<?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-7405630799940883116</id><updated>2011-09-08T16:32:55.231+08:00</updated><category term='final sem blues'/><category term='clumsy'/><category term='a little bit of thinking.'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='events. baju'/><category term='death'/><category term='ipoh mali.'/><category term='couch po-ta-to'/><category term='we all live in the yellow submarine'/><category term='events'/><category term='updates'/><category term=':)'/><category term='collage life'/><category term='growing up.'/><category term='festive'/><category term='gfs'/><category term='gumbira.'/><category term='music.'/><category term='i miss the music notes i used to play'/><category term='friends. random. gossip.'/><category term='health journal'/><category term='whatever'/><category term='shoot bang bang'/><category term='study'/><category term='rintihan hati raksaksa berlemak.'/><category term='typical malay'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='urgh'/><category term=':('/><category term='angan-angan kosong.'/><category term='tv shows'/><category term='dah rindu ika.'/><category term='rooftop.parking'/><category term='past'/><category term='music + fashion'/><category term='silly.'/><category term='friends.'/><category term='emo.'/><category term='mushy'/><category term='messed up'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='puzzled'/><category term='4 shops and a milk carton'/><category term='tag.'/><category term='ass lobang boys'/><category term='maybe'/><category term='bermain layang2 di sawah padi memakai baju kurung cotton.'/><category term='sakit.'/><category term='i wish i was a cat'/><category term='kata2'/><category term='kucing gedik bernama brownie.'/><category term='happy new year'/><category term=';('/><category term='emosi'/><category term='weddings.'/><category term='looking for the meaning of aidilfitri'/><category term='adreen in distress'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='Adreen drives lola crazy'/><category term='kereta api choo choo.'/><category term='hyperbiul'/><category term='lesson for today'/><category term='....'/><category term='aisaka chan - alif yg cakap.'/><category term='time is running out'/><category term='prezzies and upcoming birthday'/><category term='future yang macam fuck'/><category term='a new chapter'/><category term='babies'/><category term='personal.'/><category term='kisah yang buat ku tersenyum bersendirian'/><category term='loved'/><category term='aku bukan skandal'/><category term='reality in your face'/><category term='matured'/><category term='good bye intern'/><category term='car.'/><category term='pop corn and coke'/><category term='charlie and mama.'/><category term='food and fats'/><category term='this is serious business la'/><category term='bijou bazaar'/><category term='trainsion.'/><category term='si adik'/><category term='tag'/><category term='bffs'/><category term='stay with you'/><category term='ting ting ting'/><category term='demam ?'/><category term='debam'/><category term='meow'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='domestic issues'/><category term='artsy fartsy'/><category term='its not that far.'/><category term='randoim'/><category term='love.music.baby'/><category term='deep'/><category term='geeky'/><category term='the yellow submarine'/><category term='make up'/><category term='Money don&apos;t grow on trees'/><category term='super trouper'/><category term='chat'/><category term='friends.love.'/><category term='something to think of'/><category term='sigh'/><category term='the break up'/><category term='friends. adventure.'/><category term='work.'/><category term='men.relationship'/><category term='friends'/><category term='tick tick tick tick time ur taking'/><category term='routine kerja'/><category term='memory daun pisang'/><category term='calm'/><category term='down.'/><category term='cravings'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='good morning.'/><category term='2 summons'/><category term='things i love'/><category term='annoyed'/><category term='snip snip'/><category term='random'/><category term='pantai angin bayu'/><category term='bf saya dah tua.'/><category term='music'/><category term='differences. shah alam peeps. life style of the rich and spoiled.'/><category term='sexy.'/><category term='happy'/><category term='sweet stuff.'/><category term='love.'/><category term='hide and seek'/><category term='life'/><category term='...'/><category term='u r so gay'/><category term='fuck malasnye aku'/><category term='xoxo'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='plain'/><category term='curious'/><category term='grow up.'/><category term='ipod'/><category term='owh adikku.'/><category term='happy but broke?'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='weekend.'/><category term='crappy software.'/><category term='bad hair week'/><category term='career'/><category term='bored.'/><category term='angau bangau'/><category term='feelings.'/><category term='in the office.'/><category term='good old days'/><category term='the office'/><category term='visitor'/><title type='text'>aku lanun comel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-5652477549137197237</id><published>2010-12-06T23:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T00:19:39.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Hello new chapter.</title><content type='html'>Since its new year. Might as well start writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy. Really busy. And now I get a chance to date with this lappie and my broadband without anyone interfering. I'll conteng2 my blog like I conteng2 my organizer during dull meetings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't lose that much weight. I'm still trying. Must resist sugar. Target this new year to look good in a pair of jeans and flats with out looking like a teddy bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think of doing something i really like. Like buat baju and bukak kedai baju indie comel and be happy or buat hantaran, wedding stuff then there goes the imagination then fast forward I jadi wedding planner hebat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen to my job? Its still on going but I have no excitement. Or maybe there's no Ryan Reynolds in the office? Maybe. But what ever it is I can't live on LaLa land, do whatever I want like I'm some Tan Sri's daughter. So I'll keep the job and try find Ryan Reynolds. ehh tak. and try find excitement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wedding bells did ring. Congrats my darling Ned. Lovely wedding, lovely couple.And yes the video did bring tears to....the bridesmaid beside me. ehem. hahaha. So after this I'm waiting for more invites and some more bridesmaid dresses? Made a pale pink kebaya (which i can't wait for it to siap because I know its awesome!) for Kak Long's wedding in January - the theme is pink. Please don't ask when is my turn. I would love to but I don't think I'm ready yet so is the current bf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is it. See you next time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-5652477549137197237?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/5652477549137197237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=5652477549137197237&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5652477549137197237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5652477549137197237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-new-chapter.html' title='Hello new chapter.'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-7275807738866771056</id><published>2010-10-24T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T01:15:08.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap</title><content type='html'>i haven't blogged for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;so it feels weird to write here. &lt;br /&gt;i have so many things to write but couldn't inspire myself to write. &lt;br /&gt;i'm bored and talking on the phone with no respond is a one way communication.&lt;br /&gt;yea.. contoh long distance relationship yang terbaik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-7275807738866771056?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/7275807738866771056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=7275807738866771056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/7275807738866771056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/7275807738866771056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/10/crap.html' title='crap'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-6076039293694725121</id><published>2010-09-08T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:12:02.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lanun</title><content type='html'>Baju raya tak siap.&lt;br /&gt;Tak pe. Boleh beli ready made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangun pagi and mata kiri bengkak merah dan sepet 2 hari &lt;br /&gt;sebelum raya memang tak best.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously tak skodeng orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nampaknye tahun ni pakai eye patch masa raya.&lt;br /&gt;Baru lanun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat hari raya. Maaf zahir batin.&lt;br /&gt;Bagi yang drive balik kampung, &lt;br /&gt;Awas! Malaikat maut di hadapan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-6076039293694725121?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/6076039293694725121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=6076039293694725121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/6076039293694725121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/6076039293694725121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/09/lanun.html' title='lanun'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-8408154454102540422</id><published>2010-08-16T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:19:08.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/TGgSs19iOvI/AAAAAAAAATo/T5Xq9zmvfgI/s1600/exclamation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/TGgSs19iOvI/AAAAAAAAATo/T5Xq9zmvfgI/s400/exclamation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505671106069150450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on post secret. Weddings are nice and really lovely to plan but the idea of getting married is probably a nightmare to me. I'm scared. Enuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-8408154454102540422?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/8408154454102540422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=8408154454102540422&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8408154454102540422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8408154454102540422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/08/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/TGgSs19iOvI/AAAAAAAAATo/T5Xq9zmvfgI/s72-c/exclamation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-4794991416163529524</id><published>2010-08-14T12:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:07:39.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh'/><title type='text'>Kicking Squealing Gucci Little Piggy</title><content type='html'>I randomly browse a shoe rack at Mango.&lt;br /&gt;It had no signs of the babi bulat. &lt;br /&gt;So I picked up a pair of pretty heels among all those dull sandals. &lt;br /&gt;Checked around but there were no spots. &lt;br /&gt;Asked Maria to checked it again. No spots.&lt;br /&gt;Tried it and it was my size. &lt;br /&gt;Still in doubt, I asked the cashier. &lt;br /&gt;She confirmed it wasn't what I wish it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Joy! New heels! &lt;br /&gt;Went back home to try it on again.&lt;br /&gt;But this time I took the time to read the label which is in spanish.&lt;br /&gt;It says there...&lt;br /&gt;Sole 100% pork skin&lt;br /&gt;Lining 80% cow skin, 20% pork skin. &lt;br /&gt;WTH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Angry as I was I asked for a refund. I don't want to exchange with something else.&lt;br /&gt;And the cashier told me she KNEW it was pig skin. She sold it to me because she did sell a pig skin shoe to a malay girl. Plus she refuse to refund me.&lt;br /&gt;Called the shop manager and explained the situation. She refuse to refund at first. &lt;br /&gt;Then I told her in a very angry tone. The shoe is not even broken and I can't even touch it why should I exchange? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last.. I got my refund! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: why are all the pretty shoes contains pig skin lining? why can't they change the lining for muslim market? That would be awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-4794991416163529524?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/4794991416163529524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=4794991416163529524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4794991416163529524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4794991416163529524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/08/gucci-squealing-little-piggy.html' title='Kicking Squealing Gucci Little Piggy'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-1135414610448575153</id><published>2010-08-08T19:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T21:55:57.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>adreen torres</title><content type='html'>It was hectic. Busy non stop. tak cukup tido and tak dapat gayut with Jude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It was a working day and went to a graduation party as if it was weekend the next day. Ended up an hour of sleep and I'm like a zombie at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to watch kanak2 Virtuso perform with Mars after work. Bumped into Tasha, Noin, Pes, etc etc.. Gila reunion. By the way, you guys made history to perform there. And suara Ern sangat best :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Woke up really 'early' for Firah's convocation. I jadi tukang angkat bunga. Its ok. Mine is next. Its weird, I already graduated almost a year by the time i have my convocation. And next straight to my Tok Teh's kenduri doa selamat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Today I played futsal with the girls. Special appearance by Maria Elena. She did scored a goal. It was fun and I never knew I had that much stamina to play for an hour. Usually pancit je after 20 mins :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/TF6rXFMZV2I/AAAAAAAAATg/i1wzM1nGP2A/s1600/me+n+imran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/TF6rXFMZV2I/AAAAAAAAATg/i1wzM1nGP2A/s320/me+n+imran.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503024207712835426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Duduk diam2 ye adik. nak tangkap gamba ni" this is firah's bf and me.credits to Afiq&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/TF6rWhtKn5I/AAAAAAAAATY/Y63HQuwSu5g/s1600/firah+n+me.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/_NCxrkDWAIvs/TF6rWhtKn5I/AAAAAAAAATY/Y63HQuwSu5g/s320/firah+n+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503024198186606482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andd.... this is me n bff!!! Congratulations darling! I still owe you a graduation dinner or lunch which ever you nak. omg terharu coz its like yesterday je we're both 13. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important, I had fun with my close ones. Love you people to bits!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: today I am Adreen Torres, I play for spain. (that's why stamina kuat ;) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-1135414610448575153?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/1135414610448575153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=1135414610448575153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1135414610448575153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1135414610448575153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/08/crazy-week.html' title='adreen torres'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/TF6rXFMZV2I/AAAAAAAAATg/i1wzM1nGP2A/s72-c/me+n+imran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-473482428736336550</id><published>2010-08-01T08:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T08:25:09.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><title type='text'>Never Hide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/TFS-SPUKfbI/AAAAAAAAATQ/JxBMn9F5jdI/s1600/tumblr_l0lbpsv8eX1qzln13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/TFS-SPUKfbI/AAAAAAAAATQ/JxBMn9F5jdI/s400/tumblr_l0lbpsv8eX1qzln13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500230265484246450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks papa &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: Mari rakan2. road trip! &lt;/span&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/7405630799940883116-473482428736336550?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/473482428736336550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=473482428736336550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/473482428736336550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/473482428736336550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/08/never-hide.html' title='Never Hide'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/TFS-SPUKfbI/AAAAAAAAATQ/JxBMn9F5jdI/s72-c/tumblr_l0lbpsv8eX1qzln13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-8732772910813926136</id><published>2010-07-30T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T23:46:43.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>OMG do you know what? !</title><content type='html'>ok that's how I start a story of an event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was in the train snoozing my way to work. Yes people, I was sitting at the end seat of a three seater (it was freggin 7.00 a.m) and at the other end there was a bloke. Then the train stops at Taman Paramount. I guess any of you ride the train from KJ to KLCC  daily would have known. I was still snoozing then came a fat bloke squeezed himself in between me and the other bloke. I was in the middle of a dream and all the sudden it felt like an earth quake. I almost stood up from my seat but I didn't when realized it was that fat bloke who sneezed and coughed loudly 3 times in a row that have awaken me and left my heart beating fast as if I was falling. Annoyed and wishing his stop was somewhere before KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After lunch time I went to the ATM. I was queing up and there was this old man queing beside me. He smiled at me and being polite, I smiled back and continue to look else where. Then that old man said to me "you are beautiful". Flattered, I said thank you. After the transaction I hurried my way through the crowd back to my office. As I was fast walking, that old man appeared out of no where walking beside me. He asked me where I worked (which I only said tower 2) and he gave me his NUMBER!!! which was written on an ATM receipt. I could pass as his granddaughter ok. No kidding. From his staff tag, I know he's from the company P.  Freakky!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I got my new car few hours ago. Yeay! and I couldn't find the petrol tank when i need to fill in petrol just now. Noob. haha. Ended up two gentlemen  asking if I needed assistant as if I was a damsel in distress and ada hati nak mintak my business card. I feel like a bimbo. Sumpah malu gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Torres is sexy. hee hee. dah, dah pi tido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-8732772910813926136?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/8732772910813926136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=8732772910813926136&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8732772910813926136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8732772910813926136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/07/omg-do-you-know-what.html' title='OMG do you know what? !'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-2899629174839218830</id><published>2010-06-17T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:24:00.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Baby Blue and White Stripes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Arg 3 Korea1?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; "Arg 4 Kor1. U missed a beautiful game."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"...my girl knows football :') "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some interest of mine are best kept quiet. Indeed it was a beautiful game (They played smartly and both teams are amazing don't you think so?).&lt;br /&gt;Nice one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-2899629174839218830?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/2899629174839218830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=2899629174839218830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2899629174839218830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2899629174839218830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/06/baby-blue-and-white-stripes.html' title='Baby Blue and White Stripes'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-7871119885097704633</id><published>2010-06-09T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T22:37:45.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>Baby, baby, baby, ooohhhhh</title><content type='html'>I remembered when we went to Bora Asmara  and there's this live band came to our table and sang 'Can't help falling in love' by Elvis Presley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dedicated to us. I guess they seen sparks between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided it should be our song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Jude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to discover you more. It never ends doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-7871119885097704633?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/7871119885097704633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=7871119885097704633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/7871119885097704633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/7871119885097704633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/06/baby-baby-baby-ooohhhhh.html' title='Baby, baby, baby, ooohhhhh'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-4849890391985990683</id><published>2010-06-07T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T01:51:58.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Goodbye</title><content type='html'>1. I can't sleep thanks to dozing off from 3 pm till 530 pm. Weird dream was I owned a pair of armadillo heels (go google if you are curious) and wore them to work along with a sky high shoulder pad blazer. po-po-po-poker face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The world cup fever is on. I got my argentina jersey. wear it out with my mum tho she thinks i look a bit boyish. heyyy mana ada... reen pakai head band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The other week i strained my ankle and unable to wear heels for almost a week. boo! My mum told my opah that i strained my ankle because i played futsal. Then my opah said "laaa... awat main bola.. budak perempuan mana boleh main bola" hahah comel la opah ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I love the fact I ironed my working clothes over the weekend and I'm gonna annoy my family with this statement " best nyeee tak yah iron baju malam ni"  5 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Why sex and the city 2 is not in Malaysia's cinemas? sigh. I want another girls night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Encik Jude was home. for a while. cheers to long distance and be merry.  At least I have someone to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Can I not think about the stupid policy and not think about the consequnces in the future. I' m just too scared to think about it. Why do they need to make me choose between love or career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. In this order : wayfarer- blackberry-car-designer handbag-whatever comes next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I still drag to go to work because of the kiasu people cari parking at lrt station and the fact I have to wake up 520 every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I still have 3 hours 20 mins to sleep.Still fresh awake. Goodluck with that. Goodnight people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-4849890391985990683?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/4849890391985990683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=4849890391985990683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4849890391985990683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4849890391985990683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello Goodbye'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-5994960770708102833</id><published>2010-05-30T02:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T03:04:12.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoim'/><title type='text'>Say No.</title><content type='html'>How many times have you've encountered when you say 'no' people just think its a yes maybe?&lt;br /&gt;example situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Do you want an ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: I know you want one.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Seriously. No.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Come on,  I know you very well. You want one.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Ok you are freaking me out. I seriously don't want an ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: You're  lying.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: .... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See annoying kan if it keeps on arguing sampai esok pagi.  Since when a 'no' is a malu-malu answer for 'yes'? Malu tapi mahu is bullshit. No means NO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-5994960770708102833?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/5994960770708102833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=5994960770708102833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5994960770708102833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5994960770708102833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/05/say-no.html' title='Say No.'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-8230690139394961788</id><published>2010-05-26T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T21:38:52.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t8BfH1Xgbgk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t8BfH1Xgbgk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all the breaking hearts&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-8230690139394961788?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/8230690139394961788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=8230690139394961788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8230690139394961788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8230690139394961788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/05/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-3557322376539864937</id><published>2010-05-24T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T01:32:20.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Lahai cik Vivienne.</title><content type='html'>Sepetang itu saya lepak2 dengan family saya di wondermilk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedang belek2 sebuah majalah sambil hirup teh panas, saya terpandang satu iklan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivienne Westwood!! Lalu menjadi excited.. So here the conversation goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OMG! its Vivienne Westwood. Lama gila tak dengar nama designer ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Westwood? cam familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mama tahu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: Ye la. Masa kat UK dulu mama beli baju kat kedai die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Haah.. dress vintage color black with green small flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *gasp!* Mama tahu tak tu baju designer???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama: tak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mana mama simpan baju tu?? naaaaakkkkkkk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Mama dah donate kat orang masa before kita balik Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sigh..... (T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama:Lahai. Sorry la Reen.. mana mama tahu dia designer popular masa tu. Kalau mama tahu memang mama simpan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S_ll6B1on-I/AAAAAAAAATI/nkyPwsDHouE/s1600/Vivienne-Westwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S_ll6B1on-I/AAAAAAAAATI/nkyPwsDHouE/s320/Vivienne-Westwood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474518869645762530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of Westwood's design I found in the net. Pretty vintage thing. sedih dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-3557322376539864937?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/3557322376539864937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=3557322376539864937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3557322376539864937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3557322376539864937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/05/lahai-cik-vivienne.html' title='Lahai cik Vivienne.'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S_ll6B1on-I/AAAAAAAAATI/nkyPwsDHouE/s72-c/Vivienne-Westwood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-2123641897611615469</id><published>2010-05-24T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T01:09:33.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tete-te telephone</title><content type='html'>cannot sleep...... voice mail je dari tadi.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good ____ (fill in the blanks) world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-2123641897611615469?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/2123641897611615469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=2123641897611615469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2123641897611615469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2123641897611615469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/05/tete-te-telephone.html' title='tete-te telephone'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-3679391979493908551</id><published>2010-05-19T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:19:50.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine kerja'/><title type='text'>Caca Marba</title><content type='html'>LRT broke down tayar pancit again. Was stuck for an hour plus. Reached work at 7 .50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the office and the secretary told me I have an event at Renaissance Hotel at 8.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the taxi in a rush. Rasa cam Anne Hathaway in Devil wear's Prada.  And reached late. Jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was kinda for managers but I was there for the sake of visibility. Tak paham joke orang tua and gelak ketawa mereka macam orang kaya at a very sophisicated event  (AHAH HAH HAH - korang imagine sendiri la bunyi die)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up pening because confused and lost and thinking bout my tonns of work at the office. Dah la event habis lambat. Its a one day event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back to office to copy my work. Went home and stuck in lrt, traffic. gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished work. Esok got presentation. Belum iron baju (the most hated part in my whole day routine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah lama tak cakap with Jude lama2. rindu. its ok we're both busy tak ingat dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, be happy. du du dudu du dudu du duuuu.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-3679391979493908551?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/3679391979493908551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=3679391979493908551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3679391979493908551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3679391979493908551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/05/caca-marba.html' title='Caca Marba'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-7243862145685694987</id><published>2010-05-16T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T01:42:52.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Confession of a friend</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make. I haven't been such a good friend. This post will be long. I think. But if it doesn't apply to you please hop to another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been distance with two of my close friends and I've been feeling like there's something missing or just plain guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are different girls I met different places and time and somehow we became close. And same situation. Both are dating my exes. Which at first I was confuse to mind or not to mind about it but in the end I acted ok with the complicated situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not aware that deep inside I really hate the situation. Its like why my ex? Isn't there anyone else out there? So with this hate, I started acting weird. First time a close friend ended up with an ex I was very mean to her. I posted something so bitchy here (but I swear I did apologize). So we're distant because of that and she won't accept my apology till today I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn my mistake. So for the second time it happen again and that time was my college close friend was dating my recent ex. It used to be hard for me to be ok till this one phase I totally couldn't bring myself to talk to her or my ex.  But I tried my best to make it normal and things aren't like it used to be. We're kinda distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.... I tak bitchy pon still distance. whyyyyyy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel menyampah? yes I used to. Its like breaking the sis code because you know when things like this happen we're not  gonna be close and that's for sure. The truth is I do very much miss these two people. They are really great gfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone in this reality world makes me think why there is so much hate till I lose a great gf. There's no point feeling that way. Its beyond my control to stop people from loving each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish things will be normal. Tho its kinda impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan senang if I can talk to both of you girls like this and we'll be totally clear bout this and no pendam2 feelings.  I hate feeling like there's something missing. Its normal. Not everything my friends do I like and not everything I do my friends like too. I'd  say... be frank with each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-7243862145685694987?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/7243862145685694987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=7243862145685694987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/7243862145685694987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/7243862145685694987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/05/confession-of-friend.html' title='Confession of a friend'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-8859448476964467808</id><published>2010-05-08T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T00:58:54.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today I saw a kancil's sport rim rolling down the road as I drove to work. Curious, curious.&lt;br /&gt;And I swore that I wasn't dreaming. Tho it was 6.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I bought mum's mother's day present. shhhsss.. its a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today its been a productive day. *clap! clap!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a battle with Brownie just because she won't take her medicine. Dah la sakit then tak nak makan ubat. Ape punya kucing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I discover how to use bit torrent. So my excessive downloading habit may continue now. ngiahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must sleep because I have a futsal tournament tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight lovely people :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-8859448476964467808?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/8859448476964467808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=8859448476964467808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8859448476964467808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8859448476964467808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/05/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-4563334823914423085</id><published>2010-05-03T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:42:54.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makan. Gelak. Makan</title><content type='html'>Kenduri doa selamat yang serupa majlis pertunangan minus the fancy smancy decor last weekend was tiring but worth seeing two strong women in my life smile. Oh plus my Tok Wan yang sangat terharu because everyone balik kampung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The penats is not gone yet. Seriously rasa macam nak pergi spa ala bali tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went for busines orientation programme. Its kinda like my company's induction 2 weeks 5 days programme but its only a day and half. One comment for it : redundancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kerja kami kat meja belakang tu gelak, tersengguk2, percakapan kosong dan roti jala, sandwich, donut, karipap, teh tarik...memang kalau duduk dengan Nyqa, Ayie, Azreen and Pek, keje nak gelak and makan je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly my roomate is participating too. We had sushi for dinner with illy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok banyak makan. Patut la orang kerja kat company P fluffy2. Free food kot. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-4563334823914423085?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/4563334823914423085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=4563334823914423085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4563334823914423085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4563334823914423085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/05/makan-gelak-makan.html' title='Makan. Gelak. Makan'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-8942076103285229746</id><published>2010-04-30T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:41:53.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>10 perkara</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Saya lebih suka naik LRT dari drive ke kerja semata-mata nak usha handbag akak2 yang dah bertahun-tahun kerja and meneka adakah handbag itu ori atau P.S(Petaling Street la sayangku) boutique.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Sekarang genre lagu saya dah mellow down. Mungkin dah malas nak dengar bising dan mahu mencari ketenangan jiwa. Tetapi bukan lagu yang tangkap lentok. Kalau anda tahu lagu2 jazz, swing, bossa atau acoustic yang best nak layan sila suggest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;First time balik UTP for the weekend saya rasa excited and bole pulak rasa cam short get away. Thanks Sha for the suggestion. Thanks Mars, Ern, Pes for the makan2 and jalan2 best kat Ipoh and accomodation. Serious tak tipu. First time rasa Ipoh tu menarik. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Cubaan untuk mengurus masih belum berjaya. Tak apa. Cuba lagi. Mau jog lepas kerja. Sape nak ikut angkat tangan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Salmah and the swingers berjaya menambat hati majority rakyat UTP. Sila perform di majlis perkahwinan saya (eceh.. bila masa la tu).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Saya dah qualified untuk pergi offshore. Bila nak hantar saya pergi offshore? Bila?? Bilaaaa????&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Antara soalan yang typical saya dapat : Reen kerja mana? Kerja Reen tu cam mana? Gaji Reen berapa? (ehem. p&amp;amp;c la mak cik/pak cik), Reen kerja tingkat mana? and soalan bonus - bila Reen nak&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kawin? (gasp. baru kerja 2 bulan. tak nak jawab bole tak?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Surprisingly, I do wake up early on weekends. Really early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Communication itu amat penting untuk saya dan Jude beraman damai. Ok la Jude, lepas ni saya nyanyi lagu Hey Jude yang off key untuk menceriakan hidup awak di seberang laut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Saya mahu mencari sesuatu yang menarik untuk tidak membosankan hidup saya yang routine ini. Suggestions please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-8942076103285229746?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/8942076103285229746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=8942076103285229746&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8942076103285229746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8942076103285229746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-perkara.html' title='10 perkara'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-5763639267233854814</id><published>2010-04-28T22:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:26:55.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Dear Jude,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we'll be ok someday :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T5W1sctPVdE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T5W1sctPVdE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-5763639267233854814?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/5763639267233854814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=5763639267233854814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5763639267233854814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5763639267233854814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-jude.html' title='Dear Jude,'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-4064534193618413150</id><published>2010-04-18T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T01:08:35.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calm'/><title type='text'>breathe</title><content type='html'>It took time for me to write here.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I'm too busy. Masa final year yang 100% lagi busy from now pon sempat blogging.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I blog when I can't get my point out or when I'm angry, stressed out maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am learning to breathe in a new atmosphere. Which we all know its not as simple as ABC but will have to do it step by step.  What I feel is neutral. And its pretty much normal to go back at 6 or 6.30. I just keep reminding myself that I'm not an intern. This is the real world. God knows whats gonna happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this past few months its been very challenging mentally, financially and emotionally. I just hope it gets better and better. Who says working life is easy. Lagi banyak nak pikir ada lah. More responsibility and more 'things I want but I don't need so lets forget' syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough babbling. I shall sleep because apparently I appreciate the weekends more these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;ps: I hear wedding bells. But not too soon ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-4064534193618413150?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/4064534193618413150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=4064534193618413150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4064534193618413150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4064534193618413150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/04/breathe.html' title='breathe'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-7487413812052622761</id><published>2010-04-04T00:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T01:41:20.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>23.</title><content type='html'>Today (3rd April) I turned 20. Eh silap.. 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a bit different this year because I'm not celebrating in UTP.&lt;br /&gt;But my bf and best friend managed to surprise me. With the help of Maria, As and Noin too. hehe.. Thanks guys..&lt;br /&gt;I'm touched because he can't be here to celebrate it but he surprised me with something unexpected. Of my 22 years of living I never got a bouquet of flowers until yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S7d7Ya65d5I/AAAAAAAAASw/2G-Is36s38I/s1600/DSC00709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S7d7Ya65d5I/AAAAAAAAASw/2G-Is36s38I/s400/DSC00709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455965133056079762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S7d8La_taXI/AAAAAAAAATA/Wc41xfxR0xU/s1600/DSC00710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S7d8La_taXI/AAAAAAAAATA/Wc41xfxR0xU/s400/DSC00710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455966009249589618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a box of cupcakes with my wish list and fave things in fondant. Super cute okay encik bf ni. Firah is right.. I'll cinta you lebih2 after this. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Thank you Firah ku for belanja dinner.  Thanks also to Illy, Don, and Shira. I had a wonderful birthday lunch and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh.. so comel. I woke up and my parents made lempeng pisang for my breakfast. Especially for birthday girl ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoveLoveLove you guys alot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-7487413812052622761?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/7487413812052622761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=7487413812052622761&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/7487413812052622761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/7487413812052622761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/04/23.html' title='23.'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S7d7Ya65d5I/AAAAAAAAASw/2G-Is36s38I/s72-c/DSC00709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-1317295202932726155</id><published>2010-03-22T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:23:03.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a new chapter'/><title type='text'>Awan Adreen</title><content type='html'>I work among the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not a stewardess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go offshore once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;But I was never an engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of heights.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm working in the tallest building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has not much to do with my degree.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel totally belonged here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how tall my office is&lt;br /&gt;or I'm doing something I never learn to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for this adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-1317295202932726155?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/1317295202932726155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=1317295202932726155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1317295202932726155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1317295202932726155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/03/awan-adreen.html' title='Awan Adreen'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-1823814633555740993</id><published>2010-02-25T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:41:42.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Whistle along</title><content type='html'>I'll be gone for 2 weeks plus. Induction thingy. Pretty long huh. Maybe so that I won't pump petrol from other petrol stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thrilled! (not in a sarcastic way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am determine to be more organized. This includes not to be late and plan ahead. Wondering how can I do that because I'm reckless spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I'm craving something chocolatey gooey. Firah, lets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-1823814633555740993?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/1823814633555740993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=1823814633555740993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1823814633555740993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1823814633555740993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/02/whistle-along.html' title='Whistle along'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-8179137719623991412</id><published>2010-02-20T01:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T02:13:50.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Busy rupanya.</title><content type='html'>Hari ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pegi buat medical check up. Terbump into classmate and got excited.&lt;br /&gt;2. Takut dengan jarum so darah tak keluar which leads to kena cucuk for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Malaysia ni panas, jangan nak berangan jalan from Prince Court to KLCC tengah hari buta.&lt;br /&gt;4. Rasa macam nak pitam sebab tak makan since yesterday malam.&lt;br /&gt;5. Semua orang kerja kat KLCC dress up cam stylo je. Demm.. habis gaji to bajus je.&lt;br /&gt;6. Decided maybe I would sell Charlie. No hard feelings Charlie. You're too expensive for me.&lt;br /&gt;7. Had french toast at old town with the girls but french toast didn't agree much with my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;8. Said goodbye to Nina (she's flying to aussie tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;9. Buat skype just because I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;10. Rasanya macam kembali addicted to fb,blog,chatting and blog hopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this explains why I'm not asleep yet now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-8179137719623991412?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/8179137719623991412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=8179137719623991412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8179137719623991412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8179137719623991412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/02/busy-rupanya.html' title='Busy rupanya.'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-5418943908993840777</id><published>2010-02-17T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:54:03.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality in your face'/><title type='text'>New Chapter</title><content type='html'>I haven't been updating much.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect that I would be busier at home compared to UTP.&lt;br /&gt;But I did experienced things that opened a new chapter to my life.&lt;br /&gt;I am finally employed, my office is in KL but my bf moved to Bintulu. Work purposes.&lt;br /&gt;So.. Its a new chapter and a big challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Lucky, excited, scared and indescribable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-5418943908993840777?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/5418943908993840777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=5418943908993840777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5418943908993840777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5418943908993840777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-chapter.html' title='New Chapter'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-8000006142588212220</id><published>2010-01-29T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:58:13.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bf saya dah tua.'/><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S2KUGI0xYMI/AAAAAAAAASg/I3tG1oPrs0U/s1600-h/19459_317033069828_793864828_4945687_5113666_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S2KUGI0xYMI/AAAAAAAAASg/I3tG1oPrs0U/s400/19459_317033069828_793864828_4945687_5113666_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432066933731188930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S2KUGjEbNfI/AAAAAAAAASo/Y_hesDHrGTI/s1600-h/19459_317033449828_793864828_4945688_4920722_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S2KUGjEbNfI/AAAAAAAAASo/Y_hesDHrGTI/s400/19459_317033449828_793864828_4945688_4920722_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432066940776166898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S2KUFwmoiMI/AAAAAAAAASY/e7eb4T02BOE/s1600-h/19459_317032669828_793864828_4945684_148327_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S2KUFwmoiMI/AAAAAAAAASY/e7eb4T02BOE/s400/19459_317032669828_793864828_4945684_148327_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432066927229438146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you posted these pics on fb lambat. So lambat la birthday blog post. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo, you're old. Sila kurang bimbo and tersesat jalan please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-8000006142588212220?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/8000006142588212220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=8000006142588212220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8000006142588212220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8000006142588212220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-belated-birthday.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S2KUGI0xYMI/AAAAAAAAASg/I3tG1oPrs0U/s72-c/19459_317033069828_793864828_4945687_5113666_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-2201889323042335245</id><published>2010-01-24T23:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:50:21.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends. adventure.'/><title type='text'>Adventure with nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, we decided to go cycling in the jungle :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1xniFKQXZI/AAAAAAAAASI/obSzs37YEBI/s1600-h/21850_1086713464762_1734202019_157912_1646719_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1xniFKQXZI/AAAAAAAAASI/obSzs37YEBI/s400/21850_1086713464762_1734202019_157912_1646719_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430329085900381586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We girls are not good at reading maps. *sigh* In the end we didn't follow the map&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1xnh1e4iFI/AAAAAAAAASA/xwvHvTxXJlk/s1600-h/21850_1086713504763_1734202019_157913_3338508_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1xnh1e4iFI/AAAAAAAAASA/xwvHvTxXJlk/s400/21850_1086713504763_1734202019_157913_3338508_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430329081691932754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Test... test... test...&lt;br /&gt;Lets rule the jungle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1xnhrGFZaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/A68pdSk-deg/s1600-h/21850_1086711624716_1734202019_157866_322707_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1xnhrGFZaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/A68pdSk-deg/s400/21850_1086711624716_1734202019_157866_322707_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430329078903563682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. ini muka kena gigit nyamuk yg cannot go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1xl7u0bYXI/AAAAAAAAARw/maRo-Y2-s6c/s1600-h/21850_1086713184755_1734202019_157905_7323524_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1xl7u0bYXI/AAAAAAAAARw/maRo-Y2-s6c/s400/21850_1086713184755_1734202019_157905_7323524_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430327327556591986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia memang ada snow dalam jungle die. Sejuk. Cakap pon berasap2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1xrhK8IlJI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fxRMeaShfeM/s1600-h/21850_1086712024726_1734202019_157876_3921614_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1xrhK8IlJI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fxRMeaShfeM/s400/21850_1086712024726_1734202019_157876_3921614_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430333468318405778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini sambungan cerita Sembilu. Nina, Ika.. action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1xl7KlalvI/AAAAAAAAARg/ivS70jJTyPs/s1600-h/21850_1086711704718_1734202019_157868_5818991_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1xl7KlalvI/AAAAAAAAARg/ivS70jJTyPs/s400/21850_1086711704718_1734202019_157868_5818991_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430327317829949170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh I can relate to this. Bummer days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1xl69X8eoI/AAAAAAAAARY/NpYmAH0507o/s1600-h/21850_1086714424786_1734202019_157936_7127765_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1xl69X8eoI/AAAAAAAAARY/NpYmAH0507o/s400/21850_1086714424786_1734202019_157936_7127765_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430327314283788930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rojak and cendol  because its panas and penat cycle naik turun bukit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1xl6v3Yp3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/72vLoE73dLE/s1600-h/21850_1086714104778_1734202019_157928_3191922_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1xl6v3Yp3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/72vLoE73dLE/s400/21850_1086714104778_1734202019_157928_3191922_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430327310657562482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for another adventur. Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-2201889323042335245?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/2201889323042335245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=2201889323042335245&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2201889323042335245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2201889323042335245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/01/adventure-with-nature.html' title='Adventure with nature'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1xniFKQXZI/AAAAAAAAASI/obSzs37YEBI/s72-c/21850_1086713464762_1734202019_157912_1646719_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-202511222504945633</id><published>2010-01-22T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:39:16.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't it be Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1iA6Wq5oRI/AAAAAAAAARA/dDKVVLG39kE/s1600-h/P1010163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1iA6Wq5oRI/AAAAAAAAARA/dDKVVLG39kE/s400/P1010163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429231090801418514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I can turn back time and freeze it or press the rewind and play button over and over again. Its been a rough patch lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe its because you're leaving and I'm being selfish. &lt;/span&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/7405630799940883116-202511222504945633?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/202511222504945633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=202511222504945633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/202511222504945633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/202511222504945633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/01/wouldnt-it-be-nice.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t it be Nice'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/S1iA6Wq5oRI/AAAAAAAAARA/dDKVVLG39kE/s72-c/P1010163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-1576253295800537330</id><published>2010-01-21T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:14:41.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something to think of'/><title type='text'>The Barbie Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When every girl I know owns a Barbie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I want one too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I want one so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I didn't take the time to think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Do I really need a Barbie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Its just because every girl has one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I have to own one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Is it just  following the trend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Maybe I think it wouldn't be cool if I don't have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I can't join the other girls playing Barbie beach party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I f I don't have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But it comes back to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Do I need one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And my answer would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It does not matter. When the time comes and I really need one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll get one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-1576253295800537330?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/1576253295800537330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=1576253295800537330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1576253295800537330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1576253295800537330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/01/barbie-effect.html' title='The Barbie Effect'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-1056587794167059907</id><published>2010-01-20T11:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:19:57.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diet Diaries of abandon jeans</title><content type='html'>My 'diet program' so far has been a little bit out of control. I had ribs over the weekend and fish and chips yesterday. Oily, fatty, not healthy. But on the good side of it, I consistently jog.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had the discipline on my food intake. This second week is not doing any good for me. I don't feel progression but more like guilt for binging over nyummy food and I jog just to feel less guilty. So tell me how am I gonna lose weight? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons I want to lose weight so badly its because I'm tired of looking fat and feeling less confident. Since I got back from college, I have gained alot of weight untill the only jeans that fit me was my skinny jeans and I do look like a 'sarung nangka'. I'm not proud flaunting my chunky thighs. And I'm sick of wearing clothes that are lose around the tummy area. Its been ages since I last wore a simple t-shirt and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I did show some progress. So I decided to try those jeans that I have abandon. I did fit into it but I still have muffin tops. Actually that jeans had a small hole somewhere below the back pockets. So, when I sat down I accidentally tore that hole into a bigger hole. I never felt more upset with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It not like I'm not trying. Maybe it needs more efford. I've been wanting to fit in a cute piece of jeans but never got the chance to. Thanks to my yo-yo weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run fat girl run&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-1056587794167059907?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/1056587794167059907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=1056587794167059907&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1056587794167059907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1056587794167059907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/01/diet-diaries-of-abandon-jeans.html' title='The Diet Diaries of abandon jeans'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-3602219180078936847</id><published>2010-01-13T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:11:00.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health journal'/><title type='text'>The Diet Diaries of mac and cheese</title><content type='html'>I was craving for mac and cheese since last week so my bestie n me decided to dine at TGIF.  Seriously superb and kenyang gila and murah compared to others in the menu.&lt;br /&gt;Before she came, my mum said 'Eat salad. You're on a diet'. But I couldn't care less. I was craving like a sick kid craving for ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me, they did not serve mac and cheese anymore. In the end, I ate salad instead. Cakap mak selalu betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to lose weight. I have 10 kilos to shed. Anak gajah. Anak badak also can. Usually my morning is 9-10 am. But now my morning is 6.30 am. Since I can't afford gym and probably can't afford the public swimming pool in a week so jogging will do tho I'm not too keen about it.&lt;br /&gt;It requires pure evil dicipline to wake up really early in the morning to jog and to avoid desserts and cheese. Its my weakest point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record I used to jog at least 3 rounds but due to the lazyness and gemukness I've been gaining, its 2 rounds of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; brisk walking and half jogging. &lt;/span&gt;WTF. Total humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;But today I sucessfully avoided cheese and dessert. Clap! Clap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for improvements of jogging rounds and eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run! Fat Girl Run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-3602219180078936847?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/3602219180078936847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=3602219180078936847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3602219180078936847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3602219180078936847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2010/01/diet-diaries-of-mac-and-cheese.html' title='The Diet Diaries of mac and cheese'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-8203824821763162385</id><published>2009-12-31T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T02:28:32.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><title type='text'>9 things (fill in the blank) in 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went through final year without a scratch. Ok I'm lying. Probably just a minor brain damage and my biology clock went cookoo!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Found the meaning of true friends. And friends who do change drastically.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got close with people who I have no idea I would get close with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Found love at last. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose weight early this year, gained more towards the end and trying to lose more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dad got me a car and his name is Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I was hit by a curse 'my close friends end up with my ex-s'. If its the third time this thing happen to me, I'm gonna mandi bunga bawah jambatan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting use to save more and thinking lots of time before I buy something but it always ends up with the statement, I fell in love with it, I must have it, Its mine!! There goes my money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally I do 'appreciate' the word jobless. Thank you mr CEO for not wanting to hire me. I'll show you what's not qualified enough. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that ends the 2009 list of good things and misfortunes. May me and you and everyone in this dying place have a very happy new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-8203824821763162385?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/8203824821763162385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=8203824821763162385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8203824821763162385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8203824821763162385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/12/9-things-fill-in-blank-in-2009.html' title='9 things (fill in the blank) in 2009'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-2515764617645873522</id><published>2009-12-20T02:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T03:04:03.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>Rumahku Syurgaku</title><content type='html'>I paint my nails bloody red but someone thinks its messy.&lt;br /&gt;Well haniiii, pay for my manicure please. You can join also and I'll berlakon as if you're my gay friend :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go looking for a job and you know those online job application where you have to fill in your details and it gets boring just when you fill in the section about your working experience. I always do it half way and got distracted by youtube or cafe world thanks to Firah and ended up leaving it abandon and forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;But ironically today I search for an apartment. Yes.. where the hell am I gonna get 250K?  Nak shopping at Mng preview sale pon fikir satu juta kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I was inspired by a friend's condo in Sentul . Very cozy place. Love, love, love it! Seriously cam resort and the view was whoaaa boleh nampak klcc!  But the thing is I want an apartment in Damansara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I just can't be away from Selangor. Its too awesome. I just realize that I love it here.&lt;br /&gt;So there goes my search for an apartment in Damansara. I found one and it was lovely plus sangat dekat with Curve. Double love it. I love it! &lt;br /&gt;But 250k won't fall out from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cari kerja tamau, cari apartment nak. chiipodah!&lt;br /&gt;Slap! Slap! wake up and smell Brownie..&lt;br /&gt;She needs a bath tomorrow morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-2515764617645873522?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/2515764617645873522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=2515764617645873522&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2515764617645873522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2515764617645873522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/12/rumahku-syurgaku.html' title='Rumahku Syurgaku'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-546125642172189155</id><published>2009-12-12T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:54:10.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emosi'/><title type='text'>Ini bukan fairytale.</title><content type='html'>Sape cakap relationship ni senang?&lt;br /&gt;lagi susah dari dapat degree adala. (mentang2 la aku dah grad. muahhaha)&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... korang bayangkan..&lt;br /&gt;Korang berkenalan dengan bf/gf memang la start2 kawan... some tak sampai seminggu dah couple(ok ni kes zaman budak2. cite hindustan je terus nampak dh i love you) but some kawan sampai 5 tahun baru couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi lain cerita ok couple and kawan tu. Bila kawan kita control or tak control ayu tapi tak tunjuk belang lagi. Bila couple of course first 3 months you're on honeymoon land and kentut pon berbau macam bunga melur tapi bila dah nak setahun mula tunjuk perangai masing2. Some bole tolerate stay.. tak bole tolerate, ok mari cari lelaki baru dan tuka2 macam shopping baju kat OU sampai dapat size yang muat.. ok that didnt sound right (kehadapan encik hilman, sila jgn ambil serius statement saya ini. encik hilman saje. korang semua kena ambil serius)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to biz.. Then the part of knowing each other. Orang dah kawin 5 tahun pon belum tentu kenal each other's heart and macam-macam pe el masing-masing. Unless you are really an open book. It takes time to learn someone new. Sape cakap sape kenal aku that well.. you're wrong.  Aku rasa mak aku je kenal betul2 aku ni cm mana pe el die . Knowing and learning to accept the flaws of someone you love is tiring but what I learn is,  not to search for someone perfect but to accept someone's imperfectness. That is how married couples survive without getting a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila dah lama learn to accept, tiba2 break sebab can't tolerate dah or you caught a borneo chick in coconut bra in his room when u come over to his house to surprise him. Then you'll have to start all over again. Isn't it tiring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sape cakap relationship ni senang? Emosi manusia mysterious lagi dari mystery bermuda triangle.  We don't get saved by a charming prince and lived happily ever after. There is after the happpily ever after and it ain't rainbows and sunshine all the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-546125642172189155?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/546125642172189155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=546125642172189155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/546125642172189155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/546125642172189155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/12/ini-bukan-fairytale.html' title='Ini bukan fairytale.'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-909347817889368129</id><published>2009-12-09T23:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:41:19.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>What  Heels can make you do</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt pushed that you couldn't bother more and all you want to do is pull over your blanket and go back to that dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation is I do not feel motivated to look for a job while my mum is nagging pushing me to get one in a month or two. Stress kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I don't feel like searching?&lt;br /&gt;First, I don't know what am I qualified for&lt;br /&gt;Second, I don't like programming. I can't program to save my ass. All my work in UTP is just plastic and lies&lt;br /&gt;Third, I'm enjoying freedom with less cash and not worrying OMG my FYP tak siap lagi, OMG nanti jauh dari Hilman lagi for 6 months and many more OMGs 'I don't want to go back to UTP syndrome'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, I don't want to work yet, I don't want to get married ( you know the malay saying, dah habis belajar duduk rumah tunggu orang masuk meminang je la. which i think is total crap because marriage is not the solution of everything. orang zaman dholu-dholu je cakap lidddat) but sometimes I wish mum stop pressuring me and money grow on trees and most important I wish I know where am I heading because I' m totally blurred lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep imagining the small cubicle how stuffy it is, people in business suits how boring it is and the same sick routine with no inspiration and excitement when you wake up knowing each day there is something new. I shout for FREEDOM! and a million dollars to start a clothing line in any fashion capital because here, I won't berkembang maju and be fabulous like Kimora Lee Simmons. Oh yes, that is my ultimate dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow today, I was inspired to get a job.&lt;br /&gt;I was at KLCC just now window shopping with Firah and I spot a platform heels from Guess which looked uber comfy and super cantik and soft and I fell in love instantly but I was low on cash. So I concluded that I need a job.  Plus Firah told me that my dream Channel hand bag is not 12 K but wayyy cheaper. Whoot whoot! Plus I really want to go to UK for a week to shop kasut 3 pound yang cantik bole jatuh hati and bawak tido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See mum, telling me that you'd sell charlie if I don't get a job does not motivate me to find one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, If I want it all, I have to get a job. IMEDDIATELY! so that I'l have more shoes shoes shoes, bags, bags, bags oh Channel! and travel around the world and sewing class so that maybe I can start my own clothing line. excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a start, when I reached home, I on the pc and apply kerja laju2. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besar kan cita-cita saya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-909347817889368129?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/909347817889368129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=909347817889368129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/909347817889368129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/909347817889368129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-heel-can-make-you-do.html' title='What  Heels can make you do'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-458891113960513516</id><published>2009-11-20T02:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T02:59:18.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collage life'/><title type='text'>Good Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wore black today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As if its a funeral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its my last paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its my last day as a student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As much as excited I am to finish this ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Deep down inside, its just sad to part with this comfort zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the day that I face the fact that I'm that little fish in the big blue sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not the little fish in the pond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye 'the middle of no where',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye student life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye all the interesting people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Unofficially Graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Selamat Menanam Anggur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SwWUknHiQ6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/yZylf8CiRO4/s1600/DSC_0556+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SwWUknHiQ6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/yZylf8CiRO4/s400/DSC_0556+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405890284424938402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jump of freedom! , taken by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ejathelmy"&gt;ejat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-458891113960513516?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/458891113960513516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=458891113960513516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/458891113960513516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/458891113960513516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-bye.html' title='Good Bye'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SwWUknHiQ6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/yZylf8CiRO4/s72-c/DSC_0556+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-8107593264775397666</id><published>2009-11-17T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:17:09.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>eye bags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SwJbCE2n5VI/AAAAAAAAAQk/DG5dAJkat6Q/s1600/funny-pictures-cat-has-been-woken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SwJbCE2n5VI/AAAAAAAAAQk/DG5dAJkat6Q/s320/funny-pictures-cat-has-been-woken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404982594018731346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;need decent sleep at a decent time peacefully. blergh.&lt;br /&gt;and I don't need cough syrup or anti-depressant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.......  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-8107593264775397666?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/8107593264775397666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=8107593264775397666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8107593264775397666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8107593264775397666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/11/eye-bags.html' title='eye bags'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SwJbCE2n5VI/AAAAAAAAAQk/DG5dAJkat6Q/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-has-been-woken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-2263426958754028310</id><published>2009-11-17T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T01:53:28.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collage life'/><title type='text'>FYP does not come from storks</title><content type='html'>After months of stress,  sleepless nights, coffee, tapau food,  gaduh with bf, and mood swing kalah perempuan mengandung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally hardbound my dissertation report and get my system functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I'm done, finish tip top my Final Year Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an inch to graduating :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-2263426958754028310?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/2263426958754028310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=2263426958754028310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2263426958754028310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2263426958754028310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/11/fyp-does-not-come-from-storks.html' title='FYP does not come from storks'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-2930121124390973439</id><published>2009-11-13T02:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T03:10:23.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop corn and coke'/><title type='text'>Oh my CHANEL!</title><content type='html'>Dear Bimboes, fashion addict, and readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! OMG! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Pisau Cukur is a must watch movie. It was worth every Ringgit. Seriously. I wouldn't mind watching it again and be happy. Its not your typical Malay drama that we always avoid to watch because they are too sappy but its simply Panass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should you watch it? because:&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; As far as I can remember, this is the first malay chick flick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its funny. Plus the 'hidden dirty jokes', the thing that the Datuk gatal did with his briefcase was priceless  if you get what I mean. Friggin hilarious, LMAO. I do wonder if LFN gets those dirty jokes or is it too abiguous for them to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok, typically they do have some comel scenes that you'd go awww... so cute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's this 'gigi besi' cutie (Redza Mihat, picture below in the blue shirt) who's uber sweet.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SvxdUMbfIkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YwfPYNGttks/s1600-h/02_dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SvxdUMbfIkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YwfPYNGttks/s320/02_dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403296254453031490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Oh my DIOR! , Oh my PRADA! Oh my Jimmy CHOO! - you people will feel giddy because combining Fazura and Maya Karin together equals to spontaneous gedik-ness but not pretentious. So, its not annoying at all. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its not boring at all, full with excitement and I didn't finish my popcorn (finishing my pop corn is one of the sign the movie is too dull)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its the perfect combination of P.Ramlee's Madu tiga, mystery case file and a small hint of Legally Blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bunyi moaning dari laptop, adegan2 hot Sharifah Sofea and Datuk gatal and gay ness of Naz-T was so unexpected. Tak filter kot movie ni.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Story line is interesting and the ending was twisted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This movie PROVES that no matter how bimbo you are, you can still be independent and intelligent. Its not just a pretty face honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a tiny bit turn off about this movie is ... LIYANA JASMAY superficial and konon spoiled brat. Please go and learn how to be naturally gedik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't expect their apparel would be like in Gossip Girl that would blow your mind off and make you say Oh my Prada!  Nama pon pisau cukur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up and watch it so that you guys know what am I merepek-ing about and why am I excited gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Svxb4hLbUYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JP4byoC9Isc/s1600-h/lj_poster_pisaucukur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Svxb4hLbUYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JP4byoC9Isc/s320/lj_poster_pisaucukur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403294679474852226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Panas! ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-2930121124390973439?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/2930121124390973439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=2930121124390973439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2930121124390973439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2930121124390973439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-my-chanel.html' title='Oh my CHANEL!'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SvxdUMbfIkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YwfPYNGttks/s72-c/02_dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-6161100125243063069</id><published>2009-11-11T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:02:04.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>home sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SvptzG5FVPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2wABb7aDNiI/s1600-h/IMG_2439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SvptzG5FVPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2wABb7aDNiI/s320/IMG_2439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402751427775124722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sangat&lt;/span&gt; rindu kamu dan kamu. bila la saya nak balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: papa tak cakap good luck dan memberi kata2 semangat. saya merajuk sekarang. One down 2 more to go. Oh saya dah 'register course', anda bila lagi? &lt;--- ayat bakar untuk budak2 yang ada satu lagi semester. muahahhahahahaha. sucks to be you.  :P&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/7405630799940883116-6161100125243063069?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/6161100125243063069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=6161100125243063069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/6161100125243063069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/6161100125243063069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-sick.html' title='home sick'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SvptzG5FVPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2wABb7aDNiI/s72-c/IMG_2439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-4081919518495091183</id><published>2009-11-09T01:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:35:25.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>future f1 driver and future fashion designer</title><content type='html'>What do you get when two bored people decided to play around 'unprotected'?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Svb_jnwuSSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/bj9DUSfQ0Ic/s1600-h/babygirl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Svb_jnwuSSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/bj9DUSfQ0Ic/s320/babygirl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401785790511335714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Svb_SvuduiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9J_etHYcIqc/s1600-h/babyboy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Svb_SvuduiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9J_etHYcIqc/s320/babyboy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401785500591569442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He came across this make babies website and wonder how our kids would look like. But out of the odd, how can we produce a blonde baby? Am I that bimbo till it reflects on my baby girl's hair? But my baby boy is so hadorable. Can I have a real one honey? pleaseeeeee&lt;br /&gt;hahah joking :P  don't get freaked out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-4081919518495091183?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/4081919518495091183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=4081919518495091183&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4081919518495091183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4081919518495091183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/11/future-f1-driver-and-future-fashion.html' title='future f1 driver and future fashion designer'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Svb_jnwuSSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/bj9DUSfQ0Ic/s72-c/babygirl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-4891863947497450716</id><published>2009-11-07T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:02:03.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>'study week'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/10/09/funny-pictures-studying/"&gt;&lt;img title="funny-pictures-bunny-naps-on-homework" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2009/09/funny-pictures-bunny-naps-on-homework.jpg" alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adreen's study routine for this week. very 'productive'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-4891863947497450716?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/4891863947497450716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=4891863947497450716&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4891863947497450716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4891863947497450716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/11/very-productive.html' title='&apos;study week&apos;'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-1015077926478217419</id><published>2009-11-05T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:31:13.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domestic issues'/><title type='text'>yes you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8d2c6e0a89f52cb3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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Sila dedicate lagu yang comel ni.&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/7405630799940883116-1015077926478217419?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/1015077926478217419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=1015077926478217419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1015077926478217419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1015077926478217419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-you.html' title='yes you.'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-6862307191454352255</id><published>2009-11-04T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:39:53.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><title type='text'>Arguments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gabby: What a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blank &lt;/span&gt;of a day. Earl at the office is such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blank&lt;/span&gt;. I wanna kick the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blank&lt;/span&gt; out of his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blank&lt;/span&gt;.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlos: Oh yeah? how bout that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blanking&lt;/span&gt; hair dresser totally screwed up my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blanking&lt;/span&gt; hair look at me. I'm totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blanked&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gabby: The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blanking &lt;/span&gt;client didn't sign the deal and we lost a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blank&lt;/span&gt; load of money. waaa .....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blank! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;blank! blank!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlos: Okay, we are both at fault but you're home schooling her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gabby: Fine, but I know someone who isn't getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blanked&lt;/span&gt; tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlos: Fine with me, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blanked&lt;/span&gt; off earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-desperate housewives-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are seriously hilarious. I love Gabby and Carlos. Even when they argue, it never fail to crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-6862307191454352255?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/6862307191454352255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=6862307191454352255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/6862307191454352255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/6862307191454352255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/11/arguements.html' title='Arguments.'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-8778661969623909784</id><published>2009-11-02T03:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:04:29.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food and fats'/><title type='text'>mok mok fatty ass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;today i had ikan bakar, ice kacang, sushi, takoyaki, aunty anne's , one large coke and tosai paper&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i had egg mayo and peanutbutterjelly, bbq ayam, loads of candies (halloween meh!)&lt;br /&gt;day before yesterday i had... i can't really remember but i remember eating meggi goreng telur mata tak sedap dah kat ameeth pastu tak puas hati and donate the left over to kawan sebelah kanan pastu order roti bakar telur manis CHEESE! oh memang babat macam teddy bear. and its not cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this depression is making me eat&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam mana la aku tak jadi lebih gemuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: please go jogging satu UTP and swimming 10 laps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: dear lanun, in the end I search for you to tell you how I feel. oh how I wish you can respond and tell me its just a nightmare.  when i wake up its all going to be normal again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-8778661969623909784?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/8778661969623909784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=8778661969623909784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8778661969623909784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8778661969623909784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/11/mok-mok-fatty-ass.html' title='mok mok fatty ass.'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-3693212021427284792</id><published>2009-11-01T03:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:27:52.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messed up'/><title type='text'>everblue</title><content type='html'>i miss that excitement we used to have.&lt;br /&gt;this cold war is giving me shivers.&lt;br /&gt;come back will you?&lt;br /&gt;you who i know. and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-3693212021427284792?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/3693212021427284792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=3693212021427284792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3693212021427284792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3693212021427284792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/11/everblue.html' title='everblue'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-7978926245460256985</id><published>2009-10-24T20:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:31:36.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>house keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other day a little girl (well not that little, she's 15) sulked all the way in the car from her best friend's house to her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering how mad her daddy got when she accidentally locked the whole family out of the house yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, here's the thing about her. She's too anxious getting ready for the sleep over and left the house keys in her room. Ran down and asked her daddy to send her and without any warning she shut the door. It was locked. Then she realizes the keys are in her bed room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 12 am. Everyone is sleepy. The door is locked. Daddy went moody when he found out. Thankfully uncle had a spare key. So they decided to drive for almost an hour to get the keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was her fault, her daddy thought she would be worried and will stay. But unfortunately the only thing she is worried about is the sleep over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated perhaps with his own daughter's reaction to the unfortunate event of getting locked out side the house at 12 am, he send her with a very bitter feeling.  So this middle aged couple drove an hour or so to take their house keys. Thankful again for his wife's brother who had their spare key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She on the other hand thought her daddy is giving her a hard time of enjoying this little time of freedom before she steps in form 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings us back to the story of why she sulked. Straight up to her room she walked thinking her daddy doesn't want her to have fun. Shut her bedroom door.  Getting ready for a gathering I assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There in the living room, he asked his wife, "where's her baju kurung cotton? I want to iron it for her". Honestly, I think that was the sweetest thing a dad would do. He was mad at her but still love her to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moral of the story : please bring extra house keys with you anywhere and family first, show that you love your parents too ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-7978926245460256985?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/7978926245460256985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=7978926245460256985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/7978926245460256985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/7978926245460256985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/10/house-keys.html' title='house keys'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-8260470572270714330</id><published>2009-10-24T04:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T04:47:21.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good old days'/><title type='text'>Do you remember?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was once someone used to play No Surprises by Radiohead on his classic guitar. While I used to watch that via web cam. It wasn't addressed to me I guess. But we just happen to share common interest. Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of music. Its one of the reason why I got so interested in playing music again after few years I hardly play my organ. How I wouldn't be in love with music once more?  We were constantly talking about music. Sharing songs, listening to the guitar strums and sometimes humming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want a Les Paul. Can't afford a Gibson. What do you think about the color?Along those lines are the usual ones I used to get on my yahoo messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not only music but other things also that made us close. Giving me advice at random times when I kinda thought I need one is surprising in deed. Its like a pop up thingy that knows I'm in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reminiscing how young and silly we were. I did once, few years ago wondered what would have happen if things worked out differently. If I waited till that very semester ends. But somehow now I am very glad that we stayed friends as always.  For you did leave a big impact in my life. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SuIS6sx5lqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/TQSJTXoFsoY/s1600-h/LP+Custom_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SuIS6sx5lqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/TQSJTXoFsoY/s200/LP+Custom_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395896103205443234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found this in a pile of pictures of guitars you sent. I still think its a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7405630799940883116-8260470572270714330?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/8260470572270714330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=8260470572270714330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8260470572270714330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8260470572270714330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-you-remember.html' title='Do you remember?'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SuIS6sx5lqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/TQSJTXoFsoY/s72-c/LP+Custom_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-985857434531624393</id><published>2009-10-20T02:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:49:08.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.music.baby'/><title type='text'>whimsically in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Restless to begin, a wave comes crashing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The band on stage is tuning, jacarandas are blooming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your face sketched in my dreams, puts my mind at ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beneath the water frozen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Merrimack river is flowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thunder rolling over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't say you're not amazed, when you know you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;- Merrimack River by Amanda Leigh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: I get all warm,fuzzy and jittery listening to this. It reminded me when we first fall. Oh how I miss you.  Oh how I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-985857434531624393?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/985857434531624393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=985857434531624393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/985857434531624393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/985857434531624393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/10/whimsically-in-love.html' title='whimsically in love'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-1862102180653198920</id><published>2009-10-14T04:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T04:34:57.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeky'/><title type='text'>The death of a lappie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My lappie died away.So sad... I can't save him. Give CPR also cannot work ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theory is, its too heavy and the fan cannot support it.boo! now I'm stuck with this gigantic PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I open my blog, the fonts are humongous.&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. imagine this...&lt;br /&gt;I was typing my blog url and obviously I wasnt looking at the screen and press'enter'. Then all sudden, this really huge pink georgia font appear.Terkejut ok! (tak itu exaggerating lebih but yeah I was shocked).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old dead lappie is only 13 inches, compare it to this flat huge monitor? (O.o')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of getting use to this for a month more, I quite enjoy watching my fave series on a really big screen :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/StTjisRIcXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/XA5cb7GMLLg/s1600-h/P1000170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/StTjisRIcXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/XA5cb7GMLLg/s200/P1000170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392184839007400306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R.I.P  lappie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(T.T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: daddy can I get a new one soon? pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!! I'll wash the car and do the dishes and take out the trash. pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&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/7405630799940883116-1862102180653198920?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/1862102180653198920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=1862102180653198920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1862102180653198920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1862102180653198920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/10/death-of-lappie.html' title='The death of a lappie'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/StTjisRIcXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/XA5cb7GMLLg/s72-c/P1000170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-8136339926294962883</id><published>2009-10-14T04:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T04:16:46.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>hello world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello lovable readers and imaginary readers.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Its considered a while because I'm always infront of my pc but no time to blog.&lt;br /&gt; pfft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to update. Really do but FYP and work is driving me nuts&lt;br /&gt;till I can't tell what day it is.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are puffy and tired and my sleeping time is like a bat.&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.. updates?&lt;br /&gt;I did feel like writing but all the sudden tak feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok ape aku merepek ni??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;see you when ever I see you then ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-8136339926294962883?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/8136339926294962883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=8136339926294962883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8136339926294962883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8136339926294962883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-world.html' title='hello world!'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-5189158651796212413</id><published>2009-10-04T02:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T03:35:10.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory daun pisang'/><title type='text'>highschool sweetheart</title><content type='html'>I was listening to crush by mandy moore and it reminded me how giddy most of us girls used to be back in high school.&lt;br /&gt;Giddy when we bumped into our crush that is. The feeling is so innocent and butterflies in tummy all the time. Its like I wanna be with you but I'm too shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then in 2000, I remembered I had a crush on this really cute guy and being all head over heels everytime he passes by my class.Pass by je tau. Not talk to. Ok I admit it there was mrs.xxx written in my note book :P Sounded insanely ridiculous because how can I like someone who I never talk to. I blame hormones. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I ended up with an *ugly duckling during my high school years. Well personality matters? My gfs were like what are you thinking adreen?! But don't give a shit coz he's just plainly sweet to me. Statement perasan here : I always date the less good looking ones but after WE break up, he'll be good looking tetiba and i was like daymn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Like seriously who would put small soft toys key chain yang super cute under your desk once a month/week (tak ingat but selalu dapat)? Seriously pagi2 masuk class ada soft toy key chain bawah desk was so surprising :D And a valentine's card that's half size of your body length? And those cute little cards/notes almost all the time. Balik from school sama-sama is a must. And sumpah innocent gila coz we don't even dare to hold hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then my parents were really strict on me. I didn't really have the privileges like my sister have now. I can't go on dates. If I wanted to, I'll have to bring the whole gang out. So usually I'll have my two best friends with me. Even on dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where mintak couple have to be somewhere special. So he wanted to bring me to probably the fanciest restaurant in shah alam and pop up the question. Sounded romantic eyh? But I had to bring my two best friends. He had to ask for me infront of them. Embarrassing but you want the girl, do it her way. It was cute in a weird sense. But that was back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now days, as we grow old sometimes we don't even declare it or mintak couple tepi longkang bawah block perempuan or in the car on the way pegi mcd pastu tak de flakes. Tak de nye over candle lit dinner with a bunch of roses. Its like does the place matters? What matters is who you're with in the end of the day. awwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you who have made my high school exciting and fun, thanks. And yes I still loveeee surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ugly duckling - you weren't so good looking but after some years you grow up to be incredibly handsome. applies to those who dated me around 2001-2004 :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-5189158651796212413?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/5189158651796212413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=5189158651796212413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5189158651796212413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5189158651796212413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/10/highschool-sweetheart_04.html' title='highschool sweetheart'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-9062129023571594713</id><published>2009-09-30T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:33:51.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends. random. gossip.'/><title type='text'>sometimes its better not to say</title><content type='html'>Remember a game we used to play in orientations? The game where you say something and pass it to the person next to you then the person next to you pass it on to the next person and it goes on till the last person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 100% sure what the last person heard isn't the same thing the first person said.  Its all twisted and delivered in a different sentence but gives different meaning that could cause chaos or can even turn friends to enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so we know its common that people gossip or talk behind back. But most of the time the message delivered is not exactly what it's exactly is. You get what I mean? Probably I said A and you heard it was B and get it all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes its just a misunderstanding and No I did not say that.  Sorry :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-9062129023571594713?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/9062129023571594713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=9062129023571594713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/9062129023571594713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/9062129023571594713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-its-better-not-to-say.html' title='sometimes its better not to say'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-561552245962942345</id><published>2009-09-18T02:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T03:21:12.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><title type='text'>ucapan rasmi hari raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SrKGPmkCvPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zEm5MVrN9YI/s1600-h/hari+raya.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SrKGPmkCvPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zEm5MVrN9YI/s400/hari+raya.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382512107269045490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selamat hari raya, maaf zahir dan batin saya ucapkan kepada semua kaum kerabat saya tidak kira di kl, taiping ataupun kelantan, rakan-rakan saya yang berada di luar dan di dalam negeri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ingin meminta maaf jika terkasar bahasa secara sengaja atau tidak sengaja, post2 saya yang menyakit kan hati setengah pihak dan juga jika ada apa-apa salah yang telah saya lakukan, 0-0 ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak lupa juga, halal kan makan minum saya... eh ni ayat cliche yang selalu diucapkan pada pagi raya dalam keadaan tersedu2 menangis masa salam mak dan ayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok kembali kepada ucapan tadi. Saya juga mintak maaf jika saya telah annoykan kamu atau menjadi singa betina dalam masa 10 saat. Maaf banyak2 ye. Saya tahu saya garang tapi comel. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lah kepada usual suspects, gfs dan bf-s? tak tak bf je. yang tak terima kad raya dari saya tahun ini. Saya tahu kamu tertunggu2 posmen hanta kad raya dari saya (perasan betul saya (-.-')). Selalunya saya akan buat handmade kad raya tapi sumpah tak de masa sem ni. Tapi, dengan teknologi canggih blog dan paint, saya handmade lukis kad raya untuk korang pada pukul 3 pagi sebelum bertolak balik kampung. Terharu tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh kepada semua orang yang dikenali, sila la kemari ke rumah saya. Tapi bagitahu dulu ye .kalau suka hati ambush, makan biskut kering dan ribena sejuk la jawab nye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alamat saya :&lt;br /&gt;no7, jalan xxxx xxxxxxxx 2,&lt;br /&gt;                       9/xx, xxxx,&lt;br /&gt;                       xxxx xxxx.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no phone saya: 012-abcdfeghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Taiping with love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanun comel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: saya sedang berpacking untuk balik taiping ni. sesapa yang ada di taiping, jangan segan2 kemari ke rumah opah saya. pasti ada soto dan mungkin duit raya. :D      &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-561552245962942345?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/561552245962942345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=561552245962942345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/561552245962942345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/561552245962942345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/09/ucapan-rasmi-hari-raya.html' title='ucapan rasmi hari raya'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SrKGPmkCvPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zEm5MVrN9YI/s72-c/hari+raya.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-2310018430733838442</id><published>2009-09-14T16:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:11:20.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ass lobang boys'/><title type='text'>ass</title><content type='html'>Ass also referred as punggung, bontot, bum, butt, dubur or whatever you call it in million other languages. But unfortunately, no I'm not gonna show pictures of asses or describe a woman's butt but just rant about boys who act like asses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. the ungreatful ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagine this situation. You work really hard to surprise your beloved. So you bought cupcakes and carried it with care and tender on a 3 hours trip on a school bus. Then carefully lure your beloved to a place and get your friends to help bring down the cupcakes.  SURPRISE!!!!!!!!! all you wanted to see a smile of joy instead you got a very sour face. Reason? where's my present? what will I tell my friends if they ask me what was your present? So girls, if you are stuck with this kind ass, do yourself a self relief favour and trash it in the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. the vulgar ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever encounter something like you beloved describing how nice and fluffy your girl friend's tits are? Or heard your beloved telling you obscene things he imagine? Its just too disturbing to describe. A man like that is no man at all. He's just a kid who is reaching puberty and about to be one perverted pscyco. Seen this kind of behaviour on your first or second date? Please do step out of the door, walk out and never turn back. He's just not worthit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. the rude ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This one just have too much temper in him. So he yells at you even if its just a simple misunderstanding. Or say things that are plainly rude and unacceptable. Please be civillized. It does not hurt to be polite. If you want something just ask nicely no need for the annoying statemets like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"you ni masak ikan goreng pon tak pandai. mak you tak ajar ke? you ni perempuan bodo ke ape? tak paham2 I nk ikan goreng yang garaing2. eesh! karang simbah minyak baru tahu"&lt;/span&gt;. ecece.. typical malay drama la pulak. But its rude if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. the clingy ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just don't get you. Why do you have to be so emo? Girlfriend nak spend time with kawan2 pon nak emo. Girlfriend tak reply message in 3 hours sebab tolong mak masa pon nak emo. You think having a girlfriend stick with you 24/7 like a tumour is fun? No wonder long distance don't work your way. So girls, when a guy tells you he's jealous when you spend your time with you gf yang dah bertahun tak jumpa, just toss that boyfriend out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. the diva ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You don't call youself DIVA if you're not Mariah baby!  Boys, when they become divas its just a pain in the ass. Like seriously. Dah la lelaki pastu nak diva. Kalau lelaki lembut bole paham la. Imagine this. You put an ass hole and a diva together and you see how annoying like hell it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation example is you live in Klang but your beloved lives in Wangsa Maju. Both don't have car and train is just tiring anyway nak pegi OU cm penat kot nak stop kat KJ pastu naik bas. The only car you can use is your momma's old school kancil bunyi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grengegnengegneng &lt;/span&gt; cam nak tercabut pintu dan tayar. So your beloved demands you to pick his lazy ass at his home with your momma's old kancil  that the furthest can go pon Bukit Raja. Reason: penat la nak jumpa you jauh. PENAT ok! so you translate that sentence in your brain. Its like he's saying its tiring to see you. Like its not worthit to travel that far to see you. bukan tiap2 hari kot naik train jumpa gf. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope this helps you for not falling for asses. Maybe you can share your experience with the asses ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7405630799940883116-2310018430733838442?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/2310018430733838442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=2310018430733838442&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2310018430733838442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2310018430733838442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/09/ass.html' title='ass'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-188709316766017565</id><published>2009-09-10T10:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:26:48.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typical malay'/><title type='text'>Malay</title><content type='html'>I'm not being racist but its just my observation. Anyway I am a Malay. I do not mean to offend anyone. But these are the typical things we can see (at least what I see ) in Malay culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Herds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In schools, in college and also at work place we can see people group (esp Malays) by their home town, school or even popularity. Home town for example, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm from Kelantan and you're from Kelantan. Lets be friends but we shall not mix with other states.&lt;/span&gt; I honestly rarely see these people mix around with non-Kelantanese.  It goes the same to people from boarding school or even same courses.  What's wrong with mixing around? Is it gonna tarnish your reputation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Lalang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's the scenario - a girl messes up with another girl from a group and just because of that the whole group hates that girl eventho they don't even know her.These people are indecisive. When their 'ketua' hates some one, the whole group will hate. When the 'ketua ' declare peace with that person, so does the whole group. What happen to individual preferences? The lalangs are also in offices. They normally kipas bontot your bosses and talam dua muka to you and  your collegues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever heard of people with information is powerful? But not giving out the right information to the right person is not cool. Cam mana Melayu nak maju? Simple things also must keep it a secret kan? Its like I'm not sure is it chapter 1-3 for test but you surely know its chapter 1-4 for test but refuse to tell me when I ask just because you are insecure. or just plain jerk The thing is don't keep important information to yourself. Information not important a.k.a gossip nak pulak cakap kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4.Envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Envy is good but too much envy sampai nak guna witch craft ape cerita? Here's a story I'd like to share. Years ago my uncle had a small laksa store opposite his house. Beside his store there was another store selling goreng pisang. His laksa was famous among the residents there. Suddenly for a week he had no customers. Pretty odd eyh? Then one day when he was not selling laksa, his regular customer came and asked where he have been missing? the shop was never open for a week. Long story short, the goreng pisang guy envied him to the extend I don't know how he made my uncle's laksa store looked close to his customers but infact its open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for now.I'll continue about Malay later if I remember. daa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-188709316766017565?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/188709316766017565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=188709316766017565&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/188709316766017565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/188709316766017565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/09/malay.html' title='Malay'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-6933805516643492612</id><published>2009-09-09T00:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:57:20.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends.love.'/><title type='text'>terharu gue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;I almost thought I would go break fast alone. Well it happens to be that all my gfs are having this break fast event somewhere (me not included). Obviously I told jude about this on our daily gayuts. He was worried because I'd be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I was being optimistic and asked illy, shira and rushdi to break fast with me. To my surprise, maria and ern followed me to break fast that sunday. Serious dowh! terharu gila kot.  aww group hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that night, I was on the phone with jude. He asked me who did you break fast with today? I listed out the usual suspects with an edition of maria, ern and pes.&lt;br /&gt;He was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;Then he told me he nearly called maria's bf to ask for her number to tip maria and ern 20 bucks each to break fast with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am touched. I'm like 3 hours away and you'd care that much about me. I mean you never want to see me alone when you're away. But then again, we don't need money to buy friends do we?  They'll eventually be there when we're at our lowest point. ;) terharu sekali lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-6933805516643492612?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/6933805516643492612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=6933805516643492612&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/6933805516643492612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/6933805516643492612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/09/terharu-gue.html' title='terharu gue.'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-1743626567358288650</id><published>2009-09-08T02:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T04:28:37.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>when they block 'poppy'</title><content type='html'>Why my FYP isn't progressing that much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SqVs1M7PuhI/AAAAAAAAAPE/poJD0SUfaMQ/s1600-h/niji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SqVs1M7PuhI/AAAAAAAAAPE/poJD0SUfaMQ/s400/niji.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378824991222512146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a lovely day to do my fyp. In other words, I finally am in the mood for fyp-ing after all the drama sumpah kalah sinetron typical indonesia last week. As usual, I search for tutorials on how to develop a login using php because I am such a noob and most sites I go are blocked but this is the first time its blocked because it is categorized as illegal drugs. ILLEGAL DRUGS people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come an innocent php tutorial webpage be an illegal drug??  For those who don't know what php is.. well its an alien language used to create those systems like elearning that you guys think its easy but seriously its so susah. huh. sape cakap budak-budak IT/IS keje senang?? just because you people don't see us sweat our armpits on the site or shore then our work is easy peasy. Well if you think so, hangpa pi belajaq java. terbeliak biji mata hangpa nak cari error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ... lelebih sudah. heheh. It seems the website address contains the word poppy.That explains why ITMS block it. But come on... orang nak download freeware pon cannot sebab this website is categorize as download. Bukannye nak download porn. Niat suci kot.  emo lagi sekali ok. FYP is making me too emotional like a pregnant woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, out of the topic.&lt;br /&gt;My hair is black. So are my nails. Ina said my nails looked like Gollum's because I was so B-IM-B-O to mix the inai and water using my bare hands. This is what I get when I forgot how to diy hair dye. Self reminder - use gloves when dyi hair dye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SqVqKQI1rpI/AAAAAAAAAO8/lO17fLqD7QE/s1600-h/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SqVqKQI1rpI/AAAAAAAAAO8/lO17fLqD7QE/s320/DSC00625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378822054327201426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muka bajet cun cam nak kene lempang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please don't go suicide looking at this picture. Sumpah no intention nak buat orang muntah darah. On the bright side, at least my hair is not orange anymore and I don't need to use the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;syabas&lt;/span&gt; excuse like someone. oopss :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-1743626567358288650?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/1743626567358288650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=1743626567358288650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1743626567358288650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1743626567358288650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-they-block-poppy.html' title='when they block &apos;poppy&apos;'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SqVs1M7PuhI/AAAAAAAAAPE/poJD0SUfaMQ/s72-c/niji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-3585035861765784711</id><published>2009-09-06T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:44:08.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>One of the things that makes me :D</title><content type='html'>is hearing you laugh of amusement.&lt;br /&gt;whenever I act like a goofball&lt;br /&gt;or whenever you tease me and it amuses only you. (perhaps some other people too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-3585035861765784711?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/3585035861765784711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=3585035861765784711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3585035861765784711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3585035861765784711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-things-that-makes-me-d.html' title='One of the things that makes me :D'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-419320830460532720</id><published>2009-09-06T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T02:21:30.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankly speaking..</title><content type='html'>I'm not that friendly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm shy.&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes look snobbish&lt;br /&gt;and I am often misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;I would love to...&lt;br /&gt;not feel left out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-419320830460532720?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/419320830460532720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=419320830460532720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/419320830460532720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/419320830460532720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/09/frankly-speaking.html' title='Frankly speaking..'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-3435761404138591686</id><published>2009-09-05T12:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:51:42.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoot bang bang'/><title type='text'>My ability is to shoot</title><content type='html'>Dear P,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just completed your ability test. From what I can analyze just now, I am good at shooting. So, if you need a bounty hunter, do hire me. But if you want to reject me, do tell me within a month not within six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;lanun comel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eheh. what am I crapping about?&lt;br /&gt;Its the P ability test. I think its worst than finals and the chances are 0.00001% for me to go for the next stage. Its harder than you think so don't bother studying because you won't have enough time.&lt;br /&gt;I think its just luck. So I'm not putting high hopes there.&lt;br /&gt;Well people, lets apply other companies shall we?&lt;br /&gt;Worst come to worst, I still have to pay you back eyh P?&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side... I can get married happily to a P staff. : p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-3435761404138591686?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/3435761404138591686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=3435761404138591686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3435761404138591686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3435761404138591686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-ability-is-to-shoot.html' title='My ability is to shoot'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-1877426475318307951</id><published>2009-09-02T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T03:03:02.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up.'/><title type='text'>merpati putih</title><content type='html'>cerita ceritut sekejap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya ada seekor burung merpati.&lt;br /&gt;saya kurung dia dalam sangkar putih.&lt;br /&gt;satu hari..&lt;br /&gt;saya sedar akan perlakuan aneh burung merpati.&lt;br /&gt;kelihatan resah gelisah&lt;br /&gt;seperti mak kucing kehilangan anak.&lt;br /&gt;mungkin mahu terbang bebas.&lt;br /&gt;bukan berat hati untuk melepaskannya,&lt;br /&gt;tetapi mungkin perasaan bimbang di hati.&lt;br /&gt;lama-kelamaan saya sedar mungkin itu yang terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;kerana kalau saya kurung dia sampai bila-bila,&lt;br /&gt;mungkin dia akan mati depresi.&lt;br /&gt;jadi saya pun membuka pintu sangkarnya.&lt;br /&gt;terbanglah dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   -tamat-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I learned today that sometimes we need to let it out, can't keep it to ourself or not it will become poison. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-1877426475318307951?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/1877426475318307951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=1877426475318307951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1877426475318307951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1877426475318307951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/09/merpati-putih.html' title='merpati putih'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-3134208149882404251</id><published>2009-08-28T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:21:12.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up.'/><title type='text'>pause</title><content type='html'>Its not hard to feel sad&lt;br /&gt;but its hard to feel happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not hard to feel angry&lt;br /&gt;but its hard to feel calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not hard to be stressed&lt;br /&gt;but its hard to be optimistic (all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give some time to observe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-3134208149882404251?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/3134208149882404251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=3134208149882404251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3134208149882404251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3134208149882404251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/08/pause.html' title='pause'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-6931604627426065386</id><published>2009-08-26T02:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:34:44.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson for today'/><title type='text'>past and present maybe future</title><content type='html'>Somewhere I been there before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something felt so familiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarities are there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its true, history does repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its up to us to change it  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-6931604627426065386?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/6931604627426065386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=6931604627426065386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/6931604627426065386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/6931604627426065386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/08/past-and-present-maybe-future.html' title='past and present maybe future'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-2500496288435520580</id><published>2009-08-20T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:48:26.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future yang macam fuck'/><title type='text'>don't catch me</title><content type='html'>Pernah rasa macam nak jatuh dari langit and tak de parachute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing it and I can't deal with it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out my interest and I lost my passion to work and text books (as if I ever had that much passion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demotivated. That's the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably this is minor. I'll deal with it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, isn't it always have been that way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-2500496288435520580?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/2500496288435520580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=2500496288435520580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2500496288435520580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2500496288435520580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-catch-me.html' title='don&apos;t catch me'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-3274740235827151352</id><published>2009-08-18T14:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:26:21.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.'/><title type='text'>class of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Congratulations bf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reach 22 + 1, I want to be just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that you can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations gf!  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* plus the balloons , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;flowers,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;teddy bear, hadiah graduation and makan besar.. etc etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;teehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-3274740235827151352?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/3274740235827151352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=3274740235827151352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3274740235827151352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3274740235827151352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/08/class-of-2009.html' title='class of 2009'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-8813735959852806448</id><published>2009-08-13T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:24:59.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>penat2 install open source untuk menjimatkan masa dan tenaga dan stress......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;server down/rosak/merajuk/kaput/tak nak tolerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhhh!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila nak habis fyp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm loving classes and exams more than fyp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes and exams never looked better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak grad cepat dan duduk rumah habiskan beras sambil main pet society sebab tengok orang tu main pet society kat tutorial tadi cam lagi best dari sorority life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-8813735959852806448?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/8813735959852806448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=8813735959852806448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8813735959852806448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8813735959852806448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-5419697958602769260</id><published>2009-08-08T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:52:32.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gumbira.'/><title type='text'>No piggie flu</title><content type='html'>My temperature now is 36 and my first function is working. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the endless supply of water, avoiding air cond, 2 pills of ubat fever consumed at one time, acting like a normal not sakit person and kaedah pengewapan muka mak Lina (seriously rasa muka macam duduk dalam sauna ada aroma therapy).&lt;br /&gt;So now I can go back to UTP and be more stressed out. Oh best nye nak stress belajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;To budak2 FYP yang nak buat form for your system, you can click and drag to create a form from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.phpform.org"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.phpform.org"&gt; website&lt;/a&gt; and download it pastu letak dalam server korang pastu edit pakai dreamweaver kalau nak connect to database ( use php lagi senang ). Seriously jimat masa and it works!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-5419697958602769260?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/5419697958602769260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=5419697958602769260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5419697958602769260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5419697958602769260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-piggie-flu.html' title='No piggie flu'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-1915348157103051928</id><published>2009-08-07T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:53:12.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debam'/><title type='text'>Quarantine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Your temperature is 39.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;No it can't be. I feel totally fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The thermometer never lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here starts my day one quarantine. I'm not suspected for H1N1 but I will be suspected if my temperature gets higher. Why am I not suspected? Because I don't have those symptoms. I don't even have running nose.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't feel sick. Just a little light headed. I have so many things to do with too little time. Now I can't go out, not even close to going to Ned's engagement tomorrow. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;I want to heal fast so that I can go back to UTP by Sunday, send my resume by Monday, attend my first drama class on Monday. There's a quiz on Tuesday morning :(   FYP lagi...&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm sick because I'm stressed out. I wouldn't want to be dead because of some penyakit babi. It would be really pathetic like mati kene langgar kereta kancil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-1915348157103051928?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/1915348157103051928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=1915348157103051928&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1915348157103051928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1915348157103051928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/08/quarantine.html' title='Quarantine'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-3702851018426361060</id><published>2009-08-04T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:46:08.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Let me take you down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8A4r2RU1u3g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8A4r2RU1u3g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its my fave at the moment. &lt;/span&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/7405630799940883116-3702851018426361060?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/3702851018426361060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=3702851018426361060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3702851018426361060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3702851018426361060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-me-take-you-down.html' title='Let me take you down...'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-6053147787100629153</id><published>2009-07-30T13:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:08:44.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collage life'/><title type='text'>Parking Spot</title><content type='html'>Bloody 'fellow' parking sign.&lt;br /&gt; The thing is, it was dark last night when I was looking for a parking spon when the girls said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"tuuuu ada dekat gila dengan cafe" &lt;/span&gt;I pun happily reverse parked Charlie (ceh nak jugak cakap sebab i rarely park properly at first attempt). Obviously non of us realize that it was actually fellow parking spot.&lt;br /&gt;So I was greeted good morning by a love letter from the guards. 30 bucks melayang dah.&lt;br /&gt;When I came back from class, I saw a honda kapchai parked at that fellow parking spot that invades not even half the parking spot.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to wonder what's the purpose of a fellow parking spot when they rarely park there or just occupy half the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: I solemly swear that I shall not skip any classes for this last semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-6053147787100629153?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/6053147787100629153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=6053147787100629153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/6053147787100629153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/6053147787100629153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/07/parking-spot.html' title='Parking Spot'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-3145324752238782757</id><published>2009-07-28T18:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:43:36.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is serious business la'/><title type='text'>B-I-M-BO</title><content type='html'>The other day me and him are looking for this chinese restaurant somewhere in PJ but we got lost  because I'm terrible at giving directions. I'm known for getting lost anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told him with a very serious expression &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Kalau I sesat I selalu tengok sign board "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Oh, ye ke? kalau cam tu I pon nak tengok sign board la "&lt;/span&gt; in a very sarcastic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realize how bimbo I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder people don't take me seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-3145324752238782757?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/3145324752238782757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=3145324752238782757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3145324752238782757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3145324752238782757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/07/b-i-m-bo.html' title='B-I-M-BO'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-3741832647219437968</id><published>2009-07-27T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:59:01.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.'/><title type='text'>a piece of awkwardness</title><content type='html'>She asked how do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;He said I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if &lt;/span&gt;She asked do you still love me ? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if &lt;/span&gt;He said I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'ll &lt;/span&gt;walk away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-3741832647219437968?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/3741832647219437968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=3741832647219437968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3741832647219437968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/3741832647219437968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/07/piece-of-awkwardness.html' title='a piece of awkwardness'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-2509142709691174570</id><published>2009-07-26T14:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:37:17.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gfs'/><title type='text'>Girls Only</title><content type='html'>At last the 5 of us had dinner like the good old days. Since Nina will be flying to aussie soon this will be the last time we'll see her. And news flash! I received an engagement invitation from.. jeng jeng jeng!&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos,it was sudden that i decided to go home. My parents were shocked, my girlfriends were shocked and firah was delighted because i canceled our date last week.&lt;br /&gt;Actually my parents were a little bit furious about the idea of me coming back. Long story short, we are financially not stable. But then again I use my own money. No arguements there.&lt;br /&gt;I blame the economy down turn. Depressing times. I hope I'll get a stable job soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of being depressed. Highlight of this weekend is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;. Looking back at how we bond after school, until now we still have the ritual of  dressing up nicely and fancy dinner nights. Didn't realize how fast time flies. Two graduated, two is still studying, one continue study and one is getting engaged. It seems like yesterday we lepak comot2 at mamak and had like a gazillion planned trips but never made it.&lt;br /&gt;As usual. We dressed nicely but we had ribs. And chewy brownies. nyum!&lt;br /&gt;And finally I spend time with firah. Make it up to her because I had to cancel last week. Plus she is one busy woman and I have no idea what if she's running for president.&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was packed even when he's training in some jungle in borneo. I can't imagine if he's at home. Probably I should wear a t shirt that says &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'my boyfriend's out of town' &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-2509142709691174570?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/2509142709691174570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=2509142709691174570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2509142709691174570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2509142709691174570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-only.html' title='Girls Only'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-2048794200304450988</id><published>2009-07-23T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:03:26.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo.'/><title type='text'>Forget me do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here staring at the same window for the past 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I'd graduate feeling alone and empty.&lt;br /&gt;That warm belonged feeling no longer exist in this place.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking this semester would be exciting is totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Its actually the same as last semester except less lonely&lt;br /&gt;with a different type of comfort.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing for sure,&lt;br /&gt;Things will never be the same like it was 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-2048794200304450988?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/2048794200304450988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=2048794200304450988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2048794200304450988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2048794200304450988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/07/forget-me-do.html' title='Forget me do.'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-8817960334915318654</id><published>2009-07-21T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:20:56.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='....'/><title type='text'>blergh</title><content type='html'>I want to fast forward this semester so that I won't feel like blergh.&lt;br /&gt;Highlight for today is puasa-tido-period. yes la memang best. Why can't it wait for another 4 hours to come so that I can ganti for one whole day. So period cramps didn't make my day. I'm chocolate craving, attention craving and masa attention craving la he can just hilang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POOF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I miss late night calls and laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-8817960334915318654?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/8817960334915318654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=8817960334915318654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8817960334915318654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8817960334915318654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/07/blergh.html' title='blergh'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-4784564980335837436</id><published>2009-07-19T13:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T13:17:34.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='final sem blues'/><title type='text'>My very last semester break</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit its the best. &lt;br /&gt;I had too much fun in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Probably I am the happiest then.&lt;br /&gt;But they say, good things will eventually end.&lt;br /&gt;Oh sem break, why do I have to leave you.&lt;br /&gt;Why must I go back for more back aches and headaches.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, someone give me a tissue. Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so random. I would like to dedicate this song to someone who takes the morning train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9tBzIVe8--k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9tBzIVe8--k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: saya dah susun jadual waktu. anda bila lagi?  by the way, why malaysian studies sesat on a friday afternoon?  blergh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-4784564980335837436?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/4784564980335837436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=4784564980335837436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4784564980335837436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4784564980335837436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-very-last-semester-break.html' title='My very last semester break'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-8854606870275655589</id><published>2009-07-13T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:36:35.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.'/><title type='text'>Grey or Blue</title><content type='html'>My dearly beloved gave me few of jaymay's video.It's sweet. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/28-RUjwuszg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/28-RUjwuszg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-8854606870275655589?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/8854606870275655589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=8854606870275655589&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8854606870275655589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8854606870275655589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/07/grey-or-blue.html' title='Grey or Blue'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-2083648625003127032</id><published>2009-07-13T21:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:54:51.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artsy fartsy'/><title type='text'>the little sketch book</title><content type='html'>I was having a normal conversation with mum when she told me she wanted to buy a painting that goes like this. Very artistic woman indeed my mum is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mama: mama nak beli painting la. nak letak kat living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;me: hmm ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mama: Reen rasa ok tak kalau pegi central market and beli from students uitm. Dalam 500           ringgit boleh dah dapat satu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;me: ok jugak tapi kene naik train la senang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mama: malas nye nak jalan jauh. Reen la paint. Reen buat painting lepas tu hang kat living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(mama lupa eh course ape reen ambik)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; huh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mama: mama tengok sketch book Reen. Drawings Reen menarik. Reen ada talent rupanye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;me: bila mama tengok sketch book Reen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mama: masa Reen tinggalkan kat atas meja study adik. Reen draw ape yang Reen rasa in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;             creative way. Kalau oil paint it mesti lawa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;me: ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(tak tahu nak terharu or rasa silap ambik course sekarang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like she discovered my little sketch book that i been pouring my feelings in a way of random imagination drawings. some of them were just merry, some are whimsical and some have a little sadistic hint to it. But on top of all she likes it. she really does. of years not knowing what am I good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Honestly woman, call yourself our mother?" - George Weasley&lt;/span&gt; - It never fails to crack me up. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-2083648625003127032?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/2083648625003127032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=2083648625003127032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2083648625003127032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2083648625003127032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-sketch-book.html' title='the little sketch book'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-5316385322971529117</id><published>2009-07-12T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:16:03.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Customer Satisfaction Guaranteed</title><content type='html'>I can smell achievement today.&lt;br /&gt;In other words I did check it and&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a 3 pointer.&lt;br /&gt;phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming semester is my last one.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be in the job market.&lt;br /&gt;First, I feel its like yesterday I was taking spm&lt;br /&gt;Second, I feel old especially knowing some people&lt;br /&gt;my age are getting engaged and start the wedding bell talk.&lt;br /&gt;Third, I still feel old because the foundation kids in UTP are born in the 90's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I feel young again because everytime&lt;br /&gt;people meet me and my sister, they always think&lt;br /&gt;that we're friends. She's freggin 15! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday while I was trying some dresses at Warehouse&lt;br /&gt;I heard one of the sales girls ask my mum if me and my sister are around the same age.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, out of the topic, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;  Warehouse at Bangsar Village.&lt;br /&gt;Their sales girls are uber kind ,helpful and customer satisfaction guaranteed (I'm making that excited &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mulut ternganga&lt;/span&gt; face with thumbs up)&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously!&lt;br /&gt;I asked for a dress that I wanted (been eyeing it for a month) and told them the occasion&lt;br /&gt;and they asked me to try other dresses and give very honest opinions and oh! they'd tell what to accessorize those dresses with. &lt;br /&gt;Its really great because they are not snobs who'd check out you're handbag brand to treat you nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-5316385322971529117?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/5316385322971529117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=5316385322971529117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5316385322971529117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5316385322971529117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/07/customer-satisfaction-guaranteed.html' title='Customer Satisfaction Guaranteed'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-8726786145744593385</id><published>2009-07-09T14:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:23:15.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings</title><content type='html'>I hurried and on my lappy today to check my result.&lt;br /&gt;They say its today. But I got all excited for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So highlight for today, Harry Potter tickets - booked.&lt;br /&gt;That will shut little ayuni up. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm starting to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ganti puasa&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;Not really tired but cravingssssss....&lt;br /&gt;I crave for cupcakes and choc sundae extra choc.&lt;br /&gt;nakkkkk!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Which reminded me that&lt;br /&gt;lama jugak tak lepak makan sundae.&lt;br /&gt;miss it? probably.&lt;br /&gt;ok got to log out.&lt;br /&gt;Chef Adreen on duty now  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-8726786145744593385?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/8726786145744593385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=8726786145744593385&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8726786145744593385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/8726786145744593385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/07/cravings.html' title='Cravings'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-4364554977304969806</id><published>2009-07-03T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:56:07.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couch po-ta-to'/><title type='text'>TV influenced</title><content type='html'>Everytime I cook a fancy dinner,&lt;br /&gt;I would imagine myself as Nigella Lawson or Jamie Oliver.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the dishes I randomly create are based on their shows.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly it feels calming and its as if I swayed in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Kept me wondering now if i choose the wrong career.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to mum who selalu bukak travel and living and&lt;br /&gt;make me drool to whatever nyummy Nigella or Jamie is heating in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;I watched a show where they transform ordinary ladies to gorgeous babes just now.&lt;br /&gt;You know the kind where they take you shopping and make overs. yeah that one.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be in those kinda shows where I get lots and lots of clothes and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike some lucky girls with lots of cash. I may look at the mannequins with nice clothes and tell myself when I have a job, I'll buy those. So that is why I do angan2 to be in those transform shows. Tho I don't consider myself a total dork.&lt;br /&gt;gagagagaga&lt;br /&gt;I can't argue with that now. No money, No shopping. boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or in those travel shows. That would be awesome if I was the host.&lt;br /&gt;But then again food would be my restriction.&lt;br /&gt;If I were to do a travel show in the States or UK (eceh berangan je tahu),&lt;br /&gt;the only thing I can eat is fish. And blimey I'm an (konon) certified eater (love food hate fats that grow like mushrooms).&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they all use halal meat so that people like me who go drooling over a nice juicy burger&lt;br /&gt;won't feel so miserable knowing how good that thing would taste.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;I love cooking! inspiration from Nigella and Jamie&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in one of those gila best guna khidmat Mr. Jay to transform me in to perempuan stylo mylo and get free clothes, shoes, bags, make-up, etc&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;I want to host a travel show so that i can travel for free and get money and makan all sorts of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in reality, it would probably happen but it takes time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-4364554977304969806?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/4364554977304969806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=4364554977304969806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4364554977304969806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4364554977304969806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/07/tv-influenced.html' title='TV influenced'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-5361663489482449875</id><published>2009-06-30T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T01:27:28.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.'/><title type='text'>How I met Adreen.</title><content type='html'>This is the story as if it was from his point of view how he met me. Its more like how we plan to tell if people ask how we met each other. Because I personally think he wants a bombastic love story. hahahaha gedik kau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You were jogging, I was jogging in the same park and we somehow wasn't alert of our surroundings and bumped into each other. We fell down and you offer me your hand to help me get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were in the same class. As always I showed up late. You noticed me and started stalking my name. As the time being, you named me Joanna. Untill you got my real name and search me via facebook. (cam kenal je story line ni)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was at a kopitiam with my friends and you were there too at another table. You thought i was cute (ok sila muntah darah sekarang!) so you buyed me a drink and on the tissue paper you wrote your email. konon nak suruh orang add kat gmail or ym. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just fell from the sky and you caught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I borrowed a book at irc but there was a paper in the book that wrote 'knock knock'. So i replied 'who's there?' and return the book. When I borrowed the same book, the previous replied and this has been going on for months so I was curious and ignoring the fact he or she might be some psycotic killer at last I left a message we should meet. So we met and the rest was history.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Ok that's it for now. Vote now which one shall we tell people how we met.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-5361663489482449875?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/5361663489482449875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=5361663489482449875&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5361663489482449875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5361663489482449875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-i-met-adreen.html' title='How I met Adreen.'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-7641677971810276372</id><published>2009-06-26T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:47:56.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F is for friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we won't give and take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we'll both fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but if we do give and take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our bond will be stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its a win-win situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: sedang malas untuk buat fyp&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/7405630799940883116-7641677971810276372?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/7641677971810276372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=7641677971810276372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/7641677971810276372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/7641677971810276372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/06/f-is-for-friendship.html' title='F is for friendship'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-1937755363236706842</id><published>2009-06-25T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:08:58.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angan-angan kosong.'/><title type='text'>dream wedding</title><content type='html'>1. how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;    22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. are you single?&lt;br /&gt;    no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. at what age do you think you'll get married?&lt;br /&gt;    around 24-27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. do you think you'll marrying the person you are with now?&lt;br /&gt;    If we're for each other, we shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. if not, who do you want to marry?&lt;br /&gt;    can't think of someone better. I just want him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. who will be your bridesmaid &amp;amp; bestman?&lt;br /&gt;     my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. do you want a garden/beach or traditional wedding?&lt;br /&gt;    a garden wedding please with lots of daisies and white lilies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. where do you plan to go on honeymoon?&lt;br /&gt;     Greece. ah love~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. how many guests do you think you'll invite?&lt;br /&gt;    I wanted a small simple one with close family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. will that include your exes?&lt;br /&gt;      Well if he invites his ex then probably I would too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. how many layers of cake do you want?&lt;br /&gt;      3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. when do you want to get married, morning or evening?&lt;br /&gt;      ermmm .... morning? but if its evening I can have those small lanterns and it would be lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. name the song/tune you'd like to play at your wedding.&lt;br /&gt;      for now I would want canon in D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. ur wedding colour theme?&lt;br /&gt;      white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. do you prefer fine dining or just normal spoon&amp;amp;fork?knife?&lt;br /&gt;      anything comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. champagne or red wine?&lt;br /&gt;       air color2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. honeymoon right after the wedding or days after the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;      right after wedding! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. money or household items?&lt;br /&gt;      both. I'll make a list to that you guys don't overlap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. how many kids would you like to have?&lt;br /&gt;      any number suitable for our financial status (cehh cakap cam nak kawin dah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. will you record your honeymoon in DVD/CD?&lt;br /&gt;       shhhhs!! hahahahha what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. ur dream present fr0m ur future husband&lt;br /&gt;      lifetime supply of love, loyalty, trust and affection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-1937755363236706842?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/1937755363236706842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=1937755363236706842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1937755363236706842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1937755363236706842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/06/dream-wedding.html' title='dream wedding'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-1221510963141750278</id><published>2009-06-23T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:50:33.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SkD5kUNIICI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kk9tl5wxgoI/s1600-h/screwed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SkD5kUNIICI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kk9tl5wxgoI/s320/screwed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350550759610523682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get  you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-1221510963141750278?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/1221510963141750278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=1221510963141750278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1221510963141750278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/1221510963141750278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-get-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/SkD5kUNIICI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kk9tl5wxgoI/s72-c/screwed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-580786519078330744</id><published>2009-06-23T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:32:36.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyperbiul'/><title type='text'>Saya hyperactive. Meow.</title><content type='html'>kepala pening kene bola.&lt;br /&gt;memang sah2 kene rembat dengan tahap laju maksimum.&lt;br /&gt;terima kasih encik goal keeper.&lt;br /&gt;sekarang saya boleh melihat bintang2 dengan dekat.&lt;br /&gt;tapi ada hati nak main layang2 lepas tu.&lt;br /&gt;siap lari2 satu padang sebab nak bagi layang2 naik tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;balik rumah terus rasa biul.&lt;br /&gt;padan muka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-580786519078330744?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/580786519078330744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=580786519078330744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/580786519078330744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/580786519078330744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/06/saya-hyperactive-meow.html' title='Saya hyperactive. Meow.'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-7922626074822963114</id><published>2009-06-21T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T03:11:09.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal.'/><title type='text'>the tutu and the round tummy</title><content type='html'>There was once a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;She wore a pink tutu&lt;br /&gt;and had bangs for her bob hair.&lt;br /&gt;You may think she's the cutest thing but...&lt;br /&gt;when she entered a room with a huge mirror as a wall&lt;br /&gt;All eyes stared at her.&lt;br /&gt;The other little girls looked at her.&lt;br /&gt;Soon whispered to each other.&lt;br /&gt;The other parents looked at her&lt;br /&gt;with an expression of disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How can a FAT girl dance ballet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably this was what they thought.&lt;br /&gt;You see, the other little girls are skinny as sticks!&lt;br /&gt;Of course the teacher gave a warm welcome to her.&lt;br /&gt;It was her first time.&lt;br /&gt;She enjoyed it despite how round she was.&lt;br /&gt;She may not play as a princess,&lt;br /&gt;But she was a happy little pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;Until one day one of the girls came up&lt;br /&gt;and told her that she was fat and she can't dance.&lt;br /&gt;As you expect she got upset.&lt;br /&gt;She told her mom she wanted to quit ballet&lt;br /&gt;without any reason.&lt;br /&gt;Since then she discovered a new word-Ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-7922626074822963114?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/7922626074822963114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=7922626074822963114&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/7922626074822963114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/7922626074822963114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/06/tutu-and-round-tummy.html' title='the tutu and the round tummy'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-520023912303049653</id><published>2009-06-18T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:41:14.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a little bit of thinking.'/><title type='text'>its all about the money.</title><content type='html'>Saya nak shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tak de duit.&lt;br /&gt;Saya nak jalan-jalan (pegi pasar, ambik adik dari sekolah dan beli makanan kucing tak termasuk).&lt;br /&gt;Tapi minyak kene saving.&lt;br /&gt;Saya nak bercuti-cuti naik kapal terbang.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mama cakap sekarang ni macam-macam penyakit. sebenarnye tak de duit. saya tahu.&lt;br /&gt;Saya nak lepak.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi saya rasa semua orang busy. tak mahu la ganggu. lagi sekali sebenarnye saya tak de duit.&lt;br /&gt;Cari kerja?&lt;br /&gt;Tak mahu la. dah la nak grad dah pastu sape nak tolong mama kalau bukan saya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is money everything? does money makes the world go round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita manusia tak pernah puas hati kan? be thankful for once and feel how wonderful life is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-520023912303049653?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/520023912303049653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=520023912303049653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/520023912303049653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/520023912303049653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-all-about-money.html' title='its all about the money.'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-2898022593392950097</id><published>2009-06-16T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:55:03.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down.'/><title type='text'>Frustrated or Rejected or Both</title><content type='html'>Go to a bookstore and get a good motivation self building book.&lt;br /&gt;Get a cup of peppermint tea.&lt;br /&gt;Sit at a cozy corner of that coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;Read that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it cures frustration. Doesn't matter what the frustration is. I think it even works for rejection or when someone tells you that you are not good looking enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: a warm hug works like a wave of a wand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-2898022593392950097?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/2898022593392950097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=2898022593392950097&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2898022593392950097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2898022593392950097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/06/frustrated-or-rejected-or-both.html' title='Frustrated or Rejected or Both'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-2436010830532600758</id><published>2009-06-09T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:13:04.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.'/><title type='text'>Pebbles.</title><content type='html'>I would want to remember today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 June 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and freeze the last 2 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-2436010830532600758?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/2436010830532600758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=2436010830532600758&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2436010830532600758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2436010830532600758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/06/date-today-is.html' title='Pebbles.'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-6377587111924113727</id><published>2009-06-03T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:54:31.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='differences. shah alam peeps. life style of the rich and spoiled.'/><title type='text'>Doolu-doolu dan Sekarang.</title><content type='html'>Doolu-doolu&lt;br /&gt;Braces was nerdy looking, unpopular and zero chances of getting attention from the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang&lt;br /&gt;Braces is cool. Even if your teeth are straight but not perfectly straight, you would beg daddy to spend on braces for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doolu-doolu&lt;br /&gt;Parties are held at a friend's house. Commonly just eating and socializing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang&lt;br /&gt;Parties are held at clubs or ball rooms. Commonly just eating, socializing, dancing and getting drunk. (isk isk.. kids now days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doolu-doolu&lt;br /&gt;Our fashion sense aren't that stylish. Did not learn to buy MNG or TopShop or Zara untill after spm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang&lt;br /&gt;Their fashion sense is so updated that sometimes they look older than they are. Yes they only buy MNG  or TopShop or Zara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doolu-doolu&lt;br /&gt;Do not mention about boyfriends to mum or dad if you don't want your parents to play good cop and bad cop with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang&lt;br /&gt;Its okay to mention about having boyfriends to mum or dad. They might invite him to dine with the whole family at an expensive restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doolu-doolu&lt;br /&gt;It takes time to convince mum or dad that you need a car. Not till you're gonna graduate in less than a year then they'll give you a car and that is fortunate enough because some have to work their ass off to buy a car after graduating with a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need a license. You just need to be 16. And daddy dearest will get you a brand new mercedes. wow. gile cam sweet 16!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-6377587111924113727?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/6377587111924113727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=6377587111924113727&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/6377587111924113727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/6377587111924113727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/06/doolu-doolu-dan-sekarang.html' title='Doolu-doolu dan Sekarang.'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-4283517252209573550</id><published>2009-05-28T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:57:19.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good morning.'/><title type='text'>wakey wakey</title><content type='html'>5 things mummy dearest would say to wake her daughter up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Reen ada janji dengan kawan nak breakfast ye? Tu sape tu kat bawah?." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-automatic bangun because curious baboon mana la nk buat surprise breakfast. But she lied no one was down stairs.Terkene sekali. Try 2 or 3 kali mesti tak bangun tido dah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Anak dara apa ni nak bangun tengah hari? Bangun! hanta adik pegi sekolah. Die dah lambat tu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; -This one has no effect on me. I'll ignore and sleep untill I see my sister in her uniform. Thought she lied like number 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Reen! pegi ubah kereta Reen. Blocking kereta mama. Susah mama nak keluar." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- err mama guna la kereta Reen? Baru isi minyak tu. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Dah pukul 11 ni. Cepat bangun!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- padahal jam baru pukul 8 pagi. exaggerate time betul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Reen, bangun Reen. Pegi buat breakfast lepas tu kite pg giant lepas tu.... (and the list goes on and on)"  - oh wow I see how my day is going to be before I open my eyes to see the sun saying hello to me by my bedroom window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;One of the reason to love UTP is freedom to sleep without being disturbed. Anyway, I'd rather my dad wake me up than my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s: Jude came to UTP at last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;over the moon~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-4283517252209573550?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/4283517252209573550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=4283517252209573550&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4283517252209573550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4283517252209573550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/05/wakey-wakey.html' title='wakey wakey'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-4491499667108893363</id><published>2009-05-16T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:19:53.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Dining Hall rumah Encik Nordin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Home is obviously where I want to be now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like cooking for the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;Its simple yet divine.&lt;br /&gt;And the compliments on my cooking ;p&lt;br /&gt;Mum would come in and out the kitchen to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(so far I haven't burn anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad would snooze off on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;Adik would be in her room.&lt;br /&gt;When dinner is served.&lt;br /&gt;We say our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad would say something cute to each other.&lt;br /&gt;If I can remember I'd probably quote it now. But I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I always wonder if me and someone would be as cute as them in the future)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you'll hear laughter from our dining hall.&lt;br /&gt;Probably someone cracked a joke or being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm does evolve around our family conversation sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;No hard feelings tho.&lt;br /&gt;chit chatter, chit chatter.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner is probably the only family time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s : craving for lamb shoulder or even better bbq ribs.  DroOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-4491499667108893363?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/4491499667108893363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=4491499667108893363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4491499667108893363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/4491499667108893363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/05/dining-hall-rumah-encik-nordin.html' title='Dining Hall rumah Encik Nordin'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-5095155963467273923</id><published>2009-05-12T20:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:53:45.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music.'/><title type='text'>Tragic Kingdom</title><content type='html'>Omg!&lt;br /&gt;No Doubt did an appearance in Gossip Girl!&lt;br /&gt;Which reminded me of sex pistols. Probably it was the setting in that episode.&lt;br /&gt;They performed "Stand and deliver " which was originally from  Adam and the Ants&lt;br /&gt;But it was super exciting to see them just like they were 14 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been a fan since Don't Speak and I was 11 or 12 that time. They were like the first rock band that I ever liked and still like till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Gwen was co-cool when she still had her bindies, pink/platinum blond hair, red hot lips and bra over a tank top. Her style was uniquely crazy. Very inspiring. Kinda my inspiring character when I was a kid while other kids would have superman or sailormoon. You know.. the typical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I grew up listening to their songs, I found a girl who like No Doubt as much as I do in college. We eventually found few girls who play instruments and started a band but it wasn't mainly based on No Doubt. We played cover for most of No Doubt's hits like "Just A Girl", "Spiderwebs" and we did attempt to try "Sunday Morning" .  Their songs are keyboard friendly. Me LOVE. Eventho some of their keyboard parts are a killer. Oh girls, shall we try don't speak, bathwater, running, new and sunday morning? please, please before I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I would like to say.. No Doubt, please go on a World Tour and hit KL. I bet you guys have so many fans who love you guys to bits and pieces like I do till now. I would definately go to your concert even if I have a freggin test/quiz the next day or lets just hope you guys come here after I graduate. That would be even more awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sgl-X0Bk2_I/AAAAAAAAANs/ATGQFNKzCkU/s1600-h/no_doubt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sgl-X0Bk2_I/AAAAAAAAANs/ATGQFNKzCkU/s400/no_doubt1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334934181164407794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's all ending&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop pretending who we are... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-5095155963467273923?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/5095155963467273923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=5095155963467273923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5095155963467273923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5095155963467273923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/05/tragic-kingdom.html' title='Tragic Kingdom'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sgl-X0Bk2_I/AAAAAAAAANs/ATGQFNKzCkU/s72-c/no_doubt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-5908288620451341998</id><published>2009-05-11T13:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:51:48.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pantai angin bayu'/><title type='text'>lazy monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Let's pack our bags and lie on the easy street,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Feel the water on our backs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But we carry on dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Where we can finally be where we'd like to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Darling just you and me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;just you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I feel extra lazy and tired of living the everyday routine today not just today. Since study week. I need a beach vacation.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-5908288620451341998?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/5908288620451341998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=5908288620451341998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5908288620451341998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5908288620451341998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/05/lazy-monday.html' title='lazy monday'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-2949412992161050263</id><published>2009-05-07T03:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T03:16:29.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aku bukan skandal'/><title type='text'>The Scandalous Life Of Manhattan Elite</title><content type='html'>Ceh.. tajuk macam Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;But its not about Gossip Girl and Georgyna is back for good?OMG!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Adreen spill no more or not a heart maybe broken)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About scandals.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we refer two people who happen to date as scandal?&lt;br /&gt;I find the word scandal is kinda harsh because to me, scandals or flings are temporary and you don't really have real feelings for your scandal.&lt;br /&gt;Like this ex-scandal once told me "you are just my scandal, Ad"&lt;br /&gt;and it did hurt to know that because at that moment I did totally fell for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if my calculations plus experience is right a scandal can last between 3 to 6 months &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which I wouldn't wish to happen at my state of happiness at the moment)&lt;/span&gt;. Then find a new one. When the new one gets boring and the old one looks more interesting, go back to the old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even a more classic example, have a scandal with someone -&gt; leave the scandal for a stable relationship -&gt; relationship gets messy -&gt; break up with a bf -&gt; go back to the old scandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I bringing up this issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because something like this occured :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;someone:ko dengan die ape cite? scandal eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;me: err no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;someone: dah tu ko date ngan die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;me: memang la. tapi tu bukan scandal sebab aku ada perasaan kat die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;someone: so ko panggil tu ape?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;me:entah la tapi bukan scandal la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it does not mean if two people are dating they have to be scandals. They are not in a relationship but just dating. As simple as that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-2949412992161050263?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/2949412992161050263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=2949412992161050263&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2949412992161050263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/2949412992161050263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/05/scandalous-life-of-manhattan-elite.html' title='The Scandalous Life Of Manhattan Elite'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405630799940883116.post-5891852167228181513</id><published>2009-05-05T20:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:29:22.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sakit.'/><title type='text'>The day I found that I was talkative and eat too much.</title><content type='html'>I accidentally woke up at 3 am and find something hurtfully annoying that felt like my whole left jaw swelled.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(well, that was the main reason i accidentally woke up) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me the times i wore braces and ulcers popped out like mushrooms after rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;Pure suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days where sodium chloride was the only cure.Even bonjela couldn't defeat annoying hurtful ulcers.&lt;br /&gt;Mind me, I was immune for a while the feeling of burning sensation in my mouth and watery eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I can't really eat, I can't really talk properly now&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wtf.. I can't chew chicken! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(baru balik dari dinner)&lt;/span&gt; and I didn't talk throughout dinner or the whole hour of searching oral aid. That's amazing for some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't suggest drink more water coz I am drinking till I pee my pants...not literally and I already bought bonjela because oral aid tak de. wtf lagi!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blergh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s:The IRC is buzzing with study groups and couples studying. Its effin cold in here maybe I should wear a 'fur' coat eskimo-ish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405630799940883116-5891852167228181513?l=adreennordin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/feeds/5891852167228181513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405630799940883116&amp;postID=5891852167228181513&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5891852167228181513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405630799940883116/posts/default/5891852167228181513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adreennordin.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-i-found-that-i-was-talkative-and.html' title='The day I found that I was talkative and eat too much.'/><author><name>Adreen Nordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705474442298058430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCxrkDWAIvs/Sp8IRWtoYEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3mMVXleS0u4/S220/pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
