAAAAAAANI/m6McRobbXBQ/s200/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO cute lah my little cousinz..i adore them so much..went out raya with them..kecoh habiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;30 september 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-took tis picture a day b4 raya-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252817645134293874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SOXB0VAiK3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/i30MQMVV6bk/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;went to marina square and vivo for my last minutes shopping with my prince..he bought his shirt and perfume and me my purse at charles n keith...dear thanks for everything u hav done for me..the thimgs u hav bought for me..doesn't means i rejected the things u want to buy for me that's means i dont appreciated it..no dear..to me i choose u to b part of my life not bcoz of the gifts or money..but the words that u have said to me the day that u woo me..do u remember the words that u said to me? hope u do coz i still remember itz..that the reason i choose u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-prince and princess 11 months n 15 dayz-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-1498035063693948084?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/1498035063693948084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=1498035063693948084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/1498035063693948084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/1498035063693948084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='SELAMAT HARI RAYA'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SOW-RXCJYdI/AAAAAAAAAM4/MaKJjcPReH0/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-2876951776108326621</id><published>2008-09-25T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:01:28.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went to JB with my parents to take the baju kurung i tempah there..smooth journey..no jams..bla bla...but waste the effort..i still have to alter back the kain coz it is damly loose to wear man..(either the tailor made it big for me or i loose abit of weight..haiz)..went to doctor again after that for my second check up..although my abdominal pain are lessen but i can still feel it lah..and the doctor still cant diagnose me properly..n sent me to specialist..duh!!! this holiday is the most boring period i ever had!!reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) work at cafe only on sunday which is unusual&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) dident get to hang out with my galfriendz- haiz miss them so much-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) go out with prince once in a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) me n mama dident make any kuih for raya- both of us are too sick to make-1st time we dindent make kuih for raya huhu!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5) have to clean the house although i am sick!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-tomorrow had to follow my parent again to Geylang bazaar for last minute shopping...-haiz imagine geylang bazaar on friday nite..the crowd..haiz-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-prince and princess 11 months and 7 dayz-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-2876951776108326621?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2876951776108326621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=2876951776108326621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/2876951776108326621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/2876951776108326621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/09/went-to-jb-with-my-parents-to-take-baju.html' title=''/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-6347681740621459422</id><published>2008-09-23T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:48:02.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;today went out with prince to do his window shopping...me just accompany him..meet him at cityhall..as usual aku lambat...1/2 an hr...he such a ZARA freak..n i have to follow him to marina square outlet...n taka outlet...but i dont mind...coz spending time with him make me really happy n i feel sense of secure with him by my side...Like what he said to me just now &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Ayg u dont have to say i love u every time u meet me and every time u sms me coz if u love someone...every thing that u sincerely do for the person u love, it will automatically reflect on u without u saying i lov u to that person...its from the heart not from the mouth...."&lt;/span&gt;hmmm i think it sound really deep lah..let me try ah..for 1 week k..without saying i lov u  or i miss u..everytime we talk on the phone or sms each other k...lol...bla..bla..bla..anyway we had our break fast at Ria Ayam Penyet at Lucky Plaza..As usual his treat...n chill out at mac cafe , had my All times Favourites Himalayan Tea Frappe (refreshing beb)....knock..knock..did any of my face feature look like i am a chinese? and one lady talk to me as if i cant speak malay...hello2 i can speak malay k..went home after that..prince met his parent at bugis...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-Prince n Princess 11 months n 5 days-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-6347681740621459422?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/6347681740621459422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=6347681740621459422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/6347681740621459422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/6347681740621459422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-went-out-with-prince-to-do-his.html' title=''/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-6914738019251665700</id><published>2008-09-19T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:36:52.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dyla joe = Sick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pic taken by my younger sista izah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247644991633391186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SNNhURGqflI/AAAAAAAAALw/MKjYR7CiLXU/s320/DSC00277.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(force to smile by my sis.."kak.. smile lah abit") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haiz...not feeling well since last week..abdominal pain (thats what the doctor diagnose me...) but i dont think itz just because of that..need to go for my next check up next week...this whole week just working at cafe (but request short hrs 7am-12 noon) due to my sickness...but just have to bare with the pain...and the rest of the day just relaz at home...sorry galfriendz i cant join the fun this weekends, anyway happy advanced birthday to fatin n atiqah..love u galz...may all ur wishes came true...and to my ex secondary schoolmates..sorry i cant join u guyz for the iftar this sat...just enjoy urself k...(i will miz the Fun..haiz)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247647277425078738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SNNjZUV3sdI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_Tq9iprk4w4/s320/DSC00273.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;last but not least ...my dearest Prince, i am sorry if i neglect u in anyway..i really cant spent much time with you for now...i will remember to follow ur advise k ...(.."jgn lupe makan obat"..)...thanks for the wallet that u have bought for me..i love it alots..the colour and design just perfect for me..(i know it cost u a "Bomb' rite...i will treasure it k) ..love u sayang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247644162631886610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SNNgkA1TZxI/AAAAAAAAALg/7TuS8FdtCX8/s400/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-prince n princess 11 months n 1 day-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-6914738019251665700?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/6914738019251665700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=6914738019251665700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/6914738019251665700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/6914738019251665700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/09/dyla-joe-sick.html' title='Dyla joe = Sick...'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SNNhURGqflI/AAAAAAAAALw/MKjYR7CiLXU/s72-c/DSC00277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-2495287949470815176</id><published>2008-09-09T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:26:29.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with accounting friendz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SMZ8DdzLhpI/AAAAAAAAALY/I-3cBGIoQrk/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244015215100266130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SMZ8DdzLhpI/AAAAAAAAALY/I-3cBGIoQrk/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;went out with my accounting friendz yesterday..at first wanna have it at sakura but full house so with nana sugestion we had dinner at marina squre foodcourt..i had bee hoon sefood..the taste not bad uh...really miz my friendz so much..really reminds me in the past yesterday...where we use to jokes and laugh togather..guys its been 2 years man...we last seen each..i really miz u guyz..it have been a great pleasure me meeting u guys yesterday..(take cre eh..to day got pcb paper but i just started my revision early in the morning at 4 am...)haiz but overall the paper was average lah..not difficult or easy..i just try my best for both pcs and beh paper..yeah tmr will b a rest day for me...but hav to go back to sch..thurs n fri ..(huhuhu) for sim training..leceh seh..but wat to do...just finish up tis few dayz of schooling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244014335166674690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SMZ7QPyqdwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-I7HgUIwdxk/s320/DSC00264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244014340436403122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SMZ7QjbEI7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/zKtni0uUvzc/s320/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244014345270909554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SMZ7Q1bs2nI/AAAAAAAAALA/MeuSzA3VXg0/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244014337007178146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SMZ7QWpeUaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/W6tWXxfbtBk/s320/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244015213484441058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SMZ8DXx7_eI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xc36R9VeZ2U/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;p.s: i miz my prince so much..love u dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-prince n princess 10 months and 22 dayz&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-2495287949470815176?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2495287949470815176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=2495287949470815176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/2495287949470815176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/2495287949470815176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/09/dinner-with-accounting-friendz.html' title='Dinner with accounting friendz'/><author><name>dyla 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-6832093861859400224?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/6832093861859400224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=6832093861859400224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/6832093861859400224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/6832093861859400224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-working-with-them.html' title='love working with them!!!'/><author><name>dyla 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SMAxvp2v7_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/yNzVFX9lmDA/s400/Pix005-4%5B1%5D+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I remember the first day of middle school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I made new friends that were so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But the time has come and 2.2 has to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Graduation is almost here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I cnt believe it has been two years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This year went by so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And my friends made this year such a blast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't want to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Its just like school has just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thank you to my Galfriendz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thank you for being there when I needed you...and even when I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thank you for being there through the good times...and the bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thank you for being there to encourage my dreams....and my crazy ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thank you for catching me...before I fell down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thank you for wiping away the tears...when I was crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thank you for cheering me up...and making me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thank you for all the great memories...and the bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But most of all... thank you for accepting me as your galfriendz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-prince and princess 10 months n 18 dayz-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-5959738591673598303?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/5959738591673598303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=5959738591673598303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/5959738591673598303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/5959738591673598303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/09/lovely-friendz.html' title='lovely friendz'/><author><name>dyla 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style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241682077274995506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SL4yE-GB-zI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jHH-Uy3asIw/s320/DSC00263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is not easy being a teacher &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standing in front of adolescent teens teaching psychiatric module&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transferring to them, your skills&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is not a walk in the park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especially when they chat…Behind your back!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being a teacher means teaching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teaching both the willing and unwilling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It means repeating yourself, as many times as possible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a voice so soft and audible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In order to be understood by all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being a teacher means absorbing your frustrations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By remembering your obligations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being a teacher means assuring the late bloomers A bright future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And at the same time, ensure that the brightWork hard to stay bright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being a teacher is not an easy task!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to the Mdm Chew I say thumbs up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-846169480463730531?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/846169480463730531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=846169480463730531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/846169480463730531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/846169480463730531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/09/dhilahpsychiatric.html' title='Dhilah=Psychiatric'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SL4yE-GB-zI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jHH-Uy3asIw/s72-c/DSC00263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-1705709118951249028</id><published>2008-09-01T08:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:07:04.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronald is Creepy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wake early to update my blog bout yesterday n gg to start my last minutes revision for my examination...wah alot to catch up seh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31 August 2008 Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240845933973098162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SLs5nBkETrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4MLBiknosWA/s320/ronald+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;he came to my work place @ mac donald wcp..haiz the voice was really base sak..i was making coffee for my customer n he came to mac cafe side to entertain some kids..he was so tall...n the face?for god sake to me is very frightening..but i dont know y kids dont cry...work with the usual morning gals...bai wei, hui shi n anita plus "kekek" oh my god the crowd that morning was damn alot seh...by afternoon the park was crowded already...punch out at 3.30pm ate my mac wing with coke..15mins later kekek n anita join me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;prince came to my work to fetch me...so sweet of him seh...waited for 1 hr lah seh..but i know he dont mind lol...i had my dinner at ayer rajar marketplace...had mee kuah..he had nasi grg ayam n we both shared ikan bakar..as usual his treat....haiz tis week i broked..anyway after dinner we make our own way back from clementi interchange..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dear thanks for everything u have done for me..i really appreciate..u really made me into a better person..i will try myself to change my oldself...hope our relationship will continue to grow stronger each time k...love u dear&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-prince n princess 10 months n 14 dayz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-1705709118951249028?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/1705709118951249028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=1705709118951249028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/1705709118951249028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/1705709118951249028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/09/ronald-is-creepy.html' title='Ronald is Creepy!'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SLs5nBkETrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4MLBiknosWA/s72-c/ronald+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-1328175147902565819</id><published>2008-08-26T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:01:04.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years of friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SLQaeW0JdKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/m2UMAbbJAX4/s1600-h/DSC00248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238841375361430690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SLQaeW0JdKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/m2UMAbbJAX4/s320/DSC00248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;today..my whole mind not in school...i can't wait for school to end..can't wait to meet my secondary school galfriendz...i miz them so much seh..double happiness..the reunion n at the same time celebrate my galfriendz 22nd birthday yusliah...she may b small in size but wait till u hear her laugh..alamak tak leh angkat seh...we celebrate at the chicken rice shop at vivo..kecoh seh especially my galfriendz "rian" she n her jokes..tak leh tahan...i keep laughing n laughing ...overall the whole meeting was fun n entertaining..lov u galfriendz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238841369219655346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SLQad_71ZrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JG5nHZTVanw/s320/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-1328175147902565819?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/1328175147902565819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SLQaeW0JdKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/m2UMAbbJAX4/s72-c/DSC00248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-4516182656021048536</id><published>2008-08-24T20:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:48:36.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great raining Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey2...wake up in the morning..to work...last week dident go to work coz not feeling well...but today feel really energetic...cant wait to reach work..reached wrk at 7 am sharp...work for 1 hr and cant believe my little bro kekek working mrg shift sey..."wan kekek" keje ngan lu kekek seh...can't help sak itz been a few months we wrk with each other...as usual sure got something to share..his lyfe plus a bit of my lyfe....haiz brother n sista talk lah katekan..lol...but after all ..love working with u...and to the 2 beanies from jurong point that attached to wcp just now..umairah n tuty...hey nice to noe u galz...hope to wrk with both of u again alritz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step cute katekan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wan Kekek&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238071434605821154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SLFeN5_M_OI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3ALUFOn19m0/s320/1_535750188m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by 3.30pm..it was already rain heavily...but it is so sweet of prince to fetch me from my work place...i miz u alotz dear...then we went to Secret Recipe at IMM for our dinner, his treat as usual...and we went back home after that...anyway dear, thanks for fetching me home from work and the treat too dear..from the way u hold and hug me..i noe u miz me alot rite...lol...love u dear...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;food ordered at secret recipe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238077757850770162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SLFj996R2vI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8SxMuix5NRU/s320/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238077758431165810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SLFj-AEp_XI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KEZoMGtzICo/s320/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238078141705607442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SLFkUT4Z2RI/AAAAAAAAAJA/DDp2MTksfVU/s320/DSC00238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;our last pic of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238079005362621634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SLFlGlQSDMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0iUQOVJ60rs/s320/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Prince n Princess  10 months n 7 dayz-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/916326906941292040-4516182656021048536?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/4516182656021048536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=4516182656021048536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-369192093184465488</id><published>2008-08-22T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:47:54.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mee kuah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEE KUAH PEDAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SK68fuQXQ8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/MeW4pzT--ug/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237330669857096642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SK68fuQXQ8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/MeW4pzT--ug/s320/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After PCB class went to tampines S11 for the spicy mee kuah...this is the second times me n my galfriendz tried it...but this time is without my sweetie pie TAZ( got date seh...haiz susah betul lah kalau tgh honeymoon period)...after the deliciouz late lunch..went home with fatin n janny...i drop down at raffles to meet my prince as usual just sit there and attend to some of the his customer...(macam biase get to eat epok2 sardine and vadai...tak makan tak sah!!)...went home at 7.30pm...by myself...coz prince hav to help his mum at her stall at esplanade...dear..i am sorry coz i cannot make it for our date tmr...but i just wanna spent my time at home...to relax my mind and b a gd daughther(asyik merayap aje kan every sat)...i cant denied that i really miz u so much ..n i do understand that u have been bz with ur work n stuff..i will try to adapt to the situation k dear...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;reach home at 8.30pm sharp...had my bath n swicth on my comp...first thing...read my galfrindz blog...wow fast updated huh...pictures n video clips lagi...to my galfriendz i really appreciate our friendship together n i hope that our friendship will last forever...from the day i know u all i already treated u as my own sister...i believe that sister will share every problem together righ?...no matter how deep the problem is and the misunderstanding that we had for each other..i believe we will still be galfriendz for life rite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to one of my galfriendz...i noe how u felt just now..remember i did ask u" r u ok gal?"...n u replied"i am ok"..hey gal...i seen the changes in u thiz few days..i may b quiet and look blur2 but i am an observent person my dear...i noe how u felt thiz few dayz...it juzt a matter of who u r comfortable to share ur problem with...don't b afraid to come to me if there's any problem n dont put so much burden to urself...let it go my dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237353325499386034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SK7RGdGaCLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5t6V-C0YHiw/s400/1_778808243l+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-prince n princess 10 months n 5 dayz-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-369192093184465488?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/369192093184465488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=369192093184465488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/369192093184465488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/369192093184465488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/08/mee-kuah.html' title='Mee kuah'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SK68fuQXQ8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/MeW4pzT--ug/s72-c/DSC00234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-1979751682532471755</id><published>2008-08-19T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:27:54.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MP3 on MRT track!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SKq70I-SvvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EEJhTdG7RM4/s1600-h/DSC00233+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236204021207973618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SKq70I-SvvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EEJhTdG7RM4/s400/DSC00233+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What a chaotic feeling tis afternoon....no SW lesson yeah2..get to go home early..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;rush home..feel bad dident get to vist my galfriendz liyanna who was sick(hope she get well soon).....got to look after my sis while my parent are out tonite...reach JE mrt at 4.15p.m sharp...as usual listen to my mp3 throughout my journey...while walking to the next train to exchange train to BB..i took out my "tiny mp3" from my pocket to fastforward to the next song..came these 3 chinese ladies "wondering themselve if they wanted to take the train or not" 2 already went inside while the other one outside not sure wanted to go in or not...and by the time she decided to rush inside...i was beside her wanted to board the train too and u know what her hand tangle hard at my earphone wire and within second my mp3 drop and fell into the MRT track leaving me with the earphone hanging in my ear.......and guess what did the lady do?she just say"oh..her mp3 drop" to her friend..and her 2 friend walk out of the train..to c what had happened...from her chinese accent...alamak she is not local.."china mari "after the train left...hoping to hear at least an apology from...but instead she say in the "CHINA ACCENT" "do u noe that u r not suppose to hold the mp3 at ur hand...should put inside ur pocket.." in my head was telling me what the $%$##@# lah!!!" and hello u r the who hit me and u say like that to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But as usual DYLA JOE always cool (in uniform babe)...just give her the sweetest smile and said..."what if i am holding a handphone instead? shd i put inside my pocket 24 hrs?..and do you think u shd followed me now to the counter station to ask for help?" (when saying this trying to imitate their accent hehe..) she give me another &amp;amp;^%^&amp;amp;!@ look and say"ok"...Luckily the service was excellent...the smrt staff help me to get the mp3 with 5mins he just use a stick to get it..thanks MR JAYA and MR Mokthar staff of JE mrt station...and for the "China Lady" even before i get my mp3 she say" since the staff is here can i go now?.." with a smile i reply in China accent " ok sure...but next time dont rush into the train or u will hit an old lady instead.."( puas hati aku) and quickly get my mp3 from the staff..then followed them down to write some feedback form...what a day man!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;to my prince dont worry this mp3 that u bought still in a very gd condition..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;love u dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Prince n Princess 10 months n 1 day-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-1979751682532471755?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/1979751682532471755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=1979751682532471755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/1979751682532471755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/1979751682532471755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/08/mp3-on-mrt-track.html' title='MP3 on MRT track!!!'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SKq70I-SvvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EEJhTdG7RM4/s72-c/DSC00233+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-3677883056066850149</id><published>2008-08-17T11:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:16:43.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>project and test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 August 2008 SAturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wake up early in the morning and touch up on my reflection on BEH project and sent it back to janny...late afternoon get ready to fif birthday pit at ecp...met prince at 5pm at bedok mrt..went to parkway parade to print edit pic before heading to ecp. Arrived at ecp..warm welcome by fif and her family...met some nursing friends over there...rajin seh they came early to help out with the pit...my prince was damly shy...need to pelawa 3 times then started to eat...but overall the pit was so warmly organized and really enjoy the food..left the pit at 8.30 after cutting the cake...reach home at 10 sharp...started on tps project at 11.30pm til 4.30a.m the next day...tired seh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY FYLA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235336214525050834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SKemjJKA_9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/-SLKQDjxpsQ/s320/DSC00230+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPENING pit people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235336960375164322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SKenOjqijaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0j_3OO_PS-4/s320/DSC00229.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235349806198254738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SKey6SFbbJI/AAAAAAAAAII/v8lbkGJRX9I/s400/DSC00231+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 August 2008 Friday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today BCLS has ended...alhamdullilah i manage to pass it at my first attempt...But it was really tough coz i was breathless after the 5th cycle...and the examiner actually commented i think u shd check-up ur lung...haiz what to do i really have no strength seh...but watever it is, it is already over now i need to concentrate on my psychiatric test..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pics taken after BCLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haus eh fatin..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235322385518914546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SKeZ-MGBa_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/_UrS7tn_PhI/s320/DSC00224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235322856260728946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SKeaZlvneHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/EXmYF2b1s6w/s320/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- prince and princess 9 months n 31 dayz-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-3677883056066850149?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/3677883056066850149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=3677883056066850149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/3677883056066850149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/3677883056066850149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/08/project-and-test.html' title='project and test'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SKemjJKA_9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/-SLKQDjxpsQ/s72-c/DSC00230+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-9058205917521214344</id><published>2008-08-11T22:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:00:23.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted gal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today wake up early and get ready to meet my galfriends at 12.30 to do BEH project at starbucksfullerton...but before that met my prince at raffles exchange and help him for a while at his stall...then met galfriendz at 1230 sharp and we headed to starbucks. Along the way there we took some pic...chaotic seh...manage to finish the project..and had our late lunch at long john @ MS..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233267495619558546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SKBND2sAfJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/E0XOh-M9Ax4/s200/DSC00220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233267930014900002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SKBNdI77XyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/W6cbpg4U3s4/s200/DSC00222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pics grab from shol blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233269362584584674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SKBOwhrKAeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PxQf3k_Y9TY/s200/Image0692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233274136550789026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SKBTGaFZT6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/FGQv3L9N09A/s320/Pix019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233274052203710130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SKBTBf3fBrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/C-j0onsHZu0/s320/Pix0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prince n Princess 9 months n 24 days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-9058205917521214344?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/9058205917521214344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=9058205917521214344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/9058205917521214344'/><link rel='self' 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GArden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Rush myself back home from work..promise my prince to meet him at 3.30pm at city hall. the actual agenda for today is having my group project on BEH but it was cancel last nite due to some problem and postponed till tmr....anyway i dress up myself abit different..unusual than normal...i wore a long sleeve pink blous, a black pants..high heel shoe accompanied by a handbag...macam kakak2 seh...(eh tak sedar diri ke memang dah kakak2 pun)...first commented by prince..."u Look gd"haiz susah betul lah kalau bf dah comment gitu...he felt that i shd wear more that kind of clothes rather than spegetti strap, thight fitting shirt and bla...bla...bla...'Sedap mata memandang' he commented again.....then he brought me to bag shop...he wanted to buy me a bag...but none of them is my choice...so i left the shop empty handed(kesian kan...tulah cerewet sangat)We had our dinner at seoul garden...yeah2 ..his treat..had seafood...meaty...sushi...(macam nak meletup seh perut!) our next plan is to take a stroll walk to esplanade but to bad prince mum's ask for help...to help out with one of the stall at suntec....at first he refused but in the end he followed his mum order...(oh well anak emak kate kan)...i love the way he divided his time...spent time with me at the same time help out his mum to avoid any dissappointment....after dinner...i accompanied him to seuntec n went home after that..reach home at 8 sharp...had quick bath..prince give me call...he apologised that he could't spent much time with me just now....he feel bad about it...(dont worry sayang there's still another day to meet u rite?)our conversation about 15mins really had impact to me....&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;he said "ayg no matter what's ur past is...i love u not because of who u are but i love u because of who u are when i am with u...n i want to open a new chapter with u...dont forget ur prayer...n insyallah god will help us"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my heart told me that this word sincerely came from his heart...i was so touch coz this is the first time a guy said this to me...Dear dont worry...u already gain my trust abit by bit for the past 9 months being together...alhamdullilah... u have made me to become a better person..n bring me closer to god..Insya'allah if our realtionship stayz like this...i believe it will last long...ILY so much prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232910065008140706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJ8H-p5gYaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/d7dHQga1KjI/s320/DSC00219edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232910705911520322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJ8Ij9cx3EI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_bSPUW0v544/s200/DSC00217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232910937052664994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJ8IxahH1KI/AAAAAAAAAGg/G-tDneJtfj8/s200/DSC00216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232911619776693874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJ8JZJ3NxnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YBd8ddIynCw/s200/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Prince n Princess 9 months n 23 dayz-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/916326906941292040-1273265507991274765?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/1273265507991274765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=1273265507991274765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/1273265507991274765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/1273265507991274765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/08/seoul-garden.html' title='Seoul GArden'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJ8H-p5gYaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/d7dHQga1KjI/s72-c/DSC00219edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-378971888462123868</id><published>2008-08-09T05:05:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T05:58:43.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired SEh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 8 August National day celebration in Sch..yeah2! but our clas is the "Lucky" one...we were position at stadium to watch a football match (ITE college east gal versus male SW lecturer) lame seh...that day was so hot sak! But oh well our class voluntering slowly make ourselve  to the forum to watch some show...lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pics took at stadium...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232266100533840066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy-S_SjSMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSoypuO__vg/s320/Photo0341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy-NcqOj6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/kYhacwzTwEU/s1600-h/Photo0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232266005338558370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy-NcqOj6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/kYhacwzTwEU/s200/Photo0340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAi n hui jian..i noe how both of u felt..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy-I29HRyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wYTWy9dm0jY/s1600-h/Photo0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232265926497748770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy-I29HRyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wYTWy9dm0jY/s200/Photo0339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was F*** hot but they try to maintain their smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy-DcFKknI/AAAAAAAAAFo/eDn0IoOJ6Wc/s1600-h/Photo0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232265833384415858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy-DcFKknI/AAAAAAAAAFo/eDn0IoOJ6Wc/s200/Photo0338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puteri LIlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy99GjOcPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5qSheEd5lWo/s1600-h/Photo0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232265724525703410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy99GjOcPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5qSheEd5lWo/s200/Photo0335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liyanna, me, taz n shol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy92ewOoUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/E6pVcSdLa0U/s1600-h/Photo0334.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232265610763608386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy92ewOoUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/E6pVcSdLa0U/s320/Photo0334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thursday 7 August i craving for a lamB chop so decided to get one after school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Portion...But Oh Well I manage to finish it all by myself...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232264464111722114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy8zvJHXoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Wc2p_nN9gIU/s400/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Wednesdy 6 august after Sch at woodlands Civil Center Mac donald&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232261777358471074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy6XWNOP6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Dox4C6SYVk8/s320/Photo0333+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232261006470584690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy5qebOmXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/G96jJwM9MqA/s200/Photo0331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232261140086734402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy5yQLzPkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CN7tsfc6Ovo/s200/Photo0332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pics took During BEG Phase tEst On Wednesay 6 August...Smart n elegant lah seh my friendz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahmad and Fatin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232262266906092402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy6z16eI3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/qGtewEa0haM/s200/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FatIn and JannY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232258344564358034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy3PiDU-5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/j16evf4KWDg/s200/DSC00201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me n the galfriendz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232262484149826578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy7AfNadBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/x8Q22KTnyao/s200/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PriyA u Look Hot SEh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232258795065850098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy3pwTQOPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ufoL7oqzPNw/s200/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/916326906941292040-378971888462123868?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/378971888462123868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=378971888462123868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/378971888462123868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/378971888462123868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/08/tired-seh.html' title='tired SEh'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJy-S_SjSMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSoypuO__vg/s72-c/Photo0341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-1835820228472171028</id><published>2008-08-02T04:50:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T06:28:20.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POpeye FREAk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went to popeyE yEsterday With My gaLfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229657974873496162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJN6OGEfmmI/AAAAAAAAABo/oLxnNWBY_9w/s320/Pix022-2+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229661093330388306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJN9DnOjhVI/AAAAAAAAACg/eFV61dp_njM/s200/Pix004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJN4pgQ3vaI/AAAAAAAAABI/QHQPBxf_lfc/s1600-h/Pix002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229656246737943970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJN4pgQ3vaI/AAAAAAAAABI/QHQPBxf_lfc/s200/Pix002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229657148228169906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJN5d-k48LI/AAAAAAAAABY/_d8KW9C_ILk/s200/Pix008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229657750967058482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJN6BD9CgDI/AAAAAAAAABg/R5Xy-0omSsw/s320/Photo0216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Makan Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229660523846754482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJN8idvE4LI/AAAAAAAAACY/bb6Ux79L1e8/s320/Pix014-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is what happen when eating too much chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229663246293965570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJN_A7pEmwI/AAAAAAAAACw/XYlccCsMNKg/s200/DSC00193.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229663416326103490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJN_K1D5IcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1Q5VCNJqbsU/s200/Photo0238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229663526418503874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJN_RPL92MI/AAAAAAAAADA/GRJTfd0oeUU/s200/Photo0240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;more pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229664865274174882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJOAfK0CHaI/AAAAAAAAADI/-y7KjaY0C5k/s320/Pix019-3+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229665342011802098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJOA66zJAfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TmCmMy9tCU4/s200/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229666143001876322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJOBpiuDl2I/AAAAAAAAADY/EI0t4JS7fy4/s200/Photo0222.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bought Almond Butter Cake N Chocolate Danish from Starbucks just for my Prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229667094973040306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJOCg9FqxrI/AAAAAAAAADo/BJa3SWwAYb8/s320/DSC00194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After Spending Chaotic Long afternoon day with my galfriendz--Kak Dhilah Sayang Kamu Semua (haiz saddness too bad My sweetie pie Taz couldn't join us)---went back back with Fatin n Janny. Alight At Raffles to meet my Prince just too surprise him with my presence..n with the pastry that i have bought for him..as usual he was surprised that i drop by to see him althought with my tight scheduled with school, project and test..Dear spending time with you is the least thing i can do to show u how i care n concern 4 you..no matter how much time constraint i have...dont worry i always have time for you...It is sad to c my prince was a little bit down...coz dident meet his sales target for the day...dont be dissappointed my dear...coz i believe that with your determination n hard work u will achieve your goal ..it is just the matter of time only...althought i rejected his offer to accompany me back home...he still insist to do do so....(beb imagine him taking mrt from raffles to bb, back fromm bb to pasir ris... stress beb..) so sweet of him...Dear i Know i means so much to you now...but lets take it slow n easy rite..love u so much dear...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229678447451137138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SJOM1wXXZHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YtPJu0FKhoc/s200/DSC00671(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Prince n Princess 9 months and 15 days-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-1835820228472171028?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/1835820228472171028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=1835820228472171028' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-4521524813346076664</id><published>2008-05-06T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:36:35.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You really means so much To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sayang i really miss u so much today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every hrs, mins n sec of my working time, you always on my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so sweet of u calling me 'my lovely syg' on every sms that u sent me today..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont worry sayang no matter how much anger i on u...u r still the love of my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really cunt wait to meet u tmr...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love u sayang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-prince n princess 6 months and 18 days-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-4521524813346076664?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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ultraman..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alot of robotic stuff, so many actions and the sound system was really blast n good mayb thats y it is call iron man digital huh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am not sure if my date with prince went smoothly coz even in the begining i really felt the dissapointment..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after not meeting each other for 2weeks...i really looking forward for this date...missing him so much...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;firstly i got scolded by him for meeting the wrong place..he say that i am blurr and "selenge" dont noe the right place...WTF...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;come on lah douby goute mrt have alot of exit rite...i am not sure which exit he meant.... i tot a guy who is the one to fetch the gal...but ironnically in my case i was the one searching which exit he was now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when i reach the "correct" place i saw that he was happily standing and "puffing' his ciagarrette away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the weather was hot the scorching sun blazing at me and sweating like hell...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after explaining to him everything...then he started to apologise...haiz that is the only thing he gd at...apologising...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we walk to cathay n bought the ticket...in the mean time we sat at Starbuck..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i bought a tall caramel frappucinno..as usual the taste was gd..yeah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we tok and tok as we take some pictures together...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at about 1.30pm we went up to the sixth floor and he realised that i have bought the ironman digital instead of the normal show...and for the second time i got scolded by him...i just tell him just watch the show since we already bought the ticket...but he sturbbornly wanna noe whats the difference between digital ironman and ironman?...surprisingly i was the want who should ask the staff there...come on lah y must i was the one who do it?y cunt he do it himself!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the things that really upset me is the way he told me off...he already got the unfriendly looking face and when he told me off with hands action and bad body posture...i was really dissapointed coz passerby may think we quarrel over something...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after i asked the staff by MYSELF... i quickly enter the cinema without telling him and he just follow me from behind...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he noes i am really hurt and mad at him...without saying anything...he showed me his temper to me too...show me the the suck up face...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the middle of the show then i realised his hand carasing my hand and whisper to my ears that he is sorry about his temper just now..as usual...i forget about what happen easily...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after watching movie...we went to plaza singapura to take away my oreo cheese cake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then we had our dinner at beach road..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but another problem came up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when we reached there he choose a place smoking area which i dont like it coz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i make my choice...i choose a place which he say that why choose a place in front of the stall..?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to my point...it is ok...again he make the same bad body posture with his face really showing dont like it face..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this really make me piss off..i just hold back my tears...in the end we sat a place which his choice again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after oredered our food...my mood really chance...i really hold back my tears...really dissapointed with his attitude towars me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he noes that i am dissapointed with him...as usual he ask for my forgives again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;n again...n again...n again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just smile at him but in my heart only gods noe how i felt that day..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after our dinner he sent me to the mrt and i went home..i rejected his offer of sending me home...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;coz i noe it does not make any difference...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i noe i have forgiven him but my heart still hurt badly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mayb i need times to cool off....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-prince and princess 6 months and 16days-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-210851527023341870?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/210851527023341870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=210851527023341870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/210851527023341870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/210851527023341870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/05/am-i-soft-hearted-or-too-emotional.html' title='Am i soft hearted or too emotional?'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-4143940740735330474</id><published>2008-04-19T03:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T03:27:21.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you so much prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you u remember the first time we met?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you remember the first time you look into my eye?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you remember the first time we hold hands?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you remember our first kiss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My luv i do really luv you so much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only you could see how my heart overflows with love for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is no a better place in the world than being with you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only you could see how you fill my hopes and dreams. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LUV U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Prince and princess 6 month and 1 day-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-4143940740735330474?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/4143940740735330474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=4143940740735330474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/4143940740735330474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/4143940740735330474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/04/missing-you-so-much-prince.html' title='missing you so much prince'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-2123003253334181769</id><published>2008-04-07T08:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T08:56:18.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired...headache...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;my head still feel giddy..but yesterday was worsed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;can't help it..take 2 tablet of painkiller n sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;today feel much better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-prince n princess 5months and 20 days-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-2123003253334181769?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2123003253334181769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=2123003253334181769' title='0 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chicken..hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tired.. just came back from wk at 12 midnite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wanted to have an early nite...but the smell of curry chix..make my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;stomach growl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hmm...nice...me eating at the same time chatting with prince at msn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i just miz him alot...too bad he can;t fetch me home from work..if not it will b great...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ok lah...i just hope to meet him next week...love u sayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-prince n princess 5 months 1 day-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-1546992415508008029?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/1546992415508008029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=1546992415508008029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/1546992415508008029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/1546992415508008029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;y must he make my life like helll...chaotic...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;y can't he just stop hurting me...y can't he just stop bothering me...i need some peace...in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i already found some1 special in my heart now...who can really lead me to the rite way n to a better future...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this love of mine is better than urs...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i pry to god that 1 day ur heart will soften n give me chance to lead to a happy life with some1 else...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-4144637687461846653?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/4144637687461846653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=4144637687461846653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Later me celebrate my Birthday in advance with my prince...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;he decided to bring me to dine where western food is served...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it is so nice of him giving me an early gift...a hand bag...gosh me wearing a hand bag!!!gosh!!!can't believe it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thanks for every thing my prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-Prince n princess 4 months 5 days-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-3294269359289651006?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/3294269359289651006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=3294269359289651006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/3294269359289651006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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crispy n i really make me tired when chewing it...-mouth exercise-&lt;br /&gt;study bio test for tis comin thurs...&lt;br /&gt;really stress beb...stress beb...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-182349922012942818?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/182349922012942818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=182349922012942818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/182349922012942818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/182349922012942818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/02/popeye-sailor-mantoottoot.html' title='Popeye The saiLor Man...Toot...Toot..'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-3121112921939930406</id><published>2008-01-25T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:28:37.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i always b there 4 you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i Always b there 4 u.... Prince i really miz u when u r away from me......i just want u b by my side all the times.......u said u miss me so much when u r away from me...but when u by my side there's always b a little argument...but i noe that watever u said to me is for my own good...hope that our relationship will last 4 ever...i appreciate the things to hav bought 4 me...bag...watch...necklace...but the only thing i want from u is ur sincerity of ur heart........love u sayang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-prince n princess 3 months 7 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-3121112921939930406?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/3121112921939930406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=3121112921939930406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/3121112921939930406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/3121112921939930406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-always-b-there-4-you.html' title='i always b there 4 you'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916326906941292040.post-1517444311913964300</id><published>2007-12-22T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:17:55.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait To Meet Prince Later...Miz You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yes sah...I can't wait to meeet you prince...we plan to watch movie and have dinner after that...Our first date out after prince came back from KL...prince said that he bought me a bag and a watch...i wonder how his taste like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-prince n puteri 2months 4 days-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916326906941292040-1517444311913964300?l=puteriasmara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/1517444311913964300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916326906941292040&amp;postID=1517444311913964300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/1517444311913964300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916326906941292040/posts/default/1517444311913964300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puteriasmara.blogspot.com/2007/12/cant-wait-to-meet-prince-latermiz-you.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait To Meet Prince Later...Miz You...'/><author><name>dyla joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972446557779776494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn5UnWgda9E/SrHfh7Dn-rI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UShyI3pTSfI/S220/n890665474_1947.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
