<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-7891124441039633674</id><updated>2024-10-07T12:37:52.783+08:00</updated><category term="Life"/><category term="Movies"/><category term="The Wedding"/><title type='text'>Truly Madly Deeply Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Reality comes from a small fantasy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiacullen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124441039633674/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiacullen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Putri_Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229033531512022615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgakMWmkL3tHvpejoaTRRLwiNSJHW4OKfO9IC_effzaEsJeotnoI3LvSnS1xNyV6zQuKdWZlq7QOeJCC144L349vYp4rDU2xtpo0iAlvZnOUqUkwEfSpr43DfOWziTHY6Q/s220/370.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124441039633674.post-2727037193027745890</id><published>2012-12-24T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-12-24T14:53:25.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Days to the Big Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I&#39;m counting the date with a churning stomach lately. Super worried, super nervous! A LOT of things still to be done =&#39;(&lt;br /&gt;
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Today is &lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;December 24&lt;/span&gt;, just &lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt; days before my solemnization in Pahang, but I&#39;m still in the office working at 2.16 p.m., in Penang!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Several colleagues&amp;nbsp;gave me&amp;nbsp;a confuse stares&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Wei, pergi balik la buat preparation.&amp;nbsp;Boleh pulak wat relaks kat sini.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Haven&#39;t take my lunch, super hungry but no appetite at all. I don&#39;t know what to eat..help! My fiance? Happily enjoying the beginning of his holiday in Shah Alam. Happily, I think. (I emailed my previous&amp;nbsp;master assignment for him to copy!)While I&#39;m busy with the all the preparation things alone.&amp;nbsp; I asked him to buy the baju melayu for my younger brother today, hope he doesn&#39;t forget.&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes, I do all the preps alone,&amp;nbsp;am sOoo tired I think I gonna throw out. But thankfully my mum help to prepare the emcee&#39;s script and keep updating me from time to time. She&#39;s so good with all the pantun so I told her she should take part time job as a scriptwriter. Or speech writer??&amp;nbsp;^_^ I continue to do the thank you tag&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;my wedding favors at Proton Juru today while waiting my car to be serviced. I just do it to the extend I don&#39;t mind people watching. Even one pakcik so interested to what I&#39;m doing. LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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There&#39;s a lot of things to be done today, as I will be going back to Pahang tomorrow morning at 4.00 a.m. (hope I could wake up on time!) because I need to fetch my Fauzan in Shah Alam to do our wedding attire fitting in the afternoon in &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;PAHANG&lt;/span&gt;, then he need to take the bus to go back to Shah Alam, and come back to Pahang a day later. Crazy I know! I need to send Milo the cat for boarding at BluePink Catshouse *I&#39;m gonna miss my boy for a week T_T*, buy the fish food block (so that&amp;nbsp;my pet&amp;nbsp;fish could survive without daily food given), pack my things, load&amp;nbsp;everything in the car,&amp;nbsp;and oh, my SPA TREATMENT appointment at 4.30 p.m! Ok, gotta go now!&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiacullen.blogspot.com/feeds/2727037193027745890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiacullen.blogspot.com/2012/12/4-days-to-big-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124441039633674/posts/default/2727037193027745890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124441039633674/posts/default/2727037193027745890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiacullen.blogspot.com/2012/12/4-days-to-big-day.html' title='4 Days to the Big Day!'/><author><name>Putri_Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229033531512022615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgakMWmkL3tHvpejoaTRRLwiNSJHW4OKfO9IC_effzaEsJeotnoI3LvSnS1xNyV6zQuKdWZlq7QOeJCC144L349vYp4rDU2xtpo0iAlvZnOUqUkwEfSpr43DfOWziTHY6Q/s220/370.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT7Y7yjxQlSZNo77HxNCo25qEL-T6H0JDjJpjbPVmj2GM57HAIkChIKx315MBS5ZbPPfp_GYzI35hTFUBqwtJWvqknNKqT7Vq3hQMChqZB5wst0c2utuJppwSQm1xPqjj6rM8YlM5qu4El/s72-c/DSC_0710+-+Copy.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124441039633674.post-9106808266678173272</id><published>2012-12-21T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-12-21T16:00:41.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting the Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
It&#39;s 21 December. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just &lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;7 days&lt;/span&gt; before my solemnization *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite all the depression, nervousness, and A LOT of things undone, I am happy to be his other half, very soon. Wish everything going on smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ya Allah, please grant us with the strength, health and happiness towards our marriage. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;
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People were ecstatic about 12.12.12. Yeah, a special date for tying the knot or getting a baby born so that you have a wonderful anniversary date, cool birthday, and for guys, an easier number to be remembered every year. And of course, we might not live for another centuries to meet this kind of date again (no, not might not, it&#39;s impossible!)&lt;div&gt;
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To be honest, I don&#39;t even realized the so-called special date on wednesday. It comes to me when people were talking about it all over the radio, facebook, twitter and lunch break in campus. Guess all I&#39;m thinking about was the 8.00 a.m. to 2.00 p.m. practical class, my annoyingly itching body-why of all the days, I get allergic reaction less than 3 weeks before my wedding :&#39;( and my contract that expires the day after. Waiting for a formal contract renewal is such a pain. I submitted the renewal application 6 months ago but I just get the offer letter a week ago!&amp;nbsp;Wish they don&#39;t hold my december salary, I need the money :(&lt;/div&gt;
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Leave the sadness for a while. Today is a far more special date for me. It&#39;s the first day of Safar, the second month in Islamic calendar for a new Hijrah year (hence the 1/2/34), a month which I am soon to be married to the love of my life ^_^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s November 28th. and it is exactly just a month before my wedding! OMG. Funny, I just realized that when my officemate greet me this morning and said, &lt;br /&gt;
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Still remember your very first introduction to the suave British&#39;s secret service agent, 007? I do.&lt;br /&gt;
It was Dr. No, the very first Bond film created based on the novel by Ian Fleming. James Bond movies are something that I could cherish as wonderful childhood memories. Back in those days, movies and tv shows had great impact in our lives, particularly to me and my older brother. We were so fascinated with movies, which I think we both still do. We literally growing up with the quotes, the actions, and the experience. I could still recalled it in my head, the first time I watch Sean Connery as James Bond and the beautiful Bond girl, Ursula Andress.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Bond, James Bond&quot; was one of our favourite play along Bond&#39;s quote. Every kid wants to be agent 007, so they carry along a toy gun, act like Bond, and speak up the famous line.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Now Bond is 50 years, and in conjunction with the celebration, the 23rd installment of the franchise, SKYFALL is released. We are lucky to be among the earliest to catch the new Bond on November 1st, even earlier than US fans that still eagerly waiting for Bond to open in cinemas. As usual, my fiance and I went for the movie with our movie maniac group of colleagues. Everyone is excited as the opening sequence goes on, it was sOoo great! And the opening song? Haunting. Adele&#39;s Skyfall is so good it brings back the classic Bond memory. I just can&#39;t get enough of this song, it stuck in my head all day O_o&lt;br /&gt;
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This was actually the second time I saw Daniel Craig as Bond after Quantum of Solace. Can you believe it that I hadn&#39;t watch the highly praised Casino Royale before Skyfall? Pathetic, I know. I just happened to be not have the chance to watch it. As Skyfall ends, I could not help myself from falling in love with the man. Daniel Craig, you are the best Bond everrrr since Sean Connery! I&#39;ve read somewhere that when the news broke that Mr.Craig is going to replace Pierce Brosnan as James Bond, the fans were skeptical. They were like &quot;How could a blond be Bond?&quot;, since all previous Bonds have dark hair. I don&#39;t really like Pierce Brosnan as James Bond so I don&#39;t even care. To me, he just too handsome to be an assassin, it doesn&#39;t looked real. Daniel Craig in the other hand, is not that good looking but girl, he&#39;s definitely charismatic. The scene where he adjusting his cuff right after jumping into the moving tube? Yes, that&#39;s what I meant.&lt;br /&gt;
I always have a thing for British and Scottish actors, like Jude Law, Robert Pattinson, James McAvoy, Gerard Butler, and now Daniel Craig. I don&#39;t know, maybe because of the delicious accent? ^,^&lt;br /&gt;
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Back to the movie, Skyfall is definitely one of the best Bond movies with one of the best villains. Javier Bardem as Raoul Silva was brilliant. He&#39;s scarily funny and wicked, no wonder he won an Oscar. I just don&#39;t get it why they killed one of the Bond girl too fast, shot in the head by Silva. I love Judi Dench as M, so I was a little upset that she died in the end. By the time I writing this, I finally get the chance to watch Casino Royale last Sunday on NTV7. Eventhough Skyfall are praised as the best Bond to date, after watching Casino Royale, I like the latter more. Why? Because there&#39;s Vesper Lynd and we get to see the soft side of Bond. Like Bond, it was just so sad I cried when Vesper died. T_T&lt;br /&gt;
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Love to see Daniel Craig again. Skyfall one more time anyone? &lt;br /&gt;
As for now, excuse me, I&#39;m enjoying Skyfall by Adele&lt;br /&gt;
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Believe it or not, I&#39;m getting married in less than two months! OMG..i am totally freakin&#39; out. There&#39;s a lot of things going on in my mind. I can&#39;t focus on work,half of 2012 is so not productive. Alhamdulillah, thank God i finally graduated my master degree last July or else I will be browsing wedding stuffs all over internet instead of doing my thesis! well, i actually did. The impact:I wrote my thesis in the course of 2 months. Only 2 months, crazyyy i know. But again, Alhamdulillah..i got 4.00 for my final semester.Syukran Ya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;
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My passion for cooking. &lt;/div&gt;
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Yes, I am a culinarian for years now, engage with cooking almost every single day, but the fire, my once fiery passion in cooking is not there. It&#39;s like, I&#39;m just doing it for the sake of my job and for the benefits of my students. God, where is &#39;that love&#39; that buried deep in myself since I was just a little girl?&lt;/div&gt;
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It almost made me cry when my mum said that she couldn&#39;t forget the deliciousness of &#39;kueh pau&#39; that I made when I was&amp;nbsp;just in primary school. Among so many things that I cooked for my family, that was&amp;nbsp;one small insignificant things that she can&#39;t forget.&amp;nbsp;I am so touched at heart. She said that what was so special about it is the filling. The filling that I accidentally invented out of boredom after coming back from school. I remember that my dad didn&#39;t believed I&amp;nbsp;made it myself&amp;nbsp;that he kept asking where I bought it from. Maybe because back then, I was just a naive schoolgirl.&lt;/div&gt;
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Suddenly all the memories pour in. Oh how I will sat in front of tv with a notebook in hand, watching every single cooking shows aired. How I will went straight to the kitchen after school, searching and wasting my mum&#39;s kitchen ingredients, cooking, testing&amp;nbsp;and inventing something that sometimes end up in the trash bin. How happy I&amp;nbsp;was that time spending my afternoon in the not-so-elegant kitchen. It all stopped when I went to the boarding school. Five years, with most of the time I felt really lost in there, learning something that I don&#39;t really can get into in an environment I can&#39;t commit with.&lt;/div&gt;
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When I first did my diploma course,&amp;nbsp;my deep&amp;nbsp;interest&amp;nbsp;in cooking ignited. But as the time flies, I guess it was not as strong as before, even when I took my bachelor degree in Culinary Arts. I can&#39;t figure out why. I am still searching for the answer now, and&amp;nbsp;determine to get &#39;that passion&#39; back.&lt;/div&gt;
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﻿I used to believe in fairy tales and a happy ending. &lt;/div&gt;
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When I thought my life is nearly perfect at 24 (I got a better job, stayed with my BFF, had a great life plan,&amp;nbsp;and got my first car), suddenly everything went sour. &lt;/div&gt;
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Yeah, life is not always beautiful...&lt;/div&gt;
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My parents separated (I refused to use the &quot;D&quot; word, coz it sounds too bad for me. Up until now only few closest friends know about it, and yes, I&#39;m good at pretending like nothing happened). &lt;/div&gt;
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While my&amp;nbsp;BFF&amp;nbsp;who I adore so much had to&amp;nbsp;leave for a&amp;nbsp;position at polytechnic in our hometown. &lt;/div&gt;
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It was a terrible time for me and I cried most of the time when I&#39;m alone.&lt;/div&gt;
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Though I&amp;nbsp;was really sad for her that she had to give up her life here, I understand that we will not &lt;/div&gt;
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achieve real happiness without our parents&#39; blessings. &lt;/div&gt;
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And that&#39;s what she did, putting the happiness of her parents first than her own. &lt;/div&gt;
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Deep inside I am so proud with her and I know, one day happiness will eventually come for her.&lt;/div&gt;
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I don&#39;t believe in fairy tales anymore, and I know I should stop believing long time ago. &lt;/div&gt;
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But a girl always has a dream and I still love them.&lt;/div&gt;
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2010: the year of joy, tears and shattered dreams had passed.Now I wish for a happier 2011. &lt;/div&gt;
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Thank you God for giving me this special someone. I am deeply grateful.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;We watched this new version of Rapunzel from Disney&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; we totally love it! Instead of Prince Charming,&amp;nbsp;Rapunzel&#39;s love interest is a thief! So real, lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;Lagenda Budak Setan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I went to watch Lagenda Budak Setan with my housemate Kak Ina few weeks ago. Actually, I&amp;nbsp;seldom watch Malay movie in cinema, but this is Lagenda Budak Setan, so I thought &quot;why not?&quot; We went straight away after work, extremely hungry but we didn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;have much time to eat before the show. So we just grabbed some sushi at Jusco and sneak-in them into the hall *Shhh..*. Anyway,&amp;nbsp;we noticed that&amp;nbsp;most of the people in there were group of guys and there&#39;s&amp;nbsp;just a few lovey-dovey couple.&amp;nbsp;Well I guess most of them are the fan of the book who read it in their teenage years, especially the 90&#39;s generation. (I love guys who really read. Most guys nowadays just don&#39;t. How sad...)&lt;/div&gt;
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Deep inside I had high hope for this movie. The reason? Yeah, because I&#39;m&amp;nbsp;a huge fan of Ahadiat Akashah. Me and my big bro love his novels very much. Sadly most of the novels were already gone. Some people just don&#39;t feel guilty of not returning others&#39; property. At first sight, looks like it gonna be a good movie. But after a few scenes, I felt really, really disappointed. Let me get the record straight, I don&#39;t hate Malay movies. In fact, I love Afdlin Shauki&#39;s, Bernard Chauly&#39;s, Khabir Bhatia&#39;s and Allahyarhamah Yasmin Ahmad&#39;s works. But Lagenda Budak Setan?&amp;nbsp;The script is extremely bad, it made us laughed (and annoyed too)&amp;nbsp;all the time even when the scene was supposed to be serious or emotional. The acting? Lisa Surihani as Ayu&amp;nbsp;is gorgeous, she melts the hearts of all my guy friends,&amp;nbsp;but there&#39;s a lot to be improved on her acting (she&#39;s better though this time&amp;nbsp;than&amp;nbsp;in &#39;I&#39;m Not Single&#39;). That newcomer, Syikin Kamal was actually good than&amp;nbsp;her (Sorry Lisa!), but this probably because&amp;nbsp;Syikin got to act the much more emotional parts. Farid Kamil was okay but I did hope they featured more on&amp;nbsp;Kashah&#39;s wild, naughty character (where&#39;s the &#39;budak setan&#39;?!) while Raja Farah was awful to look at. I don&#39;t know,&amp;nbsp;her acting just looked really &#39;fake&#39; this time. Those tears were just tears without emotion. It surprised me because she was great in Manjalara.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Thankfully there&#39;s Que Haidar and Fazura who actually &#39;save&#39; this movie.&amp;nbsp;Que was phenomenal (Kak Ina said he&#39;s like the Malay version of the late Heath Ledger, and I agree), and Fazura, oh..she&#39;s amazing as always. Love her! She covered the bad script perfectly. I wish she had more screen time (I kept asking &quot;where&#39;s Fazura, where&#39;s Fazura?&quot; almost the entire movie *sigh*. But what&#39;s good with this movie&amp;nbsp;are the cinematography and the soundtrack. Big round applause for the beautiful cinematography and good choice of songs. We stayed until the end credits nearly finished rolling just to figure out the songs&amp;nbsp;*grins*. Well people, these is just from my point of view. Go buy the DVD later if you haven&#39;t watch it. Some people love this movie. Maybe you&#39;ll too. Support our local film industry! (^-^)&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m going home..to the place where I belong..tonite!&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not really a Pekanian. I just live there since I was 9 years old. So practically Pekan is my hometown, &#39;coz&amp;nbsp; that place is&amp;nbsp;the longest&amp;nbsp;my family has&amp;nbsp;ever resided. It&#39;s a small but nice town,&amp;nbsp;along the beautiful Pahang River. There&#39;s&amp;nbsp;no traffic jam, no cinema, no huge&amp;nbsp;shopping malls, a lot of peace. And&amp;nbsp;strangely, no Rapid&amp;nbsp;bus eventhough the buses are manufactured in Pekan. We just have Rahmat Alam &amp;amp; the slightly exclusive black and white like the Pahang&#39;s flag&amp;nbsp;Bee Huat buses. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;
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Pekan is the Royal Town of Pahang (sometimes you can see Sultan Pahang driving by his own), 45 minutes drive from the city of Kuantan - the place where we seek entertainments (^_^). Pekan is also the birthplace of the late Tun Abdul Razak &amp;amp; our current Prime Minister Dato&#39; Seri Najib. I still remember when I was in primary school, Dato&#39; Najib will hosting&amp;nbsp;the Open House during Hari Raya (just across the main&amp;nbsp;street from our residential area) where there&#39;s always a lot of good foods *imagining Laksa Pahang and cendol. Mmmmm~*And we childrens will standing in line to get the &#39;duit raya&#39; from him (hey, RM1&amp;nbsp;is highly valuable that time! *ngee..*)&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, how I miss home and my long-gone childhood...=(&lt;/div&gt;
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Friendship supposed to be wonderful, where we have each other shoulder to cry on, and each other back to support of. It&#39;s really difficult when &#39;that kind of feeling&#39; (well, other than brotherly &amp;amp; sisterly love)&amp;nbsp;involved in a friendship of a group of friends. Things turned sour when jealousy comes in. And it&#39;s not fun anymore. So what do you do when you or your friend fall for one person in your group of close pals? and I mean obviously? If both are single, then there&#39;s should be no&amp;nbsp;problem. But what if one or both of them are tied&amp;nbsp;to someone else? It&#39;s complicated, isn&#39;t it?&amp;nbsp;What make things worst&amp;nbsp;is when&amp;nbsp;YOU are the object of jealousy&amp;nbsp;between them, just because you are also the next one that he/she closed to, and the only&amp;nbsp;single in your circle of friends.&amp;nbsp;When in fact, the person that he/she fall for is just like a brother/sister to you. If even small matters started to tear the friendship apart, will you just remain still and let it happen?&lt;br /&gt;
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So guys, if the friendship&amp;nbsp;you have now is highly valuable, please appreciate the persons around you, who love you and&amp;nbsp;will always be there for you no matter in joy or sorrow. You&#39;ll never want to lose them.&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiacullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1809435283639158764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiacullen.blogspot.com/2010/05/friendship-that-we-called.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124441039633674/posts/default/1809435283639158764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124441039633674/posts/default/1809435283639158764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiacullen.blogspot.com/2010/05/friendship-that-we-called.html' title='Friendship that we called..'/><author><name>Putri_Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229033531512022615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgakMWmkL3tHvpejoaTRRLwiNSJHW4OKfO9IC_effzaEsJeotnoI3LvSnS1xNyV6zQuKdWZlq7QOeJCC144L349vYp4rDU2xtpo0iAlvZnOUqUkwEfSpr43DfOWziTHY6Q/s220/370.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfq5zt7XTO5DjgS-J0sHm9S2RzDhi-31mXT-mNN_Rx6gjRebTrhvNFF2BTsIE6AbMjUi-8aFsib9mEeOy05GsZLc4ywRCFY6EhVko_jNsAXz-eSEAvyKgzGJj4mOmGES2T6MXzRdWpsYtt/s72-c/friendship_quotes_graphics_b5.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124441039633674.post-6753010779329097244</id><published>2010-03-18T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:19:14.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entering the blogging world</title><content type='html'>HellOoo blogging world! &lt;br /&gt;
Hi, I&#39;m new to this. Previously i just enjoying myself reading&amp;nbsp;others&#39; blogs. Writing is always my passion but sometimes it&#39;s hard to keep up due to time constraints,&amp;nbsp;limited internet connection, or..just because of my own lazy-self *pity my Friendster blog which not been updated since...(it&#39;s so long ago&amp;nbsp;till&amp;nbsp;i can&#39;t remember when,huhu..)*&lt;br /&gt;
So here I am, hope it will be&amp;nbsp;my continuous effort!&amp;nbsp;Till then, anyeong!&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. To Twilight haters, hope you&#39;ll not be annoyed with the whole &#39;Twilight&#39; thing on my blog. I can&#39;t help it. I&#39;m such a huge fan of The Twilight Saga&amp;nbsp;and the world Stephenie Meyer had created. So just endure it,okay? Peace!&lt;br /&gt;
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