<?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-6427356343330779352</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:33:09.500-08:00</updated><category term='Community Outreach Program'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Growing Up'/><category term='Universiti Malaya'/><category term='Nerds United'/><category term='Birthday Shout Outs'/><category term='Girlfriends'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Through my eyes, the world is pink</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-7876884082149992515</id><published>2012-02-04T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T03:03:27.282-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universiti Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Up'/><title type='text'>Multi-tasker</title><content type='html'>In my attempts of moving on with my life from all those bad memories in 2011, I, Puteri Eleni have gotten myself involved in quite a number of activities at the University of Malaya. Signing up for these activities is also a desperate need to get as many co-curricular&amp;nbsp;points as I can to stay in my residential college next year. Sad, I know. I have always known myself to be a multi-tasker ever since I was in secondary school. However,I have never been this busy over my activities like I am now 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgQbv-yrUTQ/Ty0P45nv0mI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/nm5vzP5oPpE/s1600/IMG_1827.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgQbv-yrUTQ/Ty0P45nv0mI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/nm5vzP5oPpE/s320/IMG_1827.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My pink day planner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of activities I have signed up for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Treasurer for ALSA (Asian Law Student Association) of UM.&lt;br /&gt;2. Vice president for KEMAS (Environment Week)&lt;br /&gt;3. Head of protocol for FRENSTER 12 (Festival Rumah Terbuka Kolej 12)&lt;br /&gt;4. Production Team for KK12's Theatre production ( Designer for banners, posters, flyers and brochures)&lt;br /&gt;5. Committed member of COP (Community Outreach Program)&lt;br /&gt;6. Mooter for the IMC (Internal moot competition)&lt;br /&gt;7. Coach my secondary school's debate team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this, AND I have to keep my CGPA up? I CAN DO THIS &amp;gt;:) AND! Keep my cool along the way! Okay, Gotta go get ready for dinner. My family has finally decided to come out of its rabbit hole. We are GOING OUT for dinner tonight! :) Probably Sushi. Bye bye! :3&lt;/div&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/6427356343330779352-7876884082149992515?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/7876884082149992515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/02/multi-tasker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/7876884082149992515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/7876884082149992515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/02/multi-tasker.html' title='Multi-tasker'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgQbv-yrUTQ/Ty0P45nv0mI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/nm5vzP5oPpE/s72-c/IMG_1827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-2541256582231130718</id><published>2012-02-02T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T01:25:57.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universiti Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>When I'm stressed up, I clean up!</title><content type='html'>The title of my post can be some form of slogan if you kept repeating it. I am writing this right now because I am bored. I am currently at the 12th residential college of the University of Malaya for... wait for it... theatre camp. No joke =.= Though the idea of Puteri Eleni in a Malay theatre production does not add up, it would if you knew my motive. I signed up for this shin-dig due to my desperate need to stay on at my&amp;nbsp;residential&amp;nbsp;college. Although I own a driver's licence, it'll be a long time till my parents allow me to bring anything on wheels. The furthest I have been so far? Putting the keys in to start the car =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**2 days later. Hanafi came to use his laptop so my writing was stopped abruptly**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Li8vvdHLR4U/TyqWG5LxIJI/AAAAAAAAELY/mpm0Bxi5Ivo/s1600/IMG_1871.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Li8vvdHLR4U/TyqWG5LxIJI/AAAAAAAAELY/mpm0Bxi5Ivo/s320/IMG_1871.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at all the books I bought from Book Excess :D Love that place! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in my room. MY CLEAN room, if I do say so myself. After I got back from coaching my old secondary school's debate team, I found myself getting irritated by the sight of my wardrobe and books all covered with dust. I cringed at the thought of having to actually spend the next two weeks in that state. After spending about 5 hours in my room cleaning every single dust-covered surface I could find, the room was spotless :)BEHOLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Ftk2ahu4uM/TyqWQy8CREI/AAAAAAAAELw/fezO1HX8Kr0/s1600/IMG_1865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Ftk2ahu4uM/TyqWQy8CREI/AAAAAAAAELw/fezO1HX8Kr0/s320/IMG_1865.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Posters, pictures, and drawings have been pasted nicely on my board...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HLb_CrahLRc/TyqWSi6QraI/AAAAAAAAEL4/6ooI5Eddt-8/s1600/IMG_1867.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HLb_CrahLRc/TyqWSi6QraI/AAAAAAAAEL4/6ooI5Eddt-8/s320/IMG_1867.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Study table cleaned and organised...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l38iHPaUtgo/TyqWWBM11oI/AAAAAAAAEMI/_fbCEFvppKU/s1600/IMG_1870.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l38iHPaUtgo/TyqWWBM11oI/AAAAAAAAEMI/_fbCEFvppKU/s320/IMG_1870.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dressing table dusted and rearranged! :D Although it does still look disorganised... 0.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs Happily* I am happy to know that if I failed law school, I would still have hope to work as a professional cleaner B) Yeah, Puteri's professional polishing :) I can see it now... My next door neighbour just passed away. I can hear echoes of drumming and some Chinese instruments playing as I type this. Its trumpet sounds have been heard for three hours now. I feel sad for him. I remember seeing how healthy he was every morning before I went to school. I would be waiting at my front porch for the bus, and he would be at his front porch doing his morning stretches. We would always exchange smiles. I, would silently nod to him, knowing that no matter how old you get, exercise would always be important and he nod back. If I could guess his thoughts every morning, it would be, 'There goes that loud little girl...'. LOL. I hope he rest in peace :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSWFBEdJIMI/TyqWIx2z9DI/AAAAAAAAELg/9p-dRfr7BaA/s1600/425995_10150581370772962_584387961_9034943_1326327489_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSWFBEdJIMI/TyqWIx2z9DI/AAAAAAAAELg/9p-dRfr7BaA/s320/425995_10150581370772962_584387961_9034943_1326327489_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, designing posters for the theatre production :) I do well with computers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is throbbing for some reason. Due to this, I can't solve my moot question. It becomes a problem because the memorial I'm supposed to prepare for is due on the 13th. I think it's my hormones again. Yesterday, at 10 pm, I suddenly had this bad craving for cake. I pestered my mum to drive to the nearest cake shop to purchase them. Surprisingly, this one shop was still open :o I bought RM 23 worth 0.0 Yummm. Cake :) And today, I had this queer need of eating fish. I ate keropok lekor for lunch. A whole bag full of it, mind you, and dinner was fish and chips. I am not pregnant if that's what you're thinking. I'm a good girl :D *Gedik*. The world is slightly spinning now and I am getting worried. I think I'll lie down for a bit. Goodnight, peeps! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-2541256582231130718?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/2541256582231130718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-im-stressed-up-i-clean-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/2541256582231130718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/2541256582231130718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-im-stressed-up-i-clean-up.html' title='When I&apos;m stressed up, I clean up!'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Li8vvdHLR4U/TyqWG5LxIJI/AAAAAAAAELY/mpm0Bxi5Ivo/s72-c/IMG_1871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-7298719253005403582</id><published>2012-01-30T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T01:28:27.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nerds United'/><title type='text'>The smell and images of January</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fJUM5Ib_h4I/Tya1L95s2-I/AAAAAAAAEKw/y3DxOWRGBwE/s1600/IMG_1850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fJUM5Ib_h4I/Tya1L95s2-I/AAAAAAAAEKw/y3DxOWRGBwE/s320/IMG_1850.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went... out of all things, jogging last Saturday morning :) It was at around 7 am and believe or not, I was actually awake. I met up with my secondary school friends the night before at Pappa Rich before they planned the whole thing. There was me, Raihan, Shobha, Fara and her boyfriend, K, Izzat, Jeremy and Alyf. I just realised something after typing all the names above. Apart from K, who&amp;nbsp;transferred to my school late, we were all prefects =.= Ahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYl5bGvPD84/Tya7Bc_nrWI/AAAAAAAAELQ/itxYiw0PA6s/s1600/IMG_1846.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYl5bGvPD84/Tya7Bc_nrWI/AAAAAAAAELQ/itxYiw0PA6s/s320/IMG_1846.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not particularly like jogging. If I didn't have an Ipod or MP3 with me, jogging would have been a very boring exercise. You can't really talk to your friends because you're too busy saving your breath and breathing through your nose to keep your stamina. And the only entertaining thing about it, to me at least would be staring at your feet as it goes front and back, front and back.*Scoffs*.The only reason I agreed to do so that morning is that I missed my high school friends that much. While jogging, my boredom got the best of me, and I decided to take pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the photographs I took while jogging at Desa Park City that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DIideZ3dB_4/Tya1QheTSVI/AAAAAAAAEK4/nCzkHrxgJhc/s1600/IMG_1832.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DIideZ3dB_4/Tya1QheTSVI/AAAAAAAAEK4/nCzkHrxgJhc/s320/IMG_1832.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Heu11LiMCQI/Tya1Sb_paiI/AAAAAAAAELA/i9K7XLjJN14/s1600/IMG_1834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Heu11LiMCQI/Tya1Sb_paiI/AAAAAAAAELA/i9K7XLjJN14/s320/IMG_1834.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8b5JEJgzv1o/Tya1Tx7tLmI/AAAAAAAAELI/0YRdt9Pscjw/s1600/IMG_1841.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8b5JEJgzv1o/Tya1Tx7tLmI/AAAAAAAAELI/0YRdt9Pscjw/s320/IMG_1841.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I concur with the fact that every month has its own smell. For January? It would be the smell of hot burning rubber. Hartiharhar. Okay, I gotta go teach my sister additional mathematics now :D Funny. I still remember how to do quadratics 0.0 Okay, tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-7298719253005403582?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/7298719253005403582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/smell-and-images-of-january.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/7298719253005403582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/7298719253005403582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/smell-and-images-of-january.html' title='The smell and images of January'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fJUM5Ib_h4I/Tya1L95s2-I/AAAAAAAAEKw/y3DxOWRGBwE/s72-c/IMG_1850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-6604382444700498994</id><published>2012-01-30T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T01:41:48.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nerds United'/><title type='text'>Red and Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Gong xi! Gong xi! Happy Chinese New Year to all you Chinese readers! :D (If there are any :I) I am currently on a three-week break from my University of Malaya life and am honestly having such a splendid time at home. The cold air the air conditioner brings, the warm water my water heater brings and not forgetting the nice smell of home cooked spaghetti is home sweet home to me. I forgot how comfortable home is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RGq8eFEKNdo/TyantRptDUI/AAAAAAAAEKI/2fEQOyW-zjI/s1600/IMG_1804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RGq8eFEKNdo/TyantRptDUI/AAAAAAAAEKI/2fEQOyW-zjI/s320/IMG_1804.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tan and me at Cha Time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chinese New Year was last week and it somehow reminded me of grandma :) Anything Chinese reminds me of grandma these days and am currently wearing her old pajamas. *Sighs* I spent my New Year's with my Chinese friends. Ben invited me for dinner last Thursday with Yoong Ying, Jeremy and Tan :) We ate at Belfasto's, an Italian store in Aman Puri. Bumped into Louise there, who I have not seen in a long time too. I really do need to catch up with her. I have just been too busy to do so :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-04PwwewGoJ0/Tyant9Q_7fI/AAAAAAAAEKM/jf1CzIm7mWA/s1600/IMG_1806.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-04PwwewGoJ0/Tyant9Q_7fI/AAAAAAAAEKM/jf1CzIm7mWA/s320/IMG_1806.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to taste their pizza. I feel that every Italian store must have a good tasting pizza. A good pizza for me, is the backbone of every good Italian restaurant! &amp;gt;:) Sorry. I get really passionate when it comes to Italian food. I love my Italian food. If I died and went to heaven, I hope they have pasta there :) Jeremy told me that their pizza has only four slices and so, I ordered one whole pizza to myself. Jeremy was wrong &amp;gt;:( It was HUGEE. It had eight HUGE slices! I could never have finished that =.= I ended up eating only 4 and forced &amp;nbsp;Tan and Jeremy to finish the rest :3 Heee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dathSWYvjMg/TyanwNH_whI/AAAAAAAAEKY/ByhiqQOk-v4/s1600/IMG_1820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dathSWYvjMg/TyanwNH_whI/AAAAAAAAEKY/ByhiqQOk-v4/s320/IMG_1820.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jeremy explaining the game rules...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to Jen's house for a gathering :) Jen just got back from New Zealand and Thomas just got back from Singapore so it was about time the lot of us got back together to catch up :) I was so happy they invited me too. We played Taboo at Jen's house. As always, my competitive side got over me 0.0 Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-00s6fnzd-a8/TyanxvMuxUI/AAAAAAAAEKg/3dWLT5P21kg/s1600/IMG_1853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-00s6fnzd-a8/TyanxvMuxUI/AAAAAAAAEKg/3dWLT5P21kg/s320/IMG_1853.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team lost though T.T Whyyyy. We lost by one point.WE SHALL NOT LOSE AGAIN NEXT TIME &amp;gt;:( I love Taboo. I think I'll buy one for my own just so I can win the game for once. I always lose at Taboo =.= &amp;nbsp;Spending a lot of time with them lately has brought nostalgic moments. I miss making Tan all flustered with my dumb questions, and I miss making fun of Jeremy's clothes :) I miss laughing at funny remarks with Yoong Ying and I miss rambling with Bu Yeow. I miss talking superheroes and tv with Ben and I especially miss the environment where everybody in the room is eligible to enter mensa except me =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30_CWaT3N50/TyazaEC-5nI/AAAAAAAAEKo/YBTtjN-7J3U/s1600/IMG_1814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30_CWaT3N50/TyazaEC-5nI/AAAAAAAAEKo/YBTtjN-7J3U/s320/IMG_1814.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to my constant bullying of Tan, I edited my info on his phone :) HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYBODY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-6604382444700498994?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/6604382444700498994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/red-and-gold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/6604382444700498994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/6604382444700498994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/red-and-gold.html' title='Red and Gold'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RGq8eFEKNdo/TyantRptDUI/AAAAAAAAEKI/2fEQOyW-zjI/s72-c/IMG_1804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-1924201201506852756</id><published>2012-01-23T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T07:08:21.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Cotton tails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am currently obsessed with rabbits. I have always admired rabbits ever since I saw an actual one when I was about 8 or 9 at the rabbit park in Bukit Tinggi. Imagine an eight year old Puteri running around the rabbit park and carrying those fluffy little things in her arms. Yeah, that was a fun day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yo6w-7x98eY/Tx1tMC4I-6I/AAAAAAAAEJc/4GJIM5xuTjY/s1600/cute-fluffy-white-baby-rabbit-400x417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yo6w-7x98eY/Tx1tMC4I-6I/AAAAAAAAEJc/4GJIM5xuTjY/s320/cute-fluffy-white-baby-rabbit-400x417.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, anyway, I got really obsessed with them from last week when we were all eating at a mamak restaurant when suddenly the topic that was being discussed was rabbit burger. I thought it was inhumane to do something like that. I have always known they existed, mind you, but I never thought anyone of my friends would actually eat the cute little things 0.0 What made it worse? They were teasing me on purpose!! They kept telling me how delicious Bunny burgers were. WAAA :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aP7MUJ8B4Ck/Tx1tfTyvyPI/AAAAAAAAEJk/pEACRx7gwC0/s1600/GE7097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aP7MUJ8B4Ck/Tx1tfTyvyPI/AAAAAAAAEJk/pEACRx7gwC0/s320/GE7097.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have placed this picture of Honey Senpai's bunny as a wallpaper as a form of protest to my friends who say they're gonna force me to eat a bunny burger one day, which I find repulsive! This is also the bunny I plan to buy online. I need something to cuddle up to at night. Cuddling something just lowers my stress level you know? Ivan is too small for me now :( Ivan is my BLUE BUNNY toy. He used to be much bigger in size when I was little. Now, a lot of his cotton has fallen out and he looks like he lost a lot of weight :( Poor Ivan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhPlxEszimU/Tx1tfkRHZMI/AAAAAAAAEJo/FvQkR6BYqV0/s1600/Honey-Senpai-ouran-high-school-host-club-16679193-400-300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhPlxEszimU/Tx1tfkRHZMI/AAAAAAAAEJo/FvQkR6BYqV0/s320/Honey-Senpai-ouran-high-school-host-club-16679193-400-300.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I made an agreement with my dad yesterday that I wouldn't spend on anything&amp;nbsp;unnecessary for the next six months. He's really mad at the fact that I have been spending a lot of money on clothes. I really do have that problem, don't I? :( So, imma gonna wait for my birthday and beg anyone who asks me, "What do you want for my birthday?" and show them this picture of Honey Senpai's bunny. This plan is FULL PROOF! &amp;gt;:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-1924201201506852756?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/1924201201506852756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/cotton-tails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/1924201201506852756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/1924201201506852756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/cotton-tails.html' title='Cotton tails'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yo6w-7x98eY/Tx1tMC4I-6I/AAAAAAAAEJc/4GJIM5xuTjY/s72-c/cute-fluffy-white-baby-rabbit-400x417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-6751712722318923636</id><published>2012-01-23T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T06:01:28.274-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universiti Malaya'/><title type='text'>These are my friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who never fail to make me laugh :) Especially when we're in the library...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2fc443e23d5cc9e3" 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" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2fc443e23d5cc9e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332245705%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84AE5453CA7F718232F416FD5993BB8BD6D348CC.60C5AFF790C33C11E8B9BBCC792E94B45CA70274%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2fc443e23d5cc9e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeotvQZ5ZRlZe_QCGwqv_XM6cJdY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2fc443e23d5cc9e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332245705%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84AE5453CA7F718232F416FD5993BB8BD6D348CC.60C5AFF790C33C11E8B9BBCC792E94B45CA70274%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2fc443e23d5cc9e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeotvQZ5ZRlZe_QCGwqv_XM6cJdY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&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/6427356343330779352-6751712722318923636?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/6751712722318923636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/6751712722318923636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/6751712722318923636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='These are my friends...'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-6323191329889722507</id><published>2012-01-22T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T07:35:29.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universiti Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Photography in Pink Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In this, post, I, Puteri Eleni shall fulfill my short term dream as a travel TV host around the pink corner of the law faculty of the University of Malaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shWTJmOleM8/TxwlkAjwggI/AAAAAAAAEJU/E2Ek4AMPtqc/s1600/IMG_1701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shWTJmOleM8/TxwlkAjwggI/AAAAAAAAEJU/E2Ek4AMPtqc/s320/IMG_1701.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my TV Tour guide look :P or just me flipping my hijab around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let's begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here, we have Zufarsyah on the phone with his mummy :) The view from pink corner is truly spectacular isn't it? If you stare at the forest for a long itme, you can even see lizards crawling! :) I named one of them Gilbert :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rCakhlf7vY/TxwlZNEyQYI/AAAAAAAAEIc/isJmbINyl-E/s1600/IMG_1524.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rCakhlf7vY/TxwlZNEyQYI/AAAAAAAAEIc/isJmbINyl-E/s320/IMG_1524.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here, we have a very stressed up girl who's constantly thinking about her family, her love life, and friends. Trying to keep herself busy, this girl is determined to move on from all the negative energy that has befallen on her in 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4md0QzG83m4/TxwlaoOqbzI/AAAAAAAAEIk/OlyzpAOUWVA/s1600/IMG_1526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4md0QzG83m4/TxwlaoOqbzI/AAAAAAAAEIk/OlyzpAOUWVA/s320/IMG_1526.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here, we have Winnie's nails. Red and shiny like a brand new apple, she keeps them constantly buffed and ready for action as a hottie she knows she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iqacFHrouVY/TxwlcVGbpEI/AAAAAAAAEIs/N4FahjglTIA/s1600/IMG_1527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iqacFHrouVY/TxwlcVGbpEI/AAAAAAAAEIs/N4FahjglTIA/s320/IMG_1527.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And below, we have a very stylish sort of person. He is also known as Aqmal or sometimes betterly known as Alexander. Why, you ask? I simply do not know. He has a knack in fashion and is always ready to be a girl's best friend. Yet, what goes on under that thick brown head of his is a mystery to even himself at times. Intriguing, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bXjvCxCOhlA/Txwlc4s6Z7I/AAAAAAAAEIw/rg4PFSWXsBw/s1600/IMG_1528.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bXjvCxCOhlA/Txwlc4s6Z7I/AAAAAAAAEIw/rg4PFSWXsBw/s320/IMG_1528.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beside Zufar, you can find Dylan Chong. Originated from Sabah, this boy enjoys making people laugh and even has an identical twin brother. Exciting, no? He is most famous for his 'predictions' in exam questions and is also well known for his blur attitude. Constantly reminding people of Ethan Craft of Lizzie Mcguire, it is unsure at times whether what he's saying is truly a joke or a serious comment. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W8eav7w7FT0/TxwleWAeEUI/AAAAAAAAEI8/3_U2IHyF8n4/s1600/IMG_1619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W8eav7w7FT0/TxwleWAeEUI/AAAAAAAAEI8/3_U2IHyF8n4/s320/IMG_1619.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaah. The common law book. One of the most deadly things a law student can have in their arms. Deadly to both their opponents as well as the students themselves unfortunately T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tTmTydHwi78/TxwlgbpSKvI/AAAAAAAAEJE/pMNcoS3Jg1w/s1600/IMG_1622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tTmTydHwi78/TxwlgbpSKvI/AAAAAAAAEJE/pMNcoS3Jg1w/s320/IMG_1622.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed your tour. Souveniers are on the right before the exit! Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-6323191329889722507?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/6323191329889722507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/photography-in-pink-corner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/6323191329889722507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/6323191329889722507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/photography-in-pink-corner.html' title='Photography in Pink Corner'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shWTJmOleM8/TxwlkAjwggI/AAAAAAAAEJU/E2Ek4AMPtqc/s72-c/IMG_1701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-7157687966846456234</id><published>2012-01-22T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T06:58:18.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universiti Malaya'/><title type='text'>With the dudes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Many things happened during the examination week. Some of those things include:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Zufar's birthday! He is the first among my batch mates to turn 20! :) You are no longer a teen. The day before, Nadeem said he bought me red velvet cake :) Yumm. But then his girlfriend ate it before it even got to me :( Which was alright by me since it's his gf. She gets priority over cake :( The next day, I asked Ijlal to buy me a red velvet cake, in which he did :) Yay! I got my red velvet. I decided to save it for that night to eat for dessert right after my dinner. However, just as I wanted to eat it, Nadeem told me it was Zufar's birthday so I decided to let them use my cake as Zufar's birthday cake, instead. Ngeah. I wasn't meant to eat red velvet that week =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OYL2IcYdtO4/TxwIE3GjQMI/AAAAAAAAEHM/2c8zCiJm0N8/s1600/IMG_1600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OYL2IcYdtO4/TxwIE3GjQMI/AAAAAAAAEHM/2c8zCiJm0N8/s320/IMG_1600.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We ate out almost every night. No, wait. Every meal =.= Breakfast, lunch, tea time, dinner, and even supper! I miss home cooked food. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhU_8xZ5I1Q/TxwIGvwYb8I/AAAAAAAAEHU/HEGFntwDdiw/s1600/IMG_1603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhU_8xZ5I1Q/TxwIGvwYb8I/AAAAAAAAEHU/HEGFntwDdiw/s320/IMG_1603.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I just realised I got myself committed to A LOT OF ACTIVITIES! &amp;nbsp;My life now revolves around Universiti Malaya. Which is sad T_T I am now committed as a treasurer for ALSA UM (Asian Law Student Assiociation UM), a member of COP (Community Outreach program), A member for the&amp;nbsp;theatre&amp;nbsp;club (I entered this to stay in college), vice&amp;nbsp;president of KEMAS&amp;nbsp;( I actually forgot what this stands for... But it's to save the environment) and am the head of the protocol team for FRENSTER 12 (An open house event for my college). Oh, and I also joined the interpart moot competition =.= I am so dead this second semester T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VU6sZSNYWEU/TxwIHNMwwHI/AAAAAAAAEHY/EfbZx-Ss8vI/s1600/IMG_1606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VU6sZSNYWEU/TxwIHNMwwHI/AAAAAAAAEHY/EfbZx-Ss8vI/s320/IMG_1606.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.We've been literally spending the night at the law faculty. No joke =.= There was that one time where Zufar told a ghost story in the car and I refused to go up to my room alone 0.0 So, me and my friends spent the night at the law faculty till 5 am. WHICH WAS A BAD IDEA! Because there were just SO MANY WEIRD SOUNDS THAT NIGHT THAT I REFUSE TO TALK ABOUT HERE BECAUSE THEY WERE JUST SO FREAKING SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFTftLemBkM/TxwIOpR3KBI/AAAAAAAAEHk/7sY-eyoCjuk/s1600/IMG_1387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFTftLemBkM/TxwIOpR3KBI/AAAAAAAAEHk/7sY-eyoCjuk/s320/IMG_1387.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nights outdoors are sometimes freezing cold 0.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. On a calmer note, my friends and I love to play with my webcam! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HtHvP_Ir56I/TxwIjsuo4EI/AAAAAAAAEHs/uwykX6WCxJ4/s1600/Image184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HtHvP_Ir56I/TxwIjsuo4EI/AAAAAAAAEHs/uwykX6WCxJ4/s320/Image184.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2h1sBnpf-Vo/TxwIkAzNaAI/AAAAAAAAEHw/hYPtddTtySE/s1600/Image190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2h1sBnpf-Vo/TxwIkAzNaAI/AAAAAAAAEHw/hYPtddTtySE/s320/Image190.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TIoi-OmJyUk/TxwIkq9XqFI/AAAAAAAAEH4/NlrtC6PlhNc/s1600/Image201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TIoi-OmJyUk/TxwIkq9XqFI/AAAAAAAAEH4/NlrtC6PlhNc/s320/Image201.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I PLAYED RUGBY LIKE A DUDE! &amp;gt;:) &amp;nbsp;That's right :) The guys invited me to play rugby that day :D My first reaction? SAY WHAT? With this face: 0.o I told them I didn't know how to play. My only experience of rugby was sitting by the stands and watching my friend, Afiq play to the championship. I was the person taking care of the registration counter :) That's about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Naf4u7IjB8g/TxwZTkgR87I/AAAAAAAAEIE/Tdd_rsuXTFw/s1600/IMG_1555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Naf4u7IjB8g/TxwZTkgR87I/AAAAAAAAEIE/Tdd_rsuXTFw/s320/IMG_1555.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sweaty us :D Me, Uyaina, Aqmal and Charissa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The boys said they were playing touch rugby, and not the rough tackling kind, thank god =.= Honestly? I sucked at it. There I was, holding the ball (is that what you call it?) and running AWAY from the goal. Nadeem was screaming at me to run towards the goal. Oh 0.0 &amp;nbsp;How was I supposed to know that? I got the hang of it pretty soon! I think... I am no longer afraid to just run towards the boys, no matter how big and muscular and scary they looked 0.0 It was also the time I found out rugby was completely different from American football. I kept yelling, 24, 56, 82! HUT HUT HUT! and the boys kept laughing and said that was american football and not rugby. Pfft. Big diff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SqNvT2OSJpQ/Txwdm0mGKbI/AAAAAAAAEIM/iPQ45b-S9eM/s1600/IMG_1572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SqNvT2OSJpQ/Txwdm0mGKbI/AAAAAAAAEIM/iPQ45b-S9eM/s320/IMG_1572.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nadeem, Dylan and Hafeez racing towards me coz I was the finish line! :D Nadeem won btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I also kept yelling touchdown! Which was also for american football only and not rugby. For rugby, a goal is called a try. Ooh... &amp;nbsp;(Big diff.). It felt so nice to just run again! For those of who have read my last blog, you'd know how much I hate running, but you guys would also know how good my stamina was :) &amp;nbsp;It's been three years since I played sports and it felt so nice to just run and sweat and pant. I felt healthy and strong! :D Even though my rugby skills still need polishing, I go to the field every time they invite me! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tkp48Ikog9I/Txweq9LDS5I/AAAAAAAAEIU/VHlQR-gAADA/s1600/IMG_1569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tkp48Ikog9I/Txweq9LDS5I/AAAAAAAAEIU/VHlQR-gAADA/s320/IMG_1569.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dylan getting ready to sprint! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've become quite close to my UM friends already :) They're different than my UiTM friends as well as my BSD friends. They have that really crazy edge to them =.= I blame the stressful environment. I love my evenings with them where we just hang out over a sugared doughnut or just having a race on the field :) Easily said, I think I have a new family in UM and I'm happy to be with them! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/6427356343330779352-7157687966846456234?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/7157687966846456234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-exams-we-have-closer-we-become.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/7157687966846456234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/7157687966846456234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-exams-we-have-closer-we-become.html' title='With the dudes'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OYL2IcYdtO4/TxwIE3GjQMI/AAAAAAAAEHM/2c8zCiJm0N8/s72-c/IMG_1600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-4156322868824428360</id><published>2012-01-22T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T04:51:27.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universiti Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Photography on the field</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My friends and I have been spending a lot of time at the field in front of the law faculty lately :) And what better way to embrace the beauty of the evening atmosphere of the field than taking pictures of it! :) These pictures were taken by two of my best friends who are also good photographers: Alexander Alderfique and Mr. HJ :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZWIAX6PVVk/TxwE_JpsUSI/AAAAAAAAEGk/Jp5edS_w1HI/s1600/IMG_1550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZWIAX6PVVk/TxwE_JpsUSI/AAAAAAAAEGk/Jp5edS_w1HI/s320/IMG_1550.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the field me and my friends play rugby in. That is for another post 0.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oCUgXprg4MA/TxwFBL69-mI/AAAAAAAAEGs/vhv-t1YHhf0/s1600/IMG_1554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oCUgXprg4MA/TxwFBL69-mI/AAAAAAAAEGs/vhv-t1YHhf0/s320/IMG_1554.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's Hafeez walking all alone in the field, right before rugby time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pReW0ixYYZw/TxwFD9ShPBI/AAAAAAAAEG0/e7j3bXT_0Qg/s1600/IMG_1566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pReW0ixYYZw/TxwFD9ShPBI/AAAAAAAAEG0/e7j3bXT_0Qg/s320/IMG_1566.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is mee! :D In a skirt! :D And I don't know why I was wearing a skirt at the field 0.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e9fn5HyIokY/TxwFH0XeayI/AAAAAAAAEG8/J8Vra-52hCE/s1600/IMG_1570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e9fn5HyIokY/TxwFH0XeayI/AAAAAAAAEG8/J8Vra-52hCE/s320/IMG_1570.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dylan running!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-gxYWknZ88/TxwFJ-iC2PI/AAAAAAAAEHE/KeCZqX7v_-w/s1600/IMG_1571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-gxYWknZ88/TxwFJ-iC2PI/AAAAAAAAEHE/KeCZqX7v_-w/s320/IMG_1571.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And don't forget the crawling fungi that live on it, that gave me a rash that night :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr. HJ. Alexander Alderfique. You two are swell photographers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-4156322868824428360?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/4156322868824428360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/photography-on-field.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/4156322868824428360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/4156322868824428360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/photography-on-field.html' title='Photography on the field'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZWIAX6PVVk/TxwE_JpsUSI/AAAAAAAAEGk/Jp5edS_w1HI/s72-c/IMG_1550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-2391381068931266598</id><published>2012-01-22T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T03:31:35.294-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universiti Malaya'/><title type='text'>Of first years, the pink corner and Nasbal Harun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WARNING: THE FOLLOWING POSTS SHOULD NO BE TRIED AT HOME. I REPEAT. SHOULD NOT BE TRIED AT HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout exam week, all we ever did everyday was meet each other at the Pink Corner of the law faculty and study together. The pink corner is an outdoor corner in the law faculty where all the law students study. However, these days my batchmates have been conquering the place. From morning till night, all the plug points will be used by my friends and there's no peace or quiet over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JXDzjPbxNvE/Txvi9qCBloI/AAAAAAAAEFU/hSbvdblqfnI/s1600/IMG_1548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JXDzjPbxNvE/Txvi9qCBloI/AAAAAAAAEFU/hSbvdblqfnI/s320/IMG_1548.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason the place is called the pink corner is that the walls and lockers there are pink :) We even have a blue corner but we barely spend our time there because the blue corner is indoors, and the library is waay too cold to study in, and it closes early so yes, the pink corner is practically my second home :) Or maybe even first because I spend more time there than I do at home or my dorm room these days. The more time we spend there, the closer we get. I am now close to people I barely even spoke to during my foundation law program in UiTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O7AkkBZoZWs/Txvi8bOkUcI/AAAAAAAAEFM/N_N980Xejlo/s1600/IMG_1537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O7AkkBZoZWs/Txvi8bOkUcI/AAAAAAAAEFM/N_N980Xejlo/s320/IMG_1537.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Take Uyaina and Nasbal for example. I barely said a word or two to any of them during my year in UiTM. Now, these two are the people who make me laugh everyday. In the picture above, Uyaina was trying to draw on Nasbal's face while he was sleeping. What a jigglypuff moment eh? Unfortunately it failed because Nasbal woke up when I snapped this picture 0.0 Didn't matter though, a few days later, Uyaina burnt Nasbal's hair. What? You think I'm joking? AM NOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRvbi2WSFxA/TxvrOakrrUI/AAAAAAAAEGE/OcPQ6iFnjfc/s1600/IMG_1376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRvbi2WSFxA/TxvrOakrrUI/AAAAAAAAEGE/OcPQ6iFnjfc/s320/IMG_1376.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, there we were. Sitting down on the table studying family law if I'm not mistaken. Uyaina was playing with Nasbal's lighter and I was asking Nasbal a family law question to which he gave a very egoistic response. This response somehow intrigued Uyaina to try and see what it would be like to burn his hair. HAHAHAHA. I'm sorry. I just can't stop laughing at the thought of Nasbal's squirell like hair getting burnt! HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJf5Pl6fc9A/TxvjAflB7fI/AAAAAAAAEFo/h57iYXrS5hQ/s1600/IMG_1605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJf5Pl6fc9A/TxvjAflB7fI/AAAAAAAAEFo/h57iYXrS5hQ/s320/IMG_1605.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK! Back to the story. So, Uyaina lit the lighter on Nasbal's front hair, and there it was, a small flame which eventually burnt right up to Nasbal's hair. She and I quickly panicked and started tapping on Nasbal's hair to put the flame out! TRUE STORY AND AM NOT KIDDING YOU!! &amp;nbsp;Nasbal thought we were joking around while we were hitting his head wildly, until he smelled the stench of burnt hair. Have you ever smelled burnt hair? Ladies and gentleman, it ain't honey and roses, I'll tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haztsMyICl0/Txvi_3PsHII/AAAAAAAAEFk/7bESlNRQmec/s1600/IMG_1560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haztsMyICl0/Txvi_3PsHII/AAAAAAAAEFk/7bESlNRQmec/s320/IMG_1560.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I couldn't get a picture or a video even of the whole event because it was too much of a rush :( He ran to the boy's bathroom after that and Uyaina almost followed in to apologise. While Nasbal was busy putting water over his burnt hair, I was being useless outside the boy's bathroom laughing my head off. IT WAS FUNNY. No serious hair damaged happened though, don't worry. Only a bit of the front part of his hair was burnt off which was barely even noticeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruN5KfgzXMM/TxvzdmzW-UI/AAAAAAAAEGc/z3jLrBYBrs4/s1600/IMG_1589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruN5KfgzXMM/TxvzdmzW-UI/AAAAAAAAEGc/z3jLrBYBrs4/s320/IMG_1589.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do not mess with Puteri Eleni and Naseha Uyaina. We play with fire. Which is bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, Nasbal. You overreact sometimes, you know that? I mean, she only burnt your hair. It's not like it's your face or something. But seriously, do not play with fire, because you will get burnt. Okay, kids? Look at my friend, Nasbal Harun now :) He has learnt his lesson from the whole thing and is now sticking to doing people's nails :) He is going to kill me for this post. Too bad he's in Sabah now :P Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-2391381068931266598?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/2391381068931266598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-first-years-pink-corner-and-nasbal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/2391381068931266598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/2391381068931266598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-first-years-pink-corner-and-nasbal.html' title='Of first years, the pink corner and Nasbal Harun'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JXDzjPbxNvE/Txvi9qCBloI/AAAAAAAAEFU/hSbvdblqfnI/s72-c/IMG_1548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-8125783795763876618</id><published>2012-01-22T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T11:02:04.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universiti Malaya'/><title type='text'>Meeting Koreans :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My basic study mantra always starts with me studying at home for study week. Coming to University of Malaya that day during study week was an exception because I had no idea what to study for Law and Society 0.0 As I arrived that day, I got a message from Ika, the ALSA (Asian Law Student Association) president asking me to represent ALSA ( me, being the treasurer) to the Pusan University student study trip conference. My frist reaction? WHAT?! 0.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tROsjdPuY1I/TxvcVUXqPCI/AAAAAAAAEEk/j8pCtsNmh7Y/s1600/IMG_1481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tROsjdPuY1I/TxvcVUXqPCI/AAAAAAAAEEk/j8pCtsNmh7Y/s320/IMG_1481.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was and still am by the way, a first year student! I had never been to any conference! I don't even know how a conference was supposed to go! How was it held?! What do I say?? And most importantly? WHAT DO I WEAR?! I was already on my way when I got her message and I was wearing jeans, a singlet and a sweater over it =.= Nothing conference-ish if I may put it so. I agreed anyway since it was a last minute thing. I found out later that Pusan University is a Korean university :) Oooh! Koreans! I may not be a fan of K-pop and all those Korean dramas (Coz I'm into japanese ones B) ) But meeting Koreans that day sounded pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IL2uUMx5Vdw/TxvehSdMXLI/AAAAAAAAEE8/FXj0pX5aqKM/s1600/386411_549917844740_166901083_31080674_138733194_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IL2uUMx5Vdw/TxvehSdMXLI/AAAAAAAAEE8/FXj0pX5aqKM/s320/386411_549917844740_166901083_31080674_138733194_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there I was. In a pair of jeans,while the rest of them were wearing formal wear and being the youngest UM student representative there, saying hi to lovely Korean law students :) Story of my life. I shall always stand out, no matter what :) Hartiharhar. Korean Law students that I met that day were all VERY MUCH older than me 0.0 I felt intimidated yet relieved that I don't have to wait that long to get a law degree. In Korea, you would have to go to a university to get a degree first and then a law degree. Their school system is also slightly longer than ours so I'm pretty glad at where I was that day 0.0 considering I was actually the only person below 20 in that room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yC_iCPGb0dM/TxvcWygJSoI/AAAAAAAAEEs/vPZ5WtQEuzk/s1600/IMG_1482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yC_iCPGb0dM/TxvcWygJSoI/AAAAAAAAEEs/vPZ5WtQEuzk/s320/IMG_1482.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I later had to take them on a tour around the University of Malaya, which was fine. Until I rode the elevator with them. I smugly thought I could cut the stairs by taking the elevator instead. I almost died that day! Along with the Koreans =.= Can you imagine such an article in the newspaper? Idiotic girl brings foreign students out on a tour and dies in an elevator due to bad luck that day. Idiotic girl also wore jeans when she should have worn formal wear. Hey, it can happen. The elevator got stuck that day and I'm pretty sure it fell! I was holding on to dear life and had to apologise so badly to the Korean students for being such a jinx to the elevator. They didn't mind. Said it was an adventure, even. Such nice people T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rO6Tc0JXIv0/TxvcYfM0X-I/AAAAAAAAEE0/WIjVv-ExrEw/s1600/IMG_1484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rO6Tc0JXIv0/TxvcYfM0X-I/AAAAAAAAEE0/WIjVv-ExrEw/s320/IMG_1484.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Being a first year freshie law student, I REALLY didn't know much about Malaysia's legal world. I answered what I could but there was one conversation that went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korean student: May I ask? What is Malaysia's legal stand on... !@#$%^&amp;amp;* (Words I could not process because I didn't understand the topic they were even speaking about)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I have not learnt that yet. But you know what? I know a lot of good places to eat here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korean student: Really? Do tell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *Nods and looks smart* let us start with Uptown...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I later became facebook friends with that student and 3 others :D See? Being friends, Puteri Style B) I am cool like dat. And that was how my day with the Korean students went :) The end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&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/6427356343330779352-8125783795763876618?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/8125783795763876618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/meeting-koreans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/8125783795763876618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/8125783795763876618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/meeting-koreans.html' title='Meeting Koreans :)'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tROsjdPuY1I/TxvcVUXqPCI/AAAAAAAAEEk/j8pCtsNmh7Y/s72-c/IMG_1481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-6020075415892119621</id><published>2012-01-22T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T03:20:11.997-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Photography in Port Dickson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These were all edited using Instagram :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_KnYzOEw14M/TxvbG3dfuyI/AAAAAAAAEEM/utO_INnyZaU/s1600/IMG_1740.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_KnYzOEw14M/TxvbG3dfuyI/AAAAAAAAEEM/utO_INnyZaU/s320/IMG_1740.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was our campfire that the BOYS made. Fire is a beauty, ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eN3o_AJvf6A/TxvbINC5fgI/AAAAAAAAEEU/0vYkpQlGpm0/s1600/IMG_1743.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eN3o_AJvf6A/TxvbINC5fgI/AAAAAAAAEEU/0vYkpQlGpm0/s320/IMG_1743.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our feet in the sand! :D Nothing like burying our stressed up feet in warm, crab filled sand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yr2L57_zrMg/TxvbKufUYNI/AAAAAAAAEEc/6Uf9wkotU1c/s1600/IMG_1747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yr2L57_zrMg/TxvbKufUYNI/AAAAAAAAEEc/6Uf9wkotU1c/s320/IMG_1747.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS was not edited at all! This was my view from the mat I later laid down on :) Aaahh. I miss that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MBco6YUTf1Q/Txvwld2vohI/AAAAAAAAEGU/0mydzBuOyWA/s1600/IMG_1746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MBco6YUTf1Q/Txvwld2vohI/AAAAAAAAEGU/0mydzBuOyWA/s320/IMG_1746.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was pretty pink sky that evening! :D Seeing it just made me so happppyyyyy! :D Feels good to get back to my photography side after four months of moping :) Puteri Eleni part time photographer is back! &amp;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/6427356343330779352-6020075415892119621?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/6020075415892119621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/photography-in-port-dickson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/6020075415892119621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/6020075415892119621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/photography-in-port-dickson.html' title='Photography in Port Dickson'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_KnYzOEw14M/TxvbG3dfuyI/AAAAAAAAEEM/utO_INnyZaU/s72-c/IMG_1740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-9096526666878466851</id><published>2012-01-22T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T11:05:09.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universiti Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Up'/><title type='text'>Someone like you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WkrQ7wwxkCA/TxvaFEnblEI/AAAAAAAAEEE/KfY3bQwhywo/s1600/IMG_1733.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WkrQ7wwxkCA/TxvaFEnblEI/AAAAAAAAEEE/KfY3bQwhywo/s320/IMG_1733.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there everybody! :) I know I have been MIA for the past 3 months and well, I can actually say I have been MIA since last year... And so, I would like to truly&amp;nbsp;apologise&amp;nbsp;for that :( My life at the university of Malaya has been nothing but hectic and busy. It seems like studying and eating is all I do these days. Sleep? Don't ask. I don't even know what that word means. I have just finished going through two weeks of&amp;nbsp;gruelling&amp;nbsp;exams and I'm pretty sure I failed family law =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nBzIbSPUBsM/TxvRgeP6HLI/AAAAAAAAECs/lG8hF-PVO-U/s1600/IMG_1707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nBzIbSPUBsM/TxvRgeP6HLI/AAAAAAAAECs/lG8hF-PVO-U/s320/IMG_1707.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, at least the last day of exams was fun :) Nadeem (the planner of all planners) decided to make a road trip to PD at the very last minute. We thought it was a pretty cool idea since we were all so tired as it was and basically, we just needed a sleepless night that didn't involve looking at a thick law book. I convinced Ijlal (The old man) to come with us in the end. He didn't want to go at first because he said he wanted to sleep =.= Dude, be young! You're still in your twenties, act like one =.= I convinced him that he could sleep on the beach B) Hehe, sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASfxYbnHwWI/TxvRh-kpXaI/AAAAAAAAEC0/qSBaxiWMjag/s1600/IMG_1708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASfxYbnHwWI/TxvRh-kpXaI/AAAAAAAAEC0/qSBaxiWMjag/s320/IMG_1708.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why so serious? 0.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, off we went. My first ever road trip with my UM friends with no parental or teacher supervision. (Don't worry. Everything was U rated). Four cars drove together to PD that day with more than 10 of us followed. Not bad for a last minute plan B) I think that's what my friends do best. Last minute planning =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQ7DxOiLuYM/TxvaCFnZm9I/AAAAAAAAED8/pewkIO5fO7A/s1600/IMG_1703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQ7DxOiLuYM/TxvaCFnZm9I/AAAAAAAAED8/pewkIO5fO7A/s320/IMG_1703.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of felt bad for Ijlal because he was the one driving the car I was in, and looking at him drive with a solemn face and droopy eyes was not helping my guilt. While the rest of them were sleeping, I was forcing myself to stay awake for him so he wouldn't get bored, or worse actually fall asleep while driving. (He didn't sleep the whole night before that because he was studying for torts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ctsxmQvoKn4/TxvRkpbdfuI/AAAAAAAAEC8/cCdGy1l5iGk/s1600/IMG_1727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ctsxmQvoKn4/TxvRkpbdfuI/AAAAAAAAEC8/cCdGy1l5iGk/s320/IMG_1727.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived an hour and a half later, the first thing Ijlal did was lay down the mat, place his pillow on it and snoozed away. This was at 6pm!! =.= Old man. ANYWAY, while he was snoozing away, Uyaina, Kristina and I jumped, played and had a sandy time B) I. LOVE. THE. BEACH. Syuha played the guitar while we all sang along to it. We, girls, basically felt useless the whole time because all our guy friends (Even ijlal who woke up, collected wood and eventually slept again) were busy finding wood to make fire with and carrying logs and setting up the barbeque. I fail in kemahiran hidup T.T even with an A in it during PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FpFQI6zOiuA/TxvRlblAKWI/AAAAAAAAEDE/xeCaA8KTTFI/s1600/IMG_1739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FpFQI6zOiuA/TxvRlblAKWI/AAAAAAAAEDE/xeCaA8KTTFI/s320/IMG_1739.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Writing our names in the sand :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By nightfall, the fire was set up, and the boys were cooking chicken and sausages on the barbeque :) Yumm! Ijlal couldn't sleep after that because his legs were itchy from all the bug bites. I don't know why he got so many of them. He must be somehow allergic to sand. I had my first roasted&amp;nbsp;marshmallow&amp;nbsp;that night. Haziq cooked it on a stick like they do in the movies and placed it in the fire for me (I was scared I would burn the poor thing). It's the best thing I have ever tasted!! :D They should sell these! The way the marshmallow melts in your mouth! It was awesome! I think I ate about 7 or 8 of them in one go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iQtS1FOR4Wc/TxvRnEEbsUI/AAAAAAAAEDM/Yit-Ttt494s/s1600/IMG_1744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iQtS1FOR4Wc/TxvRnEEbsUI/AAAAAAAAEDM/Yit-Ttt494s/s320/IMG_1744.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Syuha and her guitar :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we all gathered round the campfire and sang our campfire song :D No, actually, they told ghost stories =.= Which was not funny on my part! I hate ghost stories! So, while they were busy scaring each other with the blackberry torchlight in their face (which made the atmosphere scarier!), I laid down on the sand and took a half hour nap. WHICH FAILED. Because everybody was busy screaming and talking too loudly about the ghosts =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AY5MpTv5TzI/TxvYZYGAs5I/AAAAAAAAEDc/NoaraIVlOmc/s1600/IMG_1726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AY5MpTv5TzI/TxvYZYGAs5I/AAAAAAAAEDc/NoaraIVlOmc/s320/IMG_1726.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dylan and Dzul (we call him Uncle) busy at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ghost story sessions stopped and I went to Ijlal's mat and lay down with the intention of truly taking a short nap because like everybody else, I too lacked sleep from studying for the torts exam. As I laid my head on the pillow to shut my eyes, I couldn't help but see the stars that were glittering above me. I had never seen so many stars in my life :) My plans for sleeping that night, were thrown away like a piece of paper in a paper toss game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FL-XjdsuIqQ/TxvYcESSivI/AAAAAAAAEDs/BWNBII0pzwo/s1600/IMG_1745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FL-XjdsuIqQ/TxvYcESSivI/AAAAAAAAEDs/BWNBII0pzwo/s320/IMG_1745.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could anyone fall asleep with the amount of stars that shone that night. My friends saw me just staring at the sky, and they quickly joined in. I could see almost everything that night. The big dipper, Orion's belt, Ursa Major, and even part of the milky way. It was beautiful. I gave a long lecture to Ijlal about the whole science of outer space. (Meet Puteri Eleni.The science geek.) From the big bang theory to the life span of stars. Everything I read about space when I was 9 was literally pictured right above me that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ur1tVhabTBw/TxvYa4-U6PI/AAAAAAAAEDk/lf9ZPUaIEl0/s1600/IMG_1728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ur1tVhabTBw/TxvYa4-U6PI/AAAAAAAAEDk/lf9ZPUaIEl0/s320/IMG_1728.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the sounds of the waves hitting the shores and the about 8 people sharing one pillow and looking at the stars together and laughing, it was one of the best nights of my life :) So there I was, laying on the sand. In PD.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to my friends about family, high school, and basically meaningless stuff that we may never use in our daily lives. It felt nice :) When was the last time I did nothing? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ps1slyux4gg/TxvZ4XBLOKI/AAAAAAAAED0/-I1e9FbWiTs/s1600/IMG_1741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ps1slyux4gg/TxvZ4XBLOKI/AAAAAAAAED0/-I1e9FbWiTs/s320/IMG_1741.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left at about 5am and that was it. Three weeks of not seeing each other :( And sadly, the end of semester 1 in University of Malaya. Aww, well. I am now home and that is why I can actually write this post. There shall be a wave of posts after this. I have warned you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-9096526666878466851?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/9096526666878466851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-miss-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/9096526666878466851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/9096526666878466851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-miss-busy.html' title='Someone like you'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WkrQ7wwxkCA/TxvaFEnblEI/AAAAAAAAEEE/KfY3bQwhywo/s72-c/IMG_1733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-3438942978422408787</id><published>2011-12-21T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T00:52:44.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Up'/><title type='text'>An Apology</title><content type='html'>Heee *makes innocent face* I know I have not been blogging for a loong time and I&amp;nbsp;apologise&amp;nbsp;for that. You know I love you readers :) Sooo, I am in the midst of my finals. WHICH STINKS! If I do say so myself. I shall update my blog as soon as my exams are over. A PROMISE ON THAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-3438942978422408787?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/3438942978422408787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/12/apology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/3438942978422408787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/3438942978422408787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/12/apology.html' title='An Apology'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-2852039028154917462</id><published>2011-11-19T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T05:25:05.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universiti Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community Outreach Program'/><title type='text'>Once again, this week in law school I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1.Volunteered as a bailiff for the International&amp;nbsp;Humanitarian&amp;nbsp;Law &amp;nbsp;Moot Competition! :) Met my old seniors from UiTM too, who won the competition hands down! &amp;gt;:) I was so happy to see Sir Irvin and Hadi and the rest of them. That day made me realise how much I miss mooting. Am planning to form my own team &amp;gt;:) *Cue evil laugh* I shall moot once more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4x-kjMX9U4/TsefiekyS8I/AAAAAAAAEBE/xNMowycnIO8/s1600/IMG_0839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4x-kjMX9U4/TsefiekyS8I/AAAAAAAAEBE/xNMowycnIO8/s320/IMG_0839.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. Got a major migraine after that due to insufficient sleep the night before. That, and the stress that I was going through AND my studying time table going down the drain induced me to run to the bathroom right after moot competition and... well... let's just say my studying time table was not the only thing that went down the drain that day. Eww. Why did I just tell the whole world that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUNF49IHl7A/TsefkgtKisI/AAAAAAAAEBM/juBYY5Ml-Ms/s1600/IMG_0844.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUNF49IHl7A/TsefkgtKisI/AAAAAAAAEBM/juBYY5Ml-Ms/s320/IMG_0844.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Got another crash and burn for our family law tutorial class. I can't seem to get it rightttt... WHYYYY?!!! I am truly frustrated with myself for being this pathetic in a subject! Family law?! Why you no enter my head &amp;gt;:( It's not the memorising part that is difficult. It's the actual understanding and grasping of how to answer the question that's becoming a pain right now. Grrr. At this rate, I might repeat the whole subject next year! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cR1uoNbEZHE/TseflotDelI/AAAAAAAAEBU/3pCOaIi5uHo/s1600/IMG_0852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cR1uoNbEZHE/TseflotDelI/AAAAAAAAEBU/3pCOaIi5uHo/s320/IMG_0852.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Decided to go 80s (I think?) on Tuesday so me and Uyaina wore similar denim jackets to class and Aqmal wore his racoon hat to join in. I don't know whether what we wore that day constituted as 80s fashion (Probably not. Nah, it's a definite no. Just googled it) but we sure looked weird! B) BUT! Awesomely weird... *Cue Baywatch theme music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7feDiHk5ffA/TsefnzbH3eI/AAAAAAAAEBc/IgetNxfe93M/s1600/IMG_0872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7feDiHk5ffA/TsefnzbH3eI/AAAAAAAAEBc/IgetNxfe93M/s320/IMG_0872.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Decided to wear pink for Uyaina's birthday :D Uyaina's favourite colour is yellow though and well, not many of us own yellow. No one's closet is as bright as Uyaina's, I'll tell you that. So, I decided to make a whole pink bandwagon for Uyaina :) The picture below only showed some of us who wore pink. There were actually more but we didn't have time to take a whole group picture :( *Cue JKO face* Ok, am stopping with the cueing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0EXRnvUMCs/TsefqC0QS9I/AAAAAAAAEBk/q0BkG5eeFOU/s1600/IMG_0887.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0EXRnvUMCs/TsefqC0QS9I/AAAAAAAAEBk/q0BkG5eeFOU/s320/IMG_0887.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to the Law Career Convention! :) This convention was where all the law firms set up their booths to promote their firms to budding law students like you and me :) This convention thing just happened a few hours ago btw, and hence, I'm fatigued as hell right now from it because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yOvyWH0eB4/Tseft1fA5rI/AAAAAAAAEBs/5VXXKp87fI0/s1600/IMG_1007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yOvyWH0eB4/Tseft1fA5rI/AAAAAAAAEBs/5VXXKp87fI0/s320/IMG_1007.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Before that, I had to volunteer at the boys' prison which was very soul cleansing if I do say so myself. Yes, am actually volunteering now! :D Ain't that cool?! I entered this society in my law faculty called Community Outreach Programme or COP for short. We help needy people like prisoners and children to learn new things &amp;nbsp;like how to vote or how to brush your teeth. That sort of thing. You know, fun stuff to lift their spirits :) Details on this trip was top secret though... Kidding :P But if you guys have questions on this, feel free to ask (reasonable questions, of course) on my formspring because I am not allowed to blog on ooogles of details on this one for obvious reasons :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9B6MBJvNRl0/Tsefv66GH3I/AAAAAAAAEB0/801YrtPGI_0/s1600/IMG_0998.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9B6MBJvNRl0/Tsefv66GH3I/AAAAAAAAEB0/801YrtPGI_0/s320/IMG_0998.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;8. And of course, my exhaustion also came from all the selling I did during the law career convention. Apart from visiting all the booths of the firms, I had to sell drinks, food, and car stickers to raise money for my community outreach program. "HELP US HELP SOCIETY" was all I kept saying. It worked though, I got a lot of people buying our stuff when they heard it was for charity purposes :) Yayers for nice people who care about the needy! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tx66OD5Fy8k/Tsefxnn2b9I/AAAAAAAAEB8/avGyYEV_JyY/s1600/IMG_1002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tx66OD5Fy8k/Tsefxnn2b9I/AAAAAAAAEB8/avGyYEV_JyY/s320/IMG_1002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's shleepy time for me... Goodnight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-2852039028154917462?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/2852039028154917462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/11/once-again-this-week-in-law-school-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/2852039028154917462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/2852039028154917462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/11/once-again-this-week-in-law-school-i.html' title='Once again, this week in law school I...'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4x-kjMX9U4/TsefiekyS8I/AAAAAAAAEBE/xNMowycnIO8/s72-c/IMG_0839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-2836856870899410921</id><published>2011-11-19T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T05:25:15.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universiti Malaya'/><title type='text'>Lantern festivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hellooooo humans! :) I have just gotten back from my uni and am currently snuggling up to my old pink bolster. The sight of my contracts text book on my study desk is giving me the guilt trip but that feeling is just incomparable to how exhausted I feel right now. *Continues to snuggle up to my pillow* My bed is one of my best friends. I love you bed. Marry me bed. Okay, as you can see I am too mentally and physically tired to do anything academical right now and thus, the post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EDRD2q-O-sM/TseWOB7IUtI/AAAAAAAAEAc/53XNfSbCFrU/s1600/IMG_0911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EDRD2q-O-sM/TseWOB7IUtI/AAAAAAAAEAc/53XNfSbCFrU/s320/IMG_0911.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. This week in UM, there was a lantern festival! :D I think we went to the exhibition three days in a row. Each day with a new finding. (Because we didn't realise how big the whole festival was until the third day =.=) &amp;nbsp;On the first day, me and Uyaina bought these lucky charm keychains with these cool chinese writings on them. I bought two because according to Nadeem, I needed them both :( I bought one that says "Everything shall go well" and another that says "Good relationship". Very funny Nadeem =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UY0ZxJEdU5M/TseWKZG8OKI/AAAAAAAAEAM/ndAnH3ZvZG0/s1600/IMG_0896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UY0ZxJEdU5M/TseWKZG8OKI/AAAAAAAAEAM/ndAnH3ZvZG0/s320/IMG_0896.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on that day as well, Uyaina dragged me to this booth that had these machines that could actually calculate your internal age. For instance, I might be 19 on the outside, but my internal organs could probably be 40 on the inside because I barely have enough sleep or exercise. That sort of health thing. I thought it was pretty lame at first but Uyaina was not a person to say no to at the moment... I found out my internal age was actually 16. HEE~ &amp;nbsp;MY internal organs are young! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lRHisogGN-4/TseWSkxJXOI/AAAAAAAAEA0/bs1qbhFszHE/s1600/IMG_0931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lRHisogGN-4/TseWSkxJXOI/AAAAAAAAEA0/bs1qbhFszHE/s320/IMG_0931.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we convinced Nasbal to take the machine test as well. We were pretty confident that his internal organs were older than his actual age because he smokes and all. Well, guess what?!! His internal organs were 15 years old! =.= The machine is lying I say. A lie! At this, rate, I might start smoking too if it does that much amount of wonders to your internal organs. Uyaina was the most frustrated I guess, because she was 18 internally, which made her the oldest amongst us all because when Ijlal tried it, he was 16 internally too. The irony of it all? Ijlal is 21 in real life and he smokes too! Brilliant =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S4kwdZ0mBgU/TsenpL3jLpI/AAAAAAAAECE/aRB7KWXkGDQ/s1600/IMG_0894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S4kwdZ0mBgU/TsenpL3jLpI/AAAAAAAAECE/aRB7KWXkGDQ/s320/IMG_0894.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wandering around aimlessly on the festival grounds, we went indoors to see whether there was a palmist, because Uyaina and I were in that palmistry-y mood and just felt like seeing what our future was like according to palmists' predictions. Unfortunately, there were no palmists there, but instead, we did come across a whole Chinese exhibition that was hidden behind the auditorium doors. OOhh... Mysterious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NycLd_GaFos/TseWRBJ_m-I/AAAAAAAAEAs/97FyFRXk_Cc/s1600/IMG_0921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NycLd_GaFos/TseWRBJ_m-I/AAAAAAAAEAs/97FyFRXk_Cc/s320/IMG_0921.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole exhibition was awesome because they had effigies and paper mache' sculptures of old warriors in China. The names of the warriors were very familiar to me when I saw them and then it hit me. They were characters from my Dynasty Warriors PS2 game :D Never would I have thought my PS2 would help me in learning Histroy. They also had exhibitions on old Chinese musical instruments and Chinese ships and of course, pots and vases. I liked the fact that they showed what the old&amp;nbsp;calligraphy&amp;nbsp;brushes looked like. Favourite exhibition! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofxSnpN19VI/TsefABxnjvI/AAAAAAAAEA8/5bZVeeaAG_Y/s1600/IMG_0895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofxSnpN19VI/TsefABxnjvI/AAAAAAAAEA8/5bZVeeaAG_Y/s320/IMG_0895.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always admired the beauty of calligraphy ever since I watched Sagwa when I was young. Aaah, yes. Sagwa :) Jim started singing the Sagwa theme song when he saw the calligraphy brushes. *Cue Sagwa theme song* Happonyo.. Happonyo... Sagwa Shuwaga Hopponyo... Aaah... Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mik-kFfkET4/Tsenz_4Ak3I/AAAAAAAAECM/Wxbjc0HbMTQ/s1600/IMG_0905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mik-kFfkET4/Tsenz_4Ak3I/AAAAAAAAECM/Wxbjc0HbMTQ/s320/IMG_0905.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! No. I change my mind about the calligraphy brushes being my favourite. I now feel that the zodiac tunnel is my favourite! :D Fruits Basket has made me love the zodiac. The zodiac tunnel was pretty because it was dark and they had these glow in the dark pictures of all the zodiacs and they were all just... SO.. so... so pretty!!! :) I wish I could have taken a picture of the whole tunnel but my camera had bad lighting =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p6a5-rjWl7M/TseWPYrxPeI/AAAAAAAAEAk/pnhqzlLAFsU/s1600/IMG_0919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p6a5-rjWl7M/TseWPYrxPeI/AAAAAAAAEAk/pnhqzlLAFsU/s320/IMG_0919.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute the committee members for the Lantern Festival because judging from what they had there, it looked like it took a lot of work and they successfully pulled it off :) Well done! I ISH SO TIRWEDDDDDDDDD :( and I need to study contracts because I have a huge graded test next week!! :(( Okay, then bloggers. Till the next post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-2836856870899410921?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/2836856870899410921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/11/lantern-festivity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/2836856870899410921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/2836856870899410921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/11/lantern-festivity.html' title='Lantern festivity'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EDRD2q-O-sM/TseWOB7IUtI/AAAAAAAAEAc/53XNfSbCFrU/s72-c/IMG_0911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-3982037246022178105</id><published>2011-11-15T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T11:21:38.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universiti Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Shout Outs'/><title type='text'>Uyaina :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The name of the post says it all, if you can even pronounce it, that is. Happy birthday my dear friend, Uyaina :) You were the first person I met on my first day in UiTM a year ago. Little did I know how significant that day was for me because it was the day I had met one of my closest friends in the world :) I'm proud to know you and more proud to be friends with you. Continue to be strong and brighten life (literally) as you already do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MT_DzrzoPDU/TsKbJqI3A-I/AAAAAAAAD_s/U1tjEq6uwWc/s1600/IMG_0859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MT_DzrzoPDU/TsKbJqI3A-I/AAAAAAAAD_s/U1tjEq6uwWc/s320/IMG_0859.JPG" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 19th birthday Uyaina :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love, Puteri! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1836687980"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1836687981"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-3982037246022178105?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/3982037246022178105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/11/uyaina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/3982037246022178105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/3982037246022178105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/11/uyaina.html' title='Uyaina :D'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MT_DzrzoPDU/TsKbJqI3A-I/AAAAAAAAD_s/U1tjEq6uwWc/s72-c/IMG_0859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-4479409950131431242</id><published>2011-11-10T07:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T07:40:32.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z-ZWFDXQK1c/Trvv1akvrsI/AAAAAAAAD_E/diJe7QbTDcA/s1600/white+roses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z-ZWFDXQK1c/Trvv1akvrsI/AAAAAAAAD_E/diJe7QbTDcA/s320/white+roses.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I stare at the rain and remember,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How easy it was for the both of us to bond together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How simple it was to talk about things and laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How natural it was to walk on that path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I stare at the gifts you have given me and sigh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About all the heys and hellos that led to a goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About all the advice you gave me when I was hurt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About all those times when I just found peace crying on your shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I look in the mirror and think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of all the times you've held me when I was on the brink,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of giving up and running away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of all the times you've told me to just be strong and pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I still wish for that day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For you to come and forever stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For you to believe in the light I know is right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For you to hold me close and finally sleep with me at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I still hold the phone to check,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a message or a call that would ask me to message or call back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For an I miss You or an I Love You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For just your voice to ask me, "How are you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Am. An. Emotional. Wreck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-4479409950131431242?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/4479409950131431242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/11/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/4479409950131431242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/4479409950131431242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/11/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z-ZWFDXQK1c/Trvv1akvrsI/AAAAAAAAD_E/diJe7QbTDcA/s72-c/white+roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-7850223740766510336</id><published>2011-11-06T19:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T20:52:29.728-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Before this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kaLD5COGicM/TrdjHbunZ_I/AAAAAAAAD-0/7AAFjTcDKcY/s1600/blogger-image-1498018379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kaLD5COGicM/TrdjHbunZ_I/AAAAAAAAD-0/7AAFjTcDKcY/s320/blogger-image-1498018379.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was living in a fairytale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where princes in my book never fail,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To save me from my cellar cage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyday felt like a turn of a page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was living in my make believe palace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Protected by guards behind my stone wall fortress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being the queen I was to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every sound, every touch, every action was at my decree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But enough with fantasies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not live in a fairytale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dungeon has always been my heart that's frail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My prince is not a hero, just another guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'The end' just means another goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not live in any palace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fairy god mothers are nowhere; religion is my solace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Witches do sometimes win and heroes do get scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alas, happy endings only come through lessons shared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mistake was to live in that fairytale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reality check. That last page is just another trail,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In finding that knight in his noble steed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So ill just turn this page and continue to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-7850223740766510336?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/7850223740766510336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/11/before-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/7850223740766510336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/7850223740766510336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/11/before-this.html' title='Before this...'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kaLD5COGicM/TrdjHbunZ_I/AAAAAAAAD-0/7AAFjTcDKcY/s72-c/blogger-image-1498018379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-5744173470493519496</id><published>2011-11-05T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T05:25:33.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universiti Malaya'/><title type='text'>Through the green glass door to go around the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am finally home!! :D Aaand! I have a one week break from uni! Woohooo! :D I am in a superly duperly terrific mood right now because I have just gotten a full amount of rest from a night's out last night. I woke up at 2pm today and spent the next three hours after that, rolling, tweeting and blogging on my college bed till my dad arrived at about 6pm to pick me up. Mwahaha. Wasted a whole day today =.= So, what, you may or may not ask was Puteri Eleni doing up all night last night which compelled her to sleep in till 2 pm today? That, my dear readers... deserve a post of its own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nXQGzyvGr78/TrVBUFUsAkI/AAAAAAAAD9w/dYi8Q6zDw5U/s1600/IMG_0683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nXQGzyvGr78/TrVBUFUsAkI/AAAAAAAAD9w/dYi8Q6zDw5U/s320/IMG_0683.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right after our English test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the last day of our test week (4 tests in the same week) and frankly speaking, we just wanted to get out of uni and have some fun. So, after Friday prayers, the four of us- Me, Uyaina, Hafeez and Aqmal decided to go to One Utama (My second home!) and The Curve (My other second home!) to just destress ;) The plan was supposed to be as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.00pm: Meet up at the train station&lt;br /&gt;3.00 pm: Arrive at OU and go crazzzy.&lt;br /&gt;8.00 pm: Leave OU and regroup at the law faculty where the 10 of us would then...&lt;br /&gt;9.00pm: Leave for Ampang look out point&lt;br /&gt;12.00pm: Do anything but go back to our dorm room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-onXn206q4gQ/TrVEx8_r0YI/AAAAAAAAD-A/si6qi1hL4rU/s1600/IMG_0692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-onXn206q4gQ/TrVEx8_r0YI/AAAAAAAAD-A/si6qi1hL4rU/s320/IMG_0692.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken while waiting for Aqmal at the LRT station...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Beautifully made out plan, no? &amp;nbsp;:) Well, the answer is apparently no, because our time management stinks so bad. We actually left the train station at 3.30pm =.= Why? Because a certain guy named AQMAL was too busy taking a shower for such a long time in his college that he had to make us wait for more than half an hour! Whatever it is, we still arrived in OU eventually and went on a shopping spreee. At least I did... *Swipes credit card* Mwahaha. Uniqlo just opened in One Utama yesterday and I bought a blouse and three t shirts from there coz they were just that cheap. I was contented B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lhBsTCfsTSU/TrUx9wHMcDI/AAAAAAAAD8o/DcDlSX8TuH0/s1600/IMG_0705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lhBsTCfsTSU/TrUx9wHMcDI/AAAAAAAAD8o/DcDlSX8TuH0/s320/IMG_0705.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wmNkP5Efv40/TrUx77W4_DI/AAAAAAAAD8g/1iTrwreVlsA/s1600/IMG_0704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wmNkP5Efv40/TrUx77W4_DI/AAAAAAAAD8g/1iTrwreVlsA/s320/IMG_0704.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikea sold really cute stuffed animals! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting up with Dewi in Forever 21, we walked to The Curve :D I have never walked to the curve from One Utama in my life so that was a first. 0.0 We ate in Ikea and later went on another shopping spree there. I shall not shop with Uyaina ever again. Reason for that being because she was INFLUENCING me to buy everything I saw.&amp;nbsp;Uyaina has good fashion sense and that just really doesn't help my spending :S I forgot what it was like to actually control my spending again. Without a boyfriend, I have to take care of my own money now and it's hard because everything I see is just soo pretty :( GAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JOPt2f6efPs/TrUx_8FwFhI/AAAAAAAAD84/aL7_8NmvXlk/s1600/IMG_0708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JOPt2f6efPs/TrUx_8FwFhI/AAAAAAAAD84/aL7_8NmvXlk/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hafeez bought eyeball bubblegum :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually bought a skirt, five selendangs, and another shirt. GODD!! D: what do I do?! Oh, and a new I-phone cover. NOOO :'( They were just so pretty. While Uyaina and I were burning holes in our wallets (Once again, at least I was) Aqmal went to get a haircut. And gazaa! He now looks like a military punk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-4Iy8y_FJA/TrUyBcTjiHI/AAAAAAAAD9A/_hRrsWh4dYk/s1600/IMG_0710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-4Iy8y_FJA/TrUyBcTjiHI/AAAAAAAAD9A/_hRrsWh4dYk/s320/IMG_0710.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us also got ourselves&amp;nbsp;friendship&amp;nbsp;bracelets! Aqmal bought them for us at one of the shops in One Utama. They were all on this rack and we were each supposed to pick one. It was hard for me though. All the colours were so... bright and striking. Not my thing 0.0 Shocking colours scare me. In the end, I chose this dull blue, brown and pink one :) Nice for my eyes to see and comfortable for my wrist to wear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDCqIlEm7GU/TrUyDFOTycI/AAAAAAAAD9I/eapkNbzejk0/s1600/IMG_0712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDCqIlEm7GU/TrUyDFOTycI/AAAAAAAAD9I/eapkNbzejk0/s320/IMG_0712.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My wrist has the most accessories :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At about 8.30pm (Off&amp;nbsp;schedule!) the four of us left The Curve to take the cab back to the uni but no cab driver would drive us that far :( So, we (we meaning Hafeez) had to run to catch a bus to go to KL Central and get a cab from there. I think we arrived at the law faculty where we were supposed to regroup an hour later than our original time. Aisya, Kristina, Hanny and Faris were apparently moody about that. It's not really our fault. The cabs didn't want to drive us there. How was that within our control?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hjKh5iQgflY/TrUx-Tsk85I/AAAAAAAAD8s/cXYLHYQuWqc/s1600/IMG_0706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hjKh5iQgflY/TrUx-Tsk85I/AAAAAAAAD8s/cXYLHYQuWqc/s320/IMG_0706.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Team One Utama in the day;Ampang Point at night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apparently we were not the only late ones. Ijlal, Nasbal and Jim were late too. Sooo... you know. Pfft. Pfft. We eventually left at about 11.00pm to Ampang look out point. HAHAHAHA.First and last time we are ever gonna do that. We are gonna be punctual next time. Promise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8xeeaHCEW_A/TrVJUPZQo9I/AAAAAAAAD-Q/g714rgxcP78/s1600/IMG_0738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8xeeaHCEW_A/TrVJUPZQo9I/AAAAAAAAD-Q/g714rgxcP78/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way up to Ampang look out point was so scarry!!! :S It was dark and windy and I felt like we were in some horror movie or something! But it was soo worth it because when we reached the top, I was mesmerised! :D The view was amazing! We could see the whole of KL there! The lights, the buildings! I just felt so proud to be a city girl at the moment! Me like living in the city, you bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oweehkFxAIw/TrUyEIaWJ3I/AAAAAAAAD9Q/60w_u-JQ4jg/s1600/IMG_0732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oweehkFxAIw/TrUyEIaWJ3I/AAAAAAAAD9Q/60w_u-JQ4jg/s320/IMG_0732.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Haven which served pretty nice Spaghetti Alfredo. A must try there! The late dinner session was just so relaxing. We kept making silly jokes and laughed at just the dumbest things that night. Loved every moment of last night's dinner session. I really felt loose and at peace with them. Remember that break I kept asking from god to give me? I think I finally got it last night. And I am really thankful for it B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_kZRBb9ez5k/TrUyFRgggQI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/2vnvBB_0yF4/s1600/IMG_0737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_kZRBb9ez5k/TrUyFRgggQI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/2vnvBB_0yF4/s320/IMG_0737.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aisya! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant closed at 2 am so after it closed, we decided to drive off to any restaurant or any other place for that fact to hang out in just so we don't have to go back to our college. &amp;nbsp;The best part about University Malaya? It's close to every hang out zone. KL, Bangsar, PJ, Damansara. They're all within short driving distance or are just easily&amp;nbsp;accessible by public transport. Me loveee. But sometimes, they can just be distracting 0.0 We arrived at McD Bangsar at about 3 am where I was already half dead after snoozing for a bit in Ijlal's car before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6MCystDaSc/TrUyG5sSHGI/AAAAAAAAD9g/8OH3FsdNXvE/s1600/IMG_0749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6MCystDaSc/TrUyG5sSHGI/AAAAAAAAD9g/8OH3FsdNXvE/s320/IMG_0749.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aqmal decided to sleep like this at McD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face looked so bad, my selendang was going out of place and my eyes were practically red when I was in McD at that time, but I seriously didn't care. I was just having too much fun to even care about how sleepy I was. Uyaina (who was having a mood swing day due to her PMS) was all crazy and silly at the time and persuaded me, Hafeez, Hanny, Faris and Nasbal to play this violent, hitting game. I liked the game :) Gave me an excuse to hit people. Mwahaha. Unfortunately, it gave justification for everyone else to hit me as well. My arms right now are bruised =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsMW99GWnuc/TrUyHSK-2JI/AAAAAAAAD9k/qnOdLlwNYnU/s1600/IMG_0750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsMW99GWnuc/TrUyHSK-2JI/AAAAAAAAD9k/qnOdLlwNYnU/s320/IMG_0750.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're crazy liddat. Arrived back at my college at about 6 am and after performing my Subuh prayers, I slept like a log till 2 pm. And that was why Puteri Eleni wasted her day today sleeping in her college dorm room. Hahahaha. It feels good to get a break form life again. Hmm :D Okay, then. Tomorrow is Aidil Adha! :D So, I have to help... do nothing! :D We're going to Nani's house tomorrow to eat Nani's rendang. So yeay! :) Okay, then readers. I wanna play the piano now. Christina Perri's Jar of Hearts is stuck in my head. Need to find the piano piece for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pJT-FowWpRQ/TrVEzKD0tHI/AAAAAAAAD-I/KknaXnOj-JY/s1600/IMG_0743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pJT-FowWpRQ/TrVEzKD0tHI/AAAAAAAAD-I/KknaXnOj-JY/s320/IMG_0743.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BYEEEEEEEEEEEE~ and happy holidays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-5744173470493519496?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/5744173470493519496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/11/through-green-glass-door-to-go-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/5744173470493519496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/5744173470493519496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/11/through-green-glass-door-to-go-around.html' title='Through the green glass door to go around the world'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nXQGzyvGr78/TrVBUFUsAkI/AAAAAAAAD9w/dYi8Q6zDw5U/s72-c/IMG_0683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-7302041592147033167</id><published>2011-11-05T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T05:25:44.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universiti Malaya'/><title type='text'>This week in law school we...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1.Got crashed and burned by our family law teacher because we didn't prepare a good enough answer for her tutorial questions. It's our fault... definitely :( But her questions are just so hard and we tried our hardest during our discussions :(( But I guess that can't be an excuse. *Sighs* Whyy family law?! Why must you be so difficult?!! :( Note the sad faces during the family law discussion session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VAavFBQ23Xc/TrT-_5nxPOI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/SwY8ccW9AlQ/s1600/IMG_0581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VAavFBQ23Xc/TrT-_5nxPOI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/SwY8ccW9AlQ/s320/IMG_0581.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;2. Found out that if we were to put all our law books and back packs into Ijlal's car trunk, it would look as if we had all just gotten back or are on our way to a big vacation trip. THAT is how thick our laws books are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yobtoXvnv-0/TrT_A3AD9UI/AAAAAAAAD7U/lvWs077wtnU/s1600/IMG_0592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yobtoXvnv-0/TrT_A3AD9UI/AAAAAAAAD7U/lvWs077wtnU/s320/IMG_0592.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Had a take home test for our legal methods class and we spent approximately three days to actually finish the whole thing =.= I am a hundred percent sure my team's take home test answer script was the longest and thickest. Whether it answered the question or not? That's a WHOLE different thing to think about altogether. First day of attempting to finish the take home test? Not very&amp;nbsp;successful&amp;nbsp;as you can see in the picture below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0iy6U7oeoRI/TrT_BXhN3lI/AAAAAAAAD7c/s6KhiD1OvMI/s1600/IMG_0606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0iy6U7oeoRI/TrT_BXhN3lI/AAAAAAAAD7c/s6KhiD1OvMI/s320/IMG_0606.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4. Were all stuck in the library as University Malaya was flooded by the heavy rain storm. Our Varsity Field was like a swimming pool. We couldn't go back to our colleges so we had to continue with our take home test in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fShgN-cEfp4/TrT_CNTDwlI/AAAAAAAAD7k/ThcX7PIvljQ/s1600/IMG_0614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fShgN-cEfp4/TrT_CNTDwlI/AAAAAAAAD7k/ThcX7PIvljQ/s320/IMG_0614.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. Met Ean from Hitz.Fm while Nadeem, Abi, Duwey and I were out searching for a place to eat. I put this picture up on facebook and everybody kept saying I look like him 0.0 That. Is just weird. But now that I think of it, whenever I look at this picture, it sometimes does look like we're related. Like my older brother or something. Wooo... Awesomeness B)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1FpXW4xkdOM/TrT_C3J3KpI/AAAAAAAAD7w/2XIjWaD5VTw/s1600/IMG_0617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1FpXW4xkdOM/TrT_C3J3KpI/AAAAAAAAD7w/2XIjWaD5VTw/s320/IMG_0617.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Just got closer as a family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r3wuur9E1WE/TrT_D6yFeHI/AAAAAAAAD74/4NgUFDwSi_c/s1600/IMG_0626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r3wuur9E1WE/TrT_D6yFeHI/AAAAAAAAD74/4NgUFDwSi_c/s320/IMG_0626.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OH, I guess I should put a number 7. We had four tests this week in which I'm not confident in acing anyone of them :( My study mojo is off this semester. I must have been at home, not using my brain for too long. GAH. This is what happens when you give a 19 year old a six months break =.= Or at least, this is what happens when you give Puteri Eleni a six months break. Drummm.... I want to eat my mac and cheese now. Goodbye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-7302041592147033167?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/7302041592147033167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-week-in-law-school-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/7302041592147033167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/7302041592147033167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-week-in-law-school-we.html' title='This week in law school we...'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VAavFBQ23Xc/TrT-_5nxPOI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/SwY8ccW9AlQ/s72-c/IMG_0581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-1647291214336889857</id><published>2011-11-05T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T08:43:38.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriends'/><title type='text'>In time, we'll know the rest</title><content type='html'>This post is waaay overdue from last week's event. Yet again, I was invited for a high school girlfriend reunion last Saturday. D: Nooo. Don't get me wrong, I REALLY REALLY did want to meet with them and laugh and smile and act like.. well... high school girls again, but I had four examinations the very next week where three of them required A LOT of reading *Brick'd* But I knew I just couldn't do that. I couldn't tell them I couldn't go because of a test. Coz that's just depressing on both sides. I have not seen my girlfriends for months and I owed the day to them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vnYrUzByGfI/TrT6K2cguhI/AAAAAAAAD6w/98f5fC3gBUs/s1600/IMG_0560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vnYrUzByGfI/TrT6K2cguhI/AAAAAAAAD6w/98f5fC3gBUs/s320/IMG_0560.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there I was. At The Curve. With, out of everything a Torts Book in my hands. =.= It was both&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;and mentally stressful as it is. But it don't matter, people!! As long as I get that A on my torts test, no weird stare is gonna stop me form reading my book in a mall! &amp;gt;:) But to my dismay, it was a Saturday. And you know what Saturday means at The Curve? Flea markets! :D HEEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb-Pa2MIZMc/TrT6I3UfwvI/AAAAAAAAD6g/AsD8PBG_3jo/s1600/IMG_0549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb-Pa2MIZMc/TrT6I3UfwvI/AAAAAAAAD6g/AsD8PBG_3jo/s320/IMG_0549.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent about RM 200 there =.= The pain... Oh... The pain. But! I bought a skirt, and a few selendangs. WHICH I needed anyway. So, technically I wasn't buying things I didn't need that day :P My actions were justified :P I came first to The Curve and spent the first hour memorising stuff at Borders. It's not a very good place to study. You have the whole manga and comic session staring at you. Not Good. Fiesa came after that with Airina and Bha :) GOSHH. I missed them so much. I have never felt so relieved to see such familiar faces. I really have been spending too much time at my university :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-toeamrutU3Q/TrT6JlJJFCI/AAAAAAAAD6o/iK4CWH7bXZo/s1600/IMG_0557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-toeamrutU3Q/TrT6JlJJFCI/AAAAAAAAD6o/iK4CWH7bXZo/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, Fara and Raihan came :D and we had TGI's where Airina's lovely friend paid for us. Thank youuuuu~ After that we watched In Time. Very good movie :) I never knew Amanda Seyfried could be that pretty. Although the ending was pretty predictable, it had a nice concept and plot. Me likey. The girls were pretty annoyed with the fact that I actually brought my books to the mall so they confiscated it during the movie and didn't let me have them till after the movie had ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OmQuS7Gtbt4/TrT6MDDWsjI/AAAAAAAAD64/bvSxKHqQBr4/s1600/IMG_0562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OmQuS7Gtbt4/TrT6MDDWsjI/AAAAAAAAD64/bvSxKHqQBr4/s320/IMG_0562.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detinue, I say! :( I had to go back after the movie ended to visit my Grandpa. All in all, the day rocked :) Felt nice to spend my holidays with high school friends again. I am in need of a life away from campus. =.= &amp;nbsp;At my grandpa's house, we celebrated my sister's and my two cousins' birthdays. My sister got soo many anime and manga merchandise as her present... *Droollsss* Me want to watch the DVDs... K-on DVDS! And the Ouran Highs School live action drama :D Haha! Imma gonna have some fun watching those during my break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zJXwhXDGrHo/TrT6NblS7dI/AAAAAAAAD7A/y26aSktSTb8/s1600/IMG_0575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zJXwhXDGrHo/TrT6NblS7dI/AAAAAAAAD7A/y26aSktSTb8/s320/IMG_0575.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, she also got a Hatsune Miku doll, which I find disturbing. I do not like Hatsune Miku. She is creepy. Sorry, otakus. I like anime and stuff but she's just plain disturbing on a whole new level. GAH. Oh! oh! And my cousin got this Star Wars transformers robot toy! I waaaant ~ Kids these days just get the coolest toys! D: It's Darth Vader! As a transformer! I don't really like transformers but it's DARTH VADER! :( Me waaannt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ASFg-ZTd5LQ/TrT6OVKWcpI/AAAAAAAAD7I/fQYjDhXMDDg/s1600/IMG_0580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ASFg-ZTd5LQ/TrT6OVKWcpI/AAAAAAAAD7I/fQYjDhXMDDg/s320/IMG_0580.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, puteri has cracked up enough for this post due to insufficient sleep.Toodles, everyone!&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/6427356343330779352-1647291214336889857?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/1647291214336889857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-time-well-know-rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/1647291214336889857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/1647291214336889857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-time-well-know-rest.html' title='In time, we&apos;ll know the rest'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vnYrUzByGfI/TrT6K2cguhI/AAAAAAAAD6w/98f5fC3gBUs/s72-c/IMG_0560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-4014224476352225541</id><published>2011-11-05T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T08:46:21.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nerds United'/><title type='text'>A pringle amongst the biscuits</title><content type='html'>Last week, Yoong Yiing called and invited me to have lunch. I was a bit in a situation though. I had to study for three tests (which I just finished yesterday. Bwahaha.) the very next week and I haven't finished my six case studies 0.0 But what the heck?! :P Puteri Eleni is a multi tasker yaww. So, I brought my Torts books along with me :D Mwehheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2yQHfEDLZc/TrTyUV5ePvI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/hLetAnMnPX4/s1600/IMG_0543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2yQHfEDLZc/TrTyUV5ePvI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/hLetAnMnPX4/s320/IMG_0543.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we picked Ben, Bu Yeow and Fern up :) Heee~And guess what? Even Fern brought her thick medical text book. Thus, I was not alone. I don't know whether it's just faculty or the university itself, but University Malaya does have that 'KEEP STUDYING!' environment and it affects you even when you're out of campus 0.0 That. Is. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kI4Yt5McG6s/TrTyRd9ejfI/AAAAAAAAD54/9rL-l44NoQ0/s1600/IMG_0534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kI4Yt5McG6s/TrTyRd9ejfI/AAAAAAAAD54/9rL-l44NoQ0/s320/IMG_0534.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fern and I battling out on study infos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Snowflake to try out their desserts which were pretty good :D I was still craving for real, tummy satisfying food though, so we went to Ikea to have their meatballs. Yumm. I've been eating at the place too much. I really should find a new eating place =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXAFPDv_yWc/TrTyTwLRzaI/AAAAAAAAD6E/6htSAdL1DDc/s1600/IMG_0542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXAFPDv_yWc/TrTyTwLRzaI/AAAAAAAAD6E/6htSAdL1DDc/s320/IMG_0542.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Yee joined us after that and we updated each other on each other's lives. The usual- How we were doing, what problems we faced and were still facing. Okay,fine. Maybe that was mostly me. But hey,I just needed as much advice as I can get. With the amount of things that have been happening to me, I seriously just need a breaaakkk. And they gave me that :) Thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B6ArbdhbLp0/TrTyVZg0gfI/AAAAAAAAD6U/zSVVZiS44oA/s1600/IMG_0544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B6ArbdhbLp0/TrTyVZg0gfI/AAAAAAAAD6U/zSVVZiS44oA/s320/IMG_0544.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nyaaa~ That was it :D Nothing interesting, really. Just felt the need to blog about that particular day. It was one of the simplest days I have ever had and yet, it enlightened me on so many things. Neeeedd to have more hang out sessionssss 0.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-4014224476352225541?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/4014224476352225541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/11/pringle-amongst-biscuits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/4014224476352225541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/4014224476352225541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/11/pringle-amongst-biscuits.html' title='A pringle amongst the biscuits'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2yQHfEDLZc/TrTyUV5ePvI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/hLetAnMnPX4/s72-c/IMG_0543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-6772717994458227289</id><published>2011-10-27T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T05:25:57.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universiti Malaya'/><title type='text'>Purple and Yellow inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Howdy everybody! :3 This blogger here is procrastinating! :) Yayers. What better way to procrastinate than to actually blog! This post was for what happened last week and it is kind of overdue =.= Last week, my friends from UiTM visited! :) That's right. The whole lot! Lea, Lyyana, Adila, Azim, Erick and Achai! :D The girls came by car and actually picked me up from the law faculty. Hee~ I screamed when I saw them driving in and not forgetting my emotional tearing up moment on Lyyana's shoulder. Mwahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TSkLxUZnf3k/TqlvZk6fGdI/AAAAAAAAD5g/nDPkMK1y9wg/s1600/IMG_0470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TSkLxUZnf3k/TqlvZk6fGdI/AAAAAAAAD5g/nDPkMK1y9wg/s320/IMG_0470.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I easily cry these days for some reason. The slightest sad or touching moment can make me tear up. It was funny. I never thought Lyyana's wild curly hair could make me smile so wide that day. Lea's 'wonderful' driving and Adila's constant raving that day too reminded me of how easy it was to blend in with them. The four of us were like four jigsaw puzzle pieces that were meant to just match together. I felt that 'in place' with them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ffzIKePUJPU/TqlvTJfQ2rI/AAAAAAAAD4w/cMDmmDPanYw/s1600/IMG_0450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ffzIKePUJPU/TqlvTJfQ2rI/AAAAAAAAD4w/cMDmmDPanYw/s320/IMG_0450.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lea drove us and Aisya (who tagged along coz she's cool liddat) to Tram Car over at Seksyen 14. We had our usual discussion and gossiping sessions across the table. All secrets out. Tears streaming down (on my part of course). Loud laughters that annoyed the rest of the customers. Oh yeah, I missed them alright. AND... as you can see, if you were an avid reader of my old blog, Lea had actually COMBED HER HAIR :D I felt honoured to sit with the new neat and tame Azalea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vYiNTJm_5u8/TqlvX5SpFFI/AAAAAAAAD5M/v__bfW_ts3k/s1600/IMG_0461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vYiNTJm_5u8/TqlvX5SpFFI/AAAAAAAAD5M/v__bfW_ts3k/s320/IMG_0461.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that, we drove to Mid Valley which I would like to say, I appreciate so much because the trip there from Seksyen 14 was horrible due to the jam. I am very sorry Lea :( I really didn't know of the jam and I love you so much for actually driving all of us there. Mid Valley was close to closing time too by the time we got there, but I felt compelled to go there because the boys were all there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fVZ2Iv4kxGM/TqlvVs64tBI/AAAAAAAAD5A/op2bqEx18Vs/s1600/IMG_0453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fVZ2Iv4kxGM/TqlvVs64tBI/AAAAAAAAD5A/op2bqEx18Vs/s320/IMG_0453.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erick was still looming over me when we talked. Him being six feet tall still gets to me =.= Azim was still being the nerdy self that he was and although Achai cut his hair that night, he was still the same old cutie I knew back in UiTM. Aww :( Writing this post is making me cry :( *Sighs* There's something family-ish about these people that make me wanna do anything for them because I knew they would do the same for me :( I felt at peace with them and I knew who I was when I was with them. *Bigger sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv3eMXkRIak/TqlvUOwp7RI/AAAAAAAAD40/WvR556WBx54/s1600/IMG_0452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv3eMXkRIak/TqlvUOwp7RI/AAAAAAAAD40/WvR556WBx54/s320/IMG_0452.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the day? Erick and Azim slept over in UM! :D Yayy! No, not in my room =.= What are you readers insane? I'm not THAT liberal you know =.= Erick slept over Aqmal's room and Azim slept over Nasbal's room. This blog shall remain and forever will be safe for kids to read. We ate at KK 1 that night because well... I didn't have a car =.= ( and not going to own one anytime soon ) and so, the only place that was within walking distance to my college was at KK1. But it was still cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tq49jhKrv_I/TqlvYRs-rlI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/vZ_v-sdZI0s/s1600/IMG_0468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tq49jhKrv_I/TqlvYRs-rlI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/vZ_v-sdZI0s/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hakim visited too! :D Aisya enjoyed thattt.....;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz that was when I had guy time with them!... Even though I'm not a guy... But you get what I mean. We walked through the law faculty that night (Not something cool because it was really creepy) and through the road back to my college :) The after rain atmosphere and the cool night breeze just made the walk more special and nostalgic. The next morning, we had breakfast and I gave them a short trip through the law faculty once more (Day mode. Whoo) and they both had to go back to Shah Alam :( While I had to go to a talk on Law and Society. I miss them. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9lK9h_O3-Y/TqlvbRzXJsI/AAAAAAAAD5o/HUhkqZwcH94/s1600/IMG_0474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9lK9h_O3-Y/TqlvbRzXJsI/AAAAAAAAD5o/HUhkqZwcH94/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erick and Azim at KK1, where Erick is attempting to not close his eyes in the picture :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are definitely different now. This year has been particularly tough for me due to all these changes. I used to be able accept change better than I do now, but lately, without them being around, without grandma, without a boyfriend, I feel... lonely. I feel as if I have the weight of the world on my shoulders and I'm slowly crumbling beneath it. That was when I realised I was never really alone. God was always there. I just forgot which made me feel bad, you know. I want to be closer to God in so many ways, and well, I went through a lot of self revelation as well this year and realised how much I have been lacking in my own religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bs5ckezXKx0/TqlvdB2XlgI/AAAAAAAAD5w/1Zx7YFuzzn0/s1600/IMG_0475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bs5ckezXKx0/TqlvdB2XlgI/AAAAAAAAD5w/1Zx7YFuzzn0/s320/IMG_0475.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel that wearing the hijab is one of the first few baby steps I'm taking into actually becoming a better Muslim. I'm happy that I realised what I have this year and despite going through a lot for the past couple of months, I know these events just made me stronger than I was before. It's hard and it still is. Even today, when I think about the things I have gone through this year, I can sometimes tear up but I'm trying to stop that and be tougher. Depressed or not, life goes on, which means I need to move on too :) Hahaha. OMG. I can't believe I just rambled on my life for two whole paragraphs. Whaaat. Okay, need to stop procrastinating now. Buh byee dear readers :D &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GMEdCDcyU4Y/TqlvXFJ77VI/AAAAAAAAD5I/gXxeTGxvDdY/s1600/IMG_0459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GMEdCDcyU4Y/TqlvXFJ77VI/AAAAAAAAD5I/gXxeTGxvDdY/s320/IMG_0459.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-6772717994458227289?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/6772717994458227289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/10/purple-and-yellow-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/6772717994458227289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/6772717994458227289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/10/purple-and-yellow-inside.html' title='Purple and Yellow inside'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TSkLxUZnf3k/TqlvZk6fGdI/AAAAAAAAD5g/nDPkMK1y9wg/s72-c/IMG_0470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-641210046930179764</id><published>2011-10-27T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T11:21:22.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Shout Outs'/><title type='text'>Hana :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OW1GG5tOkas/TqltR-rsaHI/AAAAAAAAD4o/2MZjU9YwS8w/s1600/b67bbf96fdb74c73999b7f5816b9cf11_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OW1GG5tOkas/TqltR-rsaHI/AAAAAAAAD4o/2MZjU9YwS8w/s1600/b67bbf96fdb74c73999b7f5816b9cf11_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always supporting me in whatever I do. It means a lot to me that at least at the end of the day, someone is always on my side, and that is you. Thank you for always being so understanding whenever I mess up or forget things (Coz you know I forget a lot of things) and for always being so patient when I have my days. Thank you for being my best friend and for always being the 'mature' one in our arguments. Thank you for not minding the mess I make in our room and my constant late night phone calls that would sometimes wake you up. I have my moments of being a horrible sister, room mate, house mate, etc. but I am always thankful to have you as my sister, room mate, house mate :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this post is dedicated to you my dear sister. Happy 15th Birthday :) You're growing up so fast and I am so proud of the person that you are today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-641210046930179764?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/641210046930179764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/10/hana-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/641210046930179764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/641210046930179764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/10/hana-d.html' title='Hana :D'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OW1GG5tOkas/TqltR-rsaHI/AAAAAAAAD4o/2MZjU9YwS8w/s72-c/b67bbf96fdb74c73999b7f5816b9cf11_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-2905386612478060188</id><published>2011-10-24T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T05:26:29.569-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universiti Malaya'/><title type='text'>New faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Easy enough to say that to follow any story, you would need to know the characters in that story. Similarly, to follow my life, you would need to know the people that I hang out with and revolve in my life. I am currently studying in University Malaya. I am completely new to the whole environment because I did my law foundation in UiTM and even after a month and a half of being in the faculty, I still feel a little out of place and am still struggling to understand the subjects I'm studying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--OqBIz_raEs/TqZc0gBz4fI/AAAAAAAAD4I/W4tmePgnIfU/s1600/IMG_0403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--OqBIz_raEs/TqZc0gBz4fI/AAAAAAAAD4I/W4tmePgnIfU/s320/IMG_0403.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were an avid reader of my old blog, you would recognise names like Lea, Lyyana, Adila, Azim and Erick in many of my posts. They were my family and they still are but unfortunately all of them went to UiTM which leaves me, Puteri Eleni in UM alone 0.0 It. Was. Tough. I'm talking about socially tough. I had to literally start of with a hello to everyone and I could still remember how scared I was on my first day at the faculty. *Shivers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0IAC95WRYk/TqZcF6fGlPI/AAAAAAAAD34/hGcDSgAL6Wo/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0IAC95WRYk/TqZcF6fGlPI/AAAAAAAAD34/hGcDSgAL6Wo/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9BZqi9ZT_KY/TqZcFtBKuaI/AAAAAAAAD3w/tx7jpC7nmdY/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9BZqi9ZT_KY/TqZcFtBKuaI/AAAAAAAAD3w/tx7jpC7nmdY/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You might recognise AIsya and Syuha from my old blog :) They were from UiTM's law foundation too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had two or three people I was okay with from my foundation program back in UiTM but it still felt awkward and well, different. HOWEVER!! Orientation week made us somewhat closer. I became friends with fellow UiTM law foundation mates which I never even knew last year. I can say that today, I actually have a group of friends I can talk to and tell my problems and am very relieved with that fact, but nobody can take the place my UiTM family ha sin my heart. That's a fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ok7to9ZIVnE/TqZbRbLpgvI/AAAAAAAAD3g/m2xAS5Scnv4/s1600/IMG_0342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ok7to9ZIVnE/TqZbRbLpgvI/AAAAAAAAD3g/m2xAS5Scnv4/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, here we go. Let us start with my friends. First off, we have Uyaina. That's U-YAI-NA. People have difficulty pronouncing her name and apparently teachers and students get our faces mixed up =.= This, I don't get. We don't even look like each other =.= Uyaina has the tendency to break out singing at weird times, and is also the baby in our group which means one thing- She is always getting bullied :) Mwahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2C-FcnVB8AA/TqZa9034ZMI/AAAAAAAAD3E/8sQNUC_ld7A/s1600/3739ad2190894bcb9c065530d4fd22ba_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2C-FcnVB8AA/TqZa9034ZMI/AAAAAAAAD3E/8sQNUC_ld7A/s320/3739ad2190894bcb9c065530d4fd22ba_7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we have Aqmal :) He understands women better than any guy I know and that's what makes him so special. His fashion sense is waaaay better than mine =.= and tons of other girls I know too. He and I share tons of interests from watching E! to taking silly pictures and not forgetting editing stuff on photoshop! :D At times, he can be a DRAMA KING, but he's really fun to be with :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yda9OStlt3w/TqZa85ayk_I/AAAAAAAAD3A/wNTQsWm-vsA/s1600/IMG_0370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yda9OStlt3w/TqZa85ayk_I/AAAAAAAAD3A/wNTQsWm-vsA/s320/IMG_0370.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next is Hafeez. He is weird beyond measure and is truly a kid at heart. His dance skills are... On another note, he knows his way around KL and is good in general knowledge which is good because I am terrible at both of those things =.= I can get lost in my own home city. All my classes (including tutorials) are the same with him so you can imagine how annoying he can get at times when we're both in class, and he's either poking me or throwing paper at my head. Like I said, he's a kid at heart. Grr. But he's a true friend either way :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SWb_mPcbT-Q/TqZa4psdSlI/AAAAAAAAD24/r1d6JRZCutg/s1600/IMG_0131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SWb_mPcbT-Q/TqZa4psdSlI/AAAAAAAAD24/r1d6JRZCutg/s320/IMG_0131.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And next we have my hanny bunny! :D She is the perkiest, happiest, and most innocent person you can ever meet. She reminds me of a perky cheerleader whenever she comes talking and sitting with us. I love her to bits because she's this little bunny you just cry to when you're sad or scared. However, do not mistake her innocence and perkiness as a sign of weakness, coz she can &amp;nbsp;get really fired up when she's mad or determined to do something. Imagine an angry little bunny rabbit. Aww :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DW0k3XDfBFE/TqZcDAy_hXI/AAAAAAAAD3o/sXf9l3Q9ywY/s1600/IMG_0185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DW0k3XDfBFE/TqZcDAy_hXI/AAAAAAAAD3o/sXf9l3Q9ywY/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And!And! Ijlal and Nasbal! :) No, they are not twins =.= Although, their names sound like they're realted coz they rhyme... (What am I talking about?!) ANYWAY, Ijlal is a younger version of... my father =.= He advises me like my dad, and he even shares the same interest with my dad : Economy. Ijlal once gave me advise using economy's keyne's theory's graph =.= No joke. He's often misunderstood to be arrogant but he's truly not. There's a way to talk to him and understand him but it takes a few tries to do so. Haha. I guess I get him personally because I've been living with that sort of character for the past 19 years of my life :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LzVDUfZl05k/TqZbHtZumhI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/GSK5R-Wwjw4/s1600/IMG_0419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LzVDUfZl05k/TqZbHtZumhI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/GSK5R-Wwjw4/s320/IMG_0419.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I do not have an individual photo of Ijal. But in this family potrait, he's the guy in the blue football jersey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasbal! ish the gangster in my group. He thinks he's hardcore and tough liddat, when truly he's not. He's pretty naive and innocent for a gangster if you ask me. Nasbal is great at arguing and he can thin fast on his feet. It's hard having an argument with him because sometimes, he just leaves dumbfounded and I just end up not knowing what to rebut =.= DIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrkUlMieF40/TqZbDaTBsKI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/va7AmI-FJMk/s1600/IMG_0326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrkUlMieF40/TqZbDaTBsKI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/va7AmI-FJMk/s320/IMG_0326.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There are many many many more friends I would love to introduce you readers to but I guess the more posts I make the more, you'll know them. SLOWLY :) Hehe. I now have 2 followers on my blog :) WAAAAAAAA. My old blog had 126 followers! They all left meeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QxIEz8mn0KE/TqZcv0pp85I/AAAAAAAAD4A/utjTJKx06fA/s1600/IMG_0400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QxIEz8mn0KE/TqZcv0pp85I/AAAAAAAAD4A/utjTJKx06fA/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Till the next post! bye!!! :D&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/6427356343330779352-2905386612478060188?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/2905386612478060188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-faces.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/2905386612478060188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/2905386612478060188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-faces.html' title='New faces'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--OqBIz_raEs/TqZc0gBz4fI/AAAAAAAAD4I/W4tmePgnIfU/s72-c/IMG_0403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427356343330779352.post-1951300602225158583</id><published>2011-10-24T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:13:02.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Up'/><title type='text'>Starting fresh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECGU7fgKm8E/TqZFPDapItI/AAAAAAAAD1E/rLz8EuaLc3A/s1600/IMG_0392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECGU7fgKm8E/TqZFPDapItI/AAAAAAAAD1E/rLz8EuaLc3A/s320/IMG_0392.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone! :D This is Puteri Eleni here starting fresh and new from my old blog :) Why, you ask is she making a new blog? That's simple, like duh :P Because I am now wearing the hijab! And hence, I need to cover up all my old photos of me not wearing my hijab. Get it? Get it? Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes. Here is y new blog and I hope all you old followers shall still follow my new blog here. So, get thos mouse clicking and start clicking the follow button! :D Two weeks from this post, I shall privatise my old blog so you won't see it anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter, though. I'm pretty sure this new blog will have more... drama, laughter, and well... you know how my crazy life goes. FOLLOWWWW. NOWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was just me procrastinating on my Torts notes. Hahaha. Okay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427356343330779352-1951300602225158583?l=puterieleni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/feeds/1951300602225158583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/10/starting-fresh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/1951300602225158583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427356343330779352/posts/default/1951300602225158583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puterieleni.blogspot.com/2011/10/starting-fresh.html' title='Starting fresh'/><author><name>Puteri Eleni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103800070015613169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ql79V4UdQW0/TqZIUJ91wxI/AAAAAAAAD2A/CtRIKTloEIk/s220/IMG_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECGU7fgKm8E/TqZFPDapItI/AAAAAAAAD1E/rLz8EuaLc3A/s72-c/IMG_0392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
