<?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-16808640</id><updated>2011-11-20T02:50:38.263+08:00</updated><category term='sleeping position'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='Romance'/><category term='personalities'/><category term='Patrick Moberg'/><category term='New York Girl Of My Dreams'/><category term='Camille Hayton'/><title type='text'>self-defined style</title><subtitle type='html'>-if it is to be, it is up to me-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-613387041268456370</id><published>2010-01-28T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T01:28:30.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need chill-pills</title><content type='html'>So here I am, blogging thru my phone. Don't you even mention "how long ago since the last blog entry?"! Well, hello, nice of you to drop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title of this entry suggested, I think I need some of those. I'm not sure what's wrong with me, and I blame it on the PMS, which, for my case, goes throughout the cycle. My mood swings, temper, mind, emotions, dreams/nightmares are all ov. It's getting irritating to blog thru phone.. I'll continue later.. Nites.er&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-613387041268456370?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/613387041268456370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=613387041268456370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/613387041268456370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/613387041268456370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-chill-pills.html' title='I need chill-pills'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-3899500034675991364</id><published>2009-05-04T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:51:09.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Test..</title><content type='html'>I could not upload videos directly from Facebook.. So,.. let me try this out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-54a9b933871c0e0b" 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://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D54a9b933871c0e0b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330140939%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCADF98E598A034613621BF2CCCC69B7D742594E.6F70EC627564040957E1B517B035FBD7E5F0A3ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54a9b933871c0e0b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dwdus9-7p-e0eA87NO29YBkmgX-I&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://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D54a9b933871c0e0b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330140939%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCADF98E598A034613621BF2CCCC69B7D742594E.6F70EC627564040957E1B517B035FBD7E5F0A3ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54a9b933871c0e0b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dwdus9-7p-e0eA87NO29YBkmgX-I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-3899500034675991364?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=54a9b933871c0e0b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/3899500034675991364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=3899500034675991364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/3899500034675991364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/3899500034675991364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2009/05/video-test.html' title='Video Test..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-5076102707681859297</id><published>2008-12-16T08:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:06:07.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laxatives!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WhatDaTOOT! They gave me laxatives, and I'm not even having constipations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's how the story goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you, my closest ones, know, I was in @$&amp;#^@@^^&amp; pain around this time last month. My GP nearby, not giving me any pain killer, and so she get my sis to hail a cab and head straight to Changi Hospital. After a jab of heaven thru my vein, and a urine test, it was confirmed to be a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kidney_stone"&gt;kidney stone&lt;/a&gt;, stuck in my right kidney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.poandpo.com/s108/kidney_stone_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 306px;" src="http://www.poandpo.com/s108/kidney_stone_22.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to use the theory like a veggie stuck in my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/1/12981/36_2007/flossing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/1/12981/36_2007/flossing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But even that, I would floss it out, no way for that stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'll be having my &lt;a href="http://www.patient.co.uk/showdoc/27000474/"&gt;Intravenous Urography&lt;/a&gt; (IVU). It's like an xray, but specialised in our urinary system. Front desk personnel gave me these pills, to be taken 2 nights before the procedure.. 2 pills per night.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/corbis/DGT065/orange-pills_~MME089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/corbis/DGT065/orange-pills_~MME089.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (PS: I don't know if that's the pill they gave me, but they slightly looked that way..)&lt;br /&gt;Results, I've been emptying my bladder like hell, even before I put in this entry, I took a dump, third time for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This xray better turn out clear. I don't want to be forced shitting again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;NEGATIVE-CONSTIPATE&lt;br /&gt;marDina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-5076102707681859297?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/5076102707681859297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=5076102707681859297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/5076102707681859297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/5076102707681859297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2008/12/laxatives.html' title='Laxatives!!'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-8644861362241955947</id><published>2008-12-04T13:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:48:35.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've been wanting to do, saved for '09, maybe..</title><content type='html'>Here I am, figuring out what my near future would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out.. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif"&gt;Logistics Degree&lt;/a&gt; in Unisim. HOPEFULLY, I would confirm my place there by February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mini-Vacation I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to head to &lt;a href="http://www.rawasfr.com/"&gt;Pulau Rawa&lt;/a&gt;!! 16km off Mersing on 14-FEB-2009 to 17/18-FEB-2009!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mini-Vacation II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;day.. I want to head to Penang again.. For the music of course... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.visitpenang.gov.my/portal/images/stories/worldmusic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 251px;" src="http://www.visitpenang.gov.my/portal/images/stories/worldmusic.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my birthday, I just want to slack.. I'll think of something.. Suggestions? But one thing I know, I'll try and buy myself another ring, this time not a pearl one.. maybe something from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif"&gt;Tiffany &amp; Co&lt;/a&gt;.. Maybe somthing like,.. hmm.. *still thinking and saving*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea when school starts. I pray it won't clash with,...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.adventures.com.sg/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/rwmf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 606px;" src="http://www.adventures.com.sg/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/rwmf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This festival, been targeting it since my poly years!!! ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;AND IF I get that course,.. I NEED to get a new laptop, my current one is really out of shape, so,.. extra savings needed. *GIMME OT, OR APPROPRIATE FREELANCE JOBS!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still more stuff I want for 2009. Let time tell for now. Till the next time, I LOVE YOU ALL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-8644861362241955947?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/8644861362241955947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=8644861362241955947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/8644861362241955947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/8644861362241955947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-ive-been-wanting-to-do-saved-for.html' title='Things I&apos;ve been wanting to do, saved for &apos;09, maybe..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-2340598609340694255</id><published>2008-09-09T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:12:39.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemist thoughts on women..</title><content type='html'>You want a smart guy? This is what he might think of you. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.pyzam.com/img/funnypics/0/welement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://static.pyzam.com/img/funnypics/0/welement.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-2340598609340694255?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/2340598609340694255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=2340598609340694255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/2340598609340694255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/2340598609340694255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2008/09/chemist-thoughts-on-women.html' title='Chemist thoughts on women..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-6215302247656366957</id><published>2008-09-03T10:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:33:31.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates &amp; my 'addiction'</title><content type='html'>Hello my kakis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,.. Here I am, sitting at in my 22-degrees-celcius office, no new thingies to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that I stopped blogging for a while. What's more to do, attempting to blog out loud, again - but not too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy, with work, getting stressed over POTENTIAL further studies (NUID), getting pressured for nothing lately, TRYING to save up for future car - crossroad, with handsome &lt;a href="http://www.jaosusa.com/"&gt;Jaos &lt;/a&gt;lamps fixed to the  front with pull bar, extra wheel at the back and a ladder, from jaos too. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.taume.com/image/Honda-crossroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.taume.com/image/Honda-crossroad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;UPDATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my dream car, for now. It might change though, just wait and see. (Target for that by age 30.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between these processes of stressings and daydreamings, I discovered that I love heels. Not the minor 3 inches type, stilettos 5 inches type of thingy. Sometime I like, what it's called,... *drumrolls* STRIPPERS' HEELS.. I'm just in love with heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the sign that 'I'm done and over with puberty', or the official 'Welcome to WOMANHOOD' thingy. Or simply, I only have a minor &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shoe_fetishism"&gt;retifism&lt;/a&gt;? Whatever it is, I am happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Based on true SHORT stories..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Coming back home from shopping, in the bus, holding on to my new shoe box (with shoes in it of course), my sister can't help but have to ask me,.. "Why are u smilling?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was feeling down in the evening, so I went to my room, took one pair of heels out and held it tighly while watching tv, and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Whenever I passed by the shoe sections in departmental store, I MUST stop and stare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a glitch of evidence on my self diagnosed condition. Well, FYI, I think I had shoe-gasms. Haha! Looking at pictures of shoes are like watching porn to me! -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are my top 5 shoe+wish=&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;shwish&lt;/span&gt; list - from 'dunnoe when' till present..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/shoes/1/0/x/1/1/sexy_high_heels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/shoes/1/0/x/1/1/sexy_high_heels.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love red, I leave heels. This might be something I could wear everyday!! Simple, but the strappy looks,.. awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.urbanog.com/images/product/detail/moto-x-01_natmult_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.urbanog.com/images/product/detail/moto-x-01_natmult_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Classic yet fun looking, earthish color. Sexaaay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.iofferphoto.com/img/item/333/497/41/Domina-456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.iofferphoto.com/img/item/333/497/41/Domina-456.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very BEWITCHED looking.. It looks mysterious,.. yet funky and cute!! (It'll be a plus if its less shiny..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.channeladvisor.com/Sell/SSProfiles/53000126/Images/45/motox02-blkmul05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.channeladvisor.com/Sell/SSProfiles/53000126/Images/45/motox02-blkmul05.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the geeky/cyber chic look of this beauty.. It's colourful, and lively!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.todayandtomorrow.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/pierrehardy02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.todayandtomorrow.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/pierrehardy02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But this one is something I would wear for real here in Singapore, less leatherish, by Pirre Hardy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1 - MAJOR SHOEGASMIC SHOE I FOUND SO FAR!!! &lt;br /&gt;Presenting Givenchy's gladiator!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shoehunting.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/givenchypony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.shoehunting.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/givenchypony.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, this is too unrealistic right? Here's the modified version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKAnIEHq1dc/SH841YXcY1I/AAAAAAAABzE/M8iHWlCnChk/s400/givenchy-shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKAnIEHq1dc/SH841YXcY1I/AAAAAAAABzE/M8iHWlCnChk/s400/givenchy-shoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Black..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKAnIEHq1dc/SCydHvPqf6I/AAAAAAAABj8/IklF7YgodLw/s400/Givenchy"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKAnIEHq1dc/SCydHvPqf6I/AAAAAAAABj8/IklF7YgodLw/s400/Givenchy" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or White.. Mmm... Nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, that's the introduction of my new 'hobby'. There'll definitely be more to come regarding HEELS!!! *screams fading away....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outz for now. Loving you guys always..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-6215302247656366957?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/6215302247656366957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=6215302247656366957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/6215302247656366957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/6215302247656366957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2008/09/updates-my-addiction.html' title='Updates &amp; my &apos;addiction&apos;'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKAnIEHq1dc/SH841YXcY1I/AAAAAAAABzE/M8iHWlCnChk/s72-c/givenchy-shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-6383317814690816191</id><published>2008-07-26T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:55:02.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are how you pee..</title><content type='html'>This is another random post. Found this lying around online, and I just got to share it with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm going to look for a guy, based on how they pee. How? Good deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Pee Name List&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitable Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pants are twisted, cannot find hole, rips pants in anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sociable Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joins pals for a piss whether he wants one or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timid Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot piss if anyone is watching, pretends he has been and sneaks back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noisy Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whistles loudly, peeps over partition to have a look at the other fellow's tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Indifferent Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All urinals being occupied, uses sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clever Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisses without holding tool, shows off by adjusting tie at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vain Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undoes 5 buttons when 2 will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Absent-Minded Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opens jacket, takes out tie, pisses in pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Worried Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is not quite sure what he has been up to lately, makes a furtive but close inspection of tool while pissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Disgruntled Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stands for a while, grunts, farts, tries to piss, fails, farts again and walks out&lt;br /&gt;muttering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaky Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drops silent farts while pissing and looks at the bloke next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloppy Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisses on shoe, walks out with flies undone, adjusts himself ten minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reads a book or newspaper while pissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childish Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watches bubbles at bottom of the urinal while pissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangs tool on side of urinal to remove drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Drunken Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pulls out tool, sees two, puts one away, and pisses in trousers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covers tool with both hands and pisses through fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cock-Eyed Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stands in one cubical and pisses in next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, beware guys.. I might want to observe this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-6383317814690816191?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/6383317814690816191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=6383317814690816191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/6383317814690816191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/6383317814690816191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-are-how-you-pee.html' title='You are how you pee..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-8336355323084313491</id><published>2008-07-02T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:57:28.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say It RIght</title><content type='html'>I just like this song.. The words make sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AO6SnX9s5-w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AO6SnX9s5-w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowFullScreen="true" src="http://www.completealbumlyrics.com/gen/v2.swf?passid=130421&amp;backgroundImg=nellyfurtado&amp;" width="194" height="215" quality="high" name="scroll" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  bgcolor="0066CC"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.completealbumlyrics.com/single/Nelly+Furtado/" title="Nelly Furtado lyrics"&gt;Nelly Furtado&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.completealbumlyrics.com/lyric/130421/Nelly+Furtado+-+Say+It+Right.html" title="Say It Right lyrics"&gt;Say It Right lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-8336355323084313491?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/8336355323084313491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=8336355323084313491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/8336355323084313491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/8336355323084313491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2008/07/say-it-right.html' title='Say It RIght'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-4577302254161268523</id><published>2008-07-02T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:37:06.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shh... Mating in progress..</title><content type='html'>Do you know that female chimpanzee stays quiet while mating? I saw this article in reuters sometime back, just wanted to share.. Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25218592/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-4577302254161268523?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/4577302254161268523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=4577302254161268523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/4577302254161268523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/4577302254161268523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2008/07/shh-mating-in-progress.html' title='Shh... Mating in progress..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-1118288489651035469</id><published>2008-06-30T02:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T02:35:57.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry guys.. Been 'away' from blog-world</title><content type='html'>Hello all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe this blog is still being read, somehow. I sure do know my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'regular' handful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for prompting me to keep blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I have no idea who &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Secret Blogger &lt;/span&gt;is/are. There are like a couple of possibilities who he/she/they is/are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. We'll just wait and see.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MESSAGE TO SECRET BLOGGER: Hello? I am Dina. You are? *SMILEZZZZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, I owe Darwina her link, and to update her sister's link! REMIND ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I just turned 21&lt;/span&gt;, ADULTHOOD, BABY YEAH! But honestly, I don't feel any difference. The responsibilities I held on to are still the same as previous years' just progressive (not much since last's though). Seems that I've been an adult longer than I physically am. It's no big deal, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm thankful for the gifts I received. Thank you so much. I LOVE THEM ALL, REALLY!! (I'll post some pictures soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No parties/celebration? I'm reserving my 'party' for my 25th instead for one good reason,.. &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LiDpMfEeo3Q&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LiDpMfEeo3Q&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the song I want to OFFICIALLY sing. My hope is to be so much stable by then, and actually know where I'm heading in life. By the way, that song is sooooo true!! Happening lah people!! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alex-promise.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html"&gt;Ngiam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ([ctrl]+[F] Miranda) thanks for the testimony!! Touchy seh!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,.. I'll catch up with you guys, IN REAL PERSON, soon, except for SECRET BLOGGER of course, the faceless tagger.. Muahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-1118288489651035469?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/1118288489651035469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=1118288489651035469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/1118288489651035469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/1118288489651035469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry-guys-been-away-from-blog-world.html' title='Sorry guys.. Been &apos;away&apos; from blog-world'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-8331688719077438871</id><published>2008-03-30T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T15:32:43.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AirBand anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/011WFfB0GSo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/011WFfB0GSo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-8331688719077438871?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/8331688719077438871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=8331688719077438871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/8331688719077438871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/8331688719077438871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2008/03/airband-anyone.html' title='AirBand anyone?'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-5823705404884161490</id><published>2008-02-26T08:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T08:45:35.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just got to put this in..</title><content type='html'>Never thought those 'clicking', 'prompt', 'warning' tone and whatsoever from windows can created this!! Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.killsometime.com/video/video.asp?ID=1160"&gt;http://www.killsometime.com/video/video.asp?ID=1160&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-5823705404884161490?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/5823705404884161490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=5823705404884161490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/5823705404884161490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/5823705404884161490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-just-got-to-put-this-in.html' title='I just got to put this in..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-6013646780703387021</id><published>2008-02-19T08:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T08:21:09.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeping position'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalities'/><title type='text'>Morning Quickies</title><content type='html'>Okie... Before I start following up with yesterday's thingies from work,... I just want to share some stuff.. I was just listening to Morning Express, Class 95.. They were talking about sleeping positions, and as usual, I know where they got the source from, INTERNET, or accurately, either reuters or BBC.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was from BBC, read-read-read..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If you want an insight into somebody's true personality, then try to catch a glimpse of the way they sleep."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur.. Sounds like a stalker huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the main 6 positions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Foetus: Those who curl up in the foetus position are described as tough on the outside but sensitive at heart. They may be shy when they first meet somebody, but soon relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most common sleeping position, adopted by 41% of the 1,000 people who took part in the survey. More than twice as many women as men tend to adopt this position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Log (15%): Lying on your side with both arms down by your side. These sleepers are easy going, social people who like being part of the in-crowd, and who are trusting of strangers. However, they may be gullible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# The yearner (13%): People who sleep on their side with both arms out in front are said to have an open nature, but can be suspicious, cynical. They are slow to make up their minds, but once they have taken a decision, they are unlikely ever to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Soldier (8%): Lying on your back with both arms pinned to your sides. People who sleep in this position are generally quiet and reserved. They don't like a fuss, but set themselves and others high standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Freefall (7%): Lying on your front with your hands around the pillow, and your head turned to one side. Often gregarious and brash people, but can be nervy and thin-skinned underneath, and don't like criticism, or extreme situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Starfish (5%): Lying on your back with both arms up around the pillow. These sleepers make good friends because they are always ready to listen to others, and offer help when needed. They generally don't like to be the centre of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39343000/gif/_39343154_sleeping_416.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39343000/gif/_39343154_sleeping_416.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every mentioned position are 'equiped' with their own 'medical value'!! Nyeh-heh-heh!! &lt;br /&gt;(read more here,... &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/3112170.stm"&gt;ZZZZZzzzzzzz&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what position are you? Hmm... Me? Well,.. as many of you realise,.. i'm a 'hybrid'!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me analyse what position you are thru your personalities.. Nyeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time! I LOVE YOU ALL!! ESPECIALLY YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-6013646780703387021?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/6013646780703387021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=6013646780703387021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/6013646780703387021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/6013646780703387021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2008/02/morning-quickies.html' title='Morning Quickies'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-7456494107280792474</id><published>2008-02-16T10:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:33:31.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomism...</title><content type='html'>Hello!!! This is so random.. Just copy+paste thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RANDOM NO.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Valentine's day color code..&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Free&lt;br /&gt;Green - Already Booked &lt;br /&gt;Orange - Going to propose someone&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Accepted proposal, needs recovery time&lt;br /&gt;Black - Rejected Proposal&lt;br /&gt;White - Wants peace with Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Broke up&lt;br /&gt;Gray - Not interested&lt;br /&gt;Red -Have one, need one more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comments: WHAT DA *TOOTZ*... I wore black seh!! If don't believe,.. look at this! (But i still got a rose lor, same goes for the rest of the ladies in my team..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/R7ZMCzz4poI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tOaB50pEH_o/s1600-h/4Ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/R7ZMCzz4poI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tOaB50pEH_o/s400/4Ladies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167401233605502594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/R7ZMfzz4pqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DXgWBymoHLs/s1600-h/3Ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/R7ZMfzz4pqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DXgWBymoHLs/s400/3Ladies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167401731821708962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/R7ZMRTz4ppI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KSkJPIcp2X8/s1600-h/maya_Me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/R7ZMRTz4ppI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KSkJPIcp2X8/s400/maya_Me2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167401482713605778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one,.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RANDOM NO.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Orang Panjang Contemporary Mat Dictionary&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua [goo-wah] noun – What some mats&lt;br /&gt;and minahs use to call themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Similar in using “lu” when referring&lt;br /&gt;to others. A legacy that dates&lt;br /&gt;back to the times of Mat Rocks back in&lt;br /&gt;the early 80s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A common trick that can be played on&lt;br /&gt;Mats is to ask them to translate&lt;br /&gt;the English phrase “Monkey Cave” into&lt;br /&gt;Malay. The mat will then say&lt;br /&gt;“Gua Monyet” (I'm a monkey).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat [mat] noun – To the rest of the&lt;br /&gt;world, the word simply means a&lt;br /&gt;Malay guy. But within the Malay&lt;br /&gt;community itself there is a growing&lt;br /&gt;disparity in consensus to its actual&lt;br /&gt;meaning. Popularly, it's used to&lt;br /&gt;denote a guy who converses primarily&lt;br /&gt;in Malay, as opposed to the more&lt;br /&gt;“English speaking” types. Favourites&lt;br /&gt;of the mats include tapered&lt;br /&gt;jeans, trucker caps and weepy Malay&lt;br /&gt;songs with sickeningly suicidal&lt;br /&gt;lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matrep [mat-rape] noun – An extreme&lt;br /&gt;version of the mat. In addition to&lt;br /&gt;the usual mat accessories, a matrep&lt;br /&gt;will also come adorned with tattoos&lt;br /&gt;and matching body-piercings in weird&lt;br /&gt;corners of his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minah [mee-nah] noun – An expression&lt;br /&gt;used to denote a Malay female.&lt;br /&gt;Derived from the popular Malay name,&lt;br /&gt;Aminah, which used to be all the&lt;br /&gt;rage some time ago. It was sort of&lt;br /&gt;the “in-thing” to name your&lt;br /&gt;daughter Aminah back in the 60s and&lt;br /&gt;70s. In fact, legend has it that if&lt;br /&gt;you go to Geylang Serai market and&lt;br /&gt;shout “Hai Minah!” at least a&lt;br /&gt;quarter of the makcik population there&lt;br /&gt;is going to turn around and smile&lt;br /&gt;at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picit [pee-chet] adjective – When a&lt;br /&gt;mat tells you to “picit” him, it&lt;br /&gt;does not mean that he is trying to be&lt;br /&gt;cheeky (or gay, if he is talking&lt;br /&gt;to a fellow mat). It simply means that&lt;br /&gt;the mat wants you to call him on&lt;br /&gt;his mobile. What were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaksuah [ree-lek-soo-wah] adjective –&lt;br /&gt;Official slogan and life motto&lt;br /&gt;of the mats and minahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sial [see- yal ] noun / adjective – A&lt;br /&gt;full stop in every mat's&lt;br /&gt;sentence. Eg: “Tadi aku nampak&lt;br /&gt;accident sial Rabak sial Aku tak bedek&lt;br /&gt;sial Kesian sial” Translation: Just&lt;br /&gt;now I saw an accident (full stop)&lt;br /&gt;It was bad (full stop) I'm not kidding&lt;br /&gt;(full stop) Poor guy (full stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In its purest form, “sial”&lt;br /&gt;means “jinx” but mats have refined&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;art of using the word to include it at&lt;br /&gt;the end of their every sentence.&lt;br /&gt;Also comes in the more polite&lt;br /&gt;form “siak” and “siul” for those&lt;br /&gt;who&lt;br /&gt;do not want to sound too crude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skank [s-kank] adjective - A favourite&lt;br /&gt;weird-looking dance performed by&lt;br /&gt;mats and minahs. Usually done at any&lt;br /&gt;of the various gigs that mats and&lt;br /&gt;minahs love to congregate at. At&lt;br /&gt;times, you do detect evidence of&lt;br /&gt;artistry in the dance but most of the&lt;br /&gt;time they just look like they've&lt;br /&gt;been possessed by the ghost of a&lt;br /&gt;restless retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sowie [soh-wee] adjective – An&lt;br /&gt;expression of apology used by minahs.&lt;br /&gt;Commonly used in SMS and instant&lt;br /&gt;messaging. Actually they can just use&lt;br /&gt;the word “sorry” like every normal&lt;br /&gt;human being but minahs think that&lt;br /&gt;it will make them sound extra cute to&lt;br /&gt;deliberately talk that way.&lt;br /&gt;Example : “I will be late. Sowie!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step [se-tep] adjective – To beguile,&lt;br /&gt;dissimulate or impersonate&lt;br /&gt;something or someone that they are&lt;br /&gt;not. Also commonly used to describe a&lt;br /&gt;fellow mat or minah who acts in an&lt;br /&gt;arrogant manner. E.g.“Kau jangan nak&lt;br /&gt;step tak tahu eh?” Translation: Don't&lt;br /&gt;you dare feign innocence in this&lt;br /&gt;matter. Can also be used as a gerund&lt;br /&gt;e.g. “stepping”. See next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Jambu [se-tep jam-boo] adjective -&lt;br /&gt;What minahs do when they are&lt;br /&gt;sitting alone in a train and a group&lt;br /&gt;of mats walk in. It is a general&lt;br /&gt;exercise where the minah “controls”&lt;br /&gt;her facial muscles and posture in&lt;br /&gt;a way that would make her look her&lt;br /&gt;best. This would usually involve&lt;br /&gt;looking incessantly at her handphone&lt;br /&gt;for no particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoppit [setop-eet] adjective – A&lt;br /&gt;general expression of intolerance and&lt;br /&gt;dismay. When a minah uses this phrase,&lt;br /&gt;be very careful for it signals&lt;br /&gt;that she is about to lose her cool or&lt;br /&gt;get very violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comments: I have no idea, why the hell Darwina post stuff in bulletins! What's wrong with you girl?! Anyways,.. the 'STEP JAMBU' part,.. sounds true leh! BUT COME ON, IT MAKES SENSE!! Do you aspect we 'minah' to just stare at the 'mat' instead??! -LU MAU CARIK GADOH KA PA?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. That's all for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-7456494107280792474?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/7456494107280792474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=7456494107280792474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/7456494107280792474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/7456494107280792474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2008/02/randomism.html' title='Randomism...'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/R7ZMCzz4poI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tOaB50pEH_o/s72-c/4Ladies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-2258691905647502773</id><published>2008-01-18T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T09:33:25.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So.. I'm now here, alive and blogging</title><content type='html'>Alright. Sorry again, for being MIA, my dearest blog site. Anyways, here are my random nonsense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you guys heard of rumours, that I prefer not having a gamer guy.. These are two of the reasons why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't want to be doing what this guy's parents are doing, and I rather get the attention than the computer! Just read..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W5jnk7VS-Ko&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W5jnk7VS-Ko&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; Okie, this is only a young boy(I'm not a pedophile!).. But no doubt, there are man with this problem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This,.. hmm.. Just watch.. U BETTER WATCH THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBVmfIUR1DA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBVmfIUR1DA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;So,.. yeah.. No comments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I got nothing more to say now. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-2258691905647502773?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/2258691905647502773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=2258691905647502773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/2258691905647502773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/2258691905647502773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-im-now-here-alive-and-blogging.html' title='So.. I&apos;m now here, alive and blogging'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-1676014915277628683</id><published>2007-11-19T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:33:32.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grumpy-hungry-bored me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;At Work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your info,.. I murdered the strawberry cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/R0GO-IZOnqI/AAAAAAAAADk/cFXgNwQqSCU/s1600-h/IMAGE_01101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/R0GO-IZOnqI/AAAAAAAAADk/cFXgNwQqSCU/s400/IMAGE_01101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134542248235409058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at work,.. and got the cake with me.. Nyeh-heh-heh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold at work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/R0GPzYZOnrI/AAAAAAAAADs/L5ZrZzTbEi0/s1600-h/IMAGE_01107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/R0GPzYZOnrI/AAAAAAAAADs/L5ZrZzTbEi0/s400/IMAGE_01107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134543163063443122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;at home,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Got hungry,.. made myself this sandwich..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/R0GQcoZOnsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/frxLsEuZJcI/s1600-h/IMAGE_01112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/R0GQcoZOnsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/frxLsEuZJcI/s400/IMAGE_01112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134543871733046978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a simple thingy. Just pressed the french loaf over the pan,.. tuna,.. cheese, vegies.. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, I'm bored..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-1676014915277628683?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/1676014915277628683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=1676014915277628683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/1676014915277628683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/1676014915277628683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2007/11/grumpy-hungry-bored-me.html' title='grumpy-hungry-bored me..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/R0GO-IZOnqI/AAAAAAAAADk/cFXgNwQqSCU/s72-c/IMAGE_01101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-4687026494575067909</id><published>2007-11-17T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T05:10:17.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*random thoughts*</title><content type='html'>Misery&lt;br /&gt;Crawling in my veins&lt;br /&gt;Spreading thru my mind&lt;br /&gt;Weaving in and out my soul&lt;br /&gt;Poverty&lt;br /&gt;Stole my happiness&lt;br /&gt;Erased the laughters&lt;br /&gt;Not wipe the tears that wet my face&lt;br /&gt;Insanity&lt;br /&gt;It’s playing in my head&lt;br /&gt;The voice that leads my way&lt;br /&gt;Is not the torch to keep no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----to be continued----&lt;br /&gt;-strumming some chords here and there, experimenting-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-4687026494575067909?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/4687026494575067909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=4687026494575067909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/4687026494575067909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/4687026494575067909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-thoughts.html' title='*random thoughts*'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-3046407569277960391</id><published>2007-11-15T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:33:33.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patrick Moberg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille Hayton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York Girl Of My Dreams'/><title type='text'>So sweet... So romantic...</title><content type='html'>Okie. It's not about me. I came across this news article, which I think, by far the most real life romance-that-you-only-see-on-tv!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes. Hmm.. I think I should let the scribbles speak for itself!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RzshlqU2gNI/AAAAAAAAADM/BTjyMS6FPjE/s1600-h/nygirlofmydreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RzshlqU2gNI/AAAAAAAAADM/BTjyMS6FPjE/s400/nygirlofmydreams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132733131219435730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... Did he found her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/Rzskq6U2gOI/AAAAAAAAADU/IRKh-R7KOHM/s1600-h/update.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/Rzskq6U2gOI/AAAAAAAAADU/IRKh-R7KOHM/s400/update.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132736519948632290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh-heh-heh!! I found this at the website itself, the one that the guy dedicated to her!!! &lt;a href="http://www.nygirlofmydreams.com/"&gt;New York Girl of My Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blackbookmag.com/ee/images/uploads/pf_main_camille.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.blackbookmag.com/ee/images/uploads/pf_main_camille.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so, discussed this a little with Sailesh over msn. He gave me a link, with the picture of the girl! She's actually an intern for one of the magazine, publishing thingy, which was one of the media trying to locate this 'myterious' brunette - aka herself!! Btw, this is the webbie,.. &lt;a href="http://www.blackbookmag.com/features/comments/patrick-mobergs-crush-is-blackbooks-intern/"&gt;Blackbook with NYdreamgirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google, google and google around, I'm fascinated about the attention Patrick Moberg (it's about time I mention his name!) and Camille Hayton (that's her name..)are getting!!! They even look so sweet together!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RzsqWaU2gPI/AAAAAAAAADc/4siN6GLP0wA/s1600-h/subwayRomance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RzsqWaU2gPI/AAAAAAAAADc/4siN6GLP0wA/s320/subwayRomance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132742764831080690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From an Aussie &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,22735778-2,00.html"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of others who are blogging/reporting/whatsoever updates on them!! Do google them around people!! Hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what will happen to them next!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright!! I know that i'm obsessed with these people, which is non of my business. But i'm so touched you see. I can't believe this is actually happening. Do you think there's any similar stories in Singapore??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, we'll wait, and maybe create and discovery such romance.... I love you all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-3046407569277960391?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/3046407569277960391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=3046407569277960391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/3046407569277960391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/3046407569277960391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-sweet-so-romantic.html' title='So sweet... So romantic...'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RzshlqU2gNI/AAAAAAAAADM/BTjyMS6FPjE/s72-c/nygirlofmydreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-282667051918068808</id><published>2007-11-04T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:10:15.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling sleepy.. Grrr...</title><content type='html'>I just got back from my red-bra partner's place. It was fun, seeing the usual suspects and some others. Nothing 'interesting' happened. Just waiting for her to mail me the pix!! Hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie,.. this is a random questionnaire thingy, some I've already answered.. Here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Kissed more than one friend of&lt;br /&gt;yours?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Kissed someone you didn't like?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You like someone?&lt;br /&gt;Duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Held a snake?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been suspended from school?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Aww... No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Sang in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;You guess..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Sat on a roof top?&lt;br /&gt;No roof lah at HDB flat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been pushed into a pool with all&lt;br /&gt;your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! I WISH! Provided my phone is out lah.. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Shaved your head?&lt;br /&gt;NOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Played a prank on someone?&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh-heh-heh!!! What do you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Had/have a gym membership?&lt;br /&gt;HUR-HUR... ME?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Donated Blood?&lt;br /&gt;YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, unfortunately, somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I know of.. Hopefully not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who was your last?"&lt;br /&gt;just be 100% truthful&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You hung out with?&lt;br /&gt;The usual suspects, hang around, at Wi's place, somehow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Ngiam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. last person you slept next to?&lt;br /&gt;Let me think... I can't recall lah, because I sleep alone lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, with Hadi and Hida, No Reservations. Yup, that long time back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to the mall with?&lt;br /&gt;Mall? That reminds me, it's been a long while.. I went with my mom and sis for raya shoe and bag hunting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Ngiam, I shouted to the phone!! Stupid me, no handsfree, so used the 'speaker'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, usual suspects again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Nenekz ku sayang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;*blush-blush* My mom kissed me on the cheek before I head to my room.. Who you expect me to say huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Grrr..... No comments, no comments.. I can make myself cry if I want to, because its up to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be serious or be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously funny or Funnily serious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Drink whole or skim milk?&lt;br /&gt;Mix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Die in a fire or get shot?&lt;br /&gt;Get shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sun or moon?&lt;br /&gt;Fly me to the moon baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. dark or light chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;NONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Left or right?&lt;br /&gt;Right&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sunny or rainy?&lt;br /&gt;RAINY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;*gigglez* Anything lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;Bedrock, Stonerville..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Rock or hip hop?&lt;br /&gt;ROCK!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;I think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut&lt;br /&gt;it?&lt;br /&gt;Slurps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do You Cook?&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 . Current mood?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeeeeeeeeeeepy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 72 HOURS HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;Just now  say mah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sang?&lt;br /&gt;*sings* "You're just to good to be true,.. can't take my eyes of you.." While eyes on the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Been hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Like someone you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;YA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I think that's all lah.. grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, I want to sleep.. Tata! Nitez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-282667051918068808?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/282667051918068808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=282667051918068808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/282667051918068808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/282667051918068808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2007/11/feeling-sleepy-grrr.html' title='Feeling sleepy.. Grrr...'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-8148922692550146719</id><published>2007-10-28T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T05:39:49.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Culture' Shocked..</title><content type='html'>Hello guys. As many of you’ve known, I got out from NYP earlier this year. Then I head straight to the working force. That’s when my life changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short, I started working mid May, work, work, work, what more, SHIFT work. It’s no funny business. It’s tough for me, especially for a job starter I guess. But no doubt, I love my job. Love it too much, that sometimes I dedicated all of my energy to the job. It’s not healthy people. I started to miss out my language classes, my family gatherings, friends’ outing, and not forgetting, I neglected going out with ‘you-know-who’. And yes, if you could see, I’ve not blog for quite a long bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that was said, it came to mind, maybe a mini self-reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commitments and Responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;It exists to us since we don’t know when. It is our guidance to survival, unconsciously. Even as toddlers, since day one in this world, no doubt, we’re born with such duties. As babies, we cried, it was by nature, to get food, to grow, to live! (It may be crazy of me to even think this way, but it is like 5am++. So excuse my nonsense.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, I am feeling a little poetic now…. Here goes nothing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cry to Survive&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless night, the glaring day&lt;br /&gt;Magical moments to the sad dismay&lt;br /&gt;Feeling joy with twirls of pain&lt;br /&gt;Feeling toiled, weakness I shall feign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on luck, spirit’s down&lt;br /&gt;Turn around, them, I found&lt;br /&gt;There’s no shame of dazing tears&lt;br /&gt;It’s no game, life, I will not sear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what got into me, but I hope you guys like that anyways, maybe give me some feedbacks, or not? Hehe!! I wanted to blog so much of what was up. Just couldn’t, life is a little confusing for me now. Give me time, I’ll adjust, and write more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the meantime, whoever is reading, you may suggest on what I should write on. Maybe about my hair, my Hari Raya preparations, my financial plans, or my dreams and ambition! So much to write. No inspiration. So bring me the inspiration guys!! Till then, I love you all…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-8148922692550146719?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/8148922692550146719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=8148922692550146719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/8148922692550146719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/8148922692550146719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2007/10/culture-shocked.html' title='&apos;Culture&apos; Shocked..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-8775260970943750943</id><published>2007-10-25T05:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T06:22:42.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored at work,... 5++am.. grr...</title><content type='html'>Here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: Ideal Lover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/ideal-lover.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seduce people by tapping into their dreams and desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of this sensitivity, you can be the ideal lover for anyone you seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a shapeshifter - bringing romance, adventure, spirituality to relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all depends on who your with, and what their vision of a perfect relationship is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one can believe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mexican Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/mexicannamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doña Encarnacion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/mexicannamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Mexican Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Hippie Chick Name Is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/hippiechicknamegenerator/hippiechick.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rainbow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hippiechicknamegenerator/"&gt;Hippie Chick Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Makeup Look Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoursignaturemakeuplookquiz/pale-lips-big-eyes.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pale Lips with Big Eyes&lt;br /&gt;A little classic, a little retro - you look fantastic in this high fashion look.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoursignaturemakeuplookquiz/"&gt;What's Your Signature Makeup Look?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Wear Black Lipstick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshadeoflipstickshouldyouwearquiz/black.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confident, dramatic, and unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your look: Gothic beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your signature lip gloss flavor: Ginger&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshadeoflipstickshouldyouwearquiz/"&gt;What Shade of Lipstick Should You Wear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hair Should Be Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild, brilliant, and out of control.&lt;br /&gt;You're a risk taker with an eye to the future.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr... but I love my current pink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Mild Mama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouadaringwomanquiz/mild-mama.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be screaming at the top of your lungs to have a good time&lt;br /&gt;You rather chill, soak in the moment, and appreciate life for what it is&lt;br /&gt;Guys appreciate your "take life as it comes" approach...&lt;br /&gt;(Though they wouldn't mind if you got a little wild from time to time!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouadaringwomanquiz/"&gt;Are You a Daring Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Italian Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/italiannamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bambalina Mancini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/italiannamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Italian Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Style is Ludus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/ludus.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to think of love as the ultimate game&lt;br /&gt;And you love to play... even if it means lying a little&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit afraid to be close, and you don't get too attached&lt;br /&gt;A serial dater, you tend to date a few people at once&lt;br /&gt;And it's all good, until one of your sweeties finds out!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermz,... not true!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Indie Rocker!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/indie-rocker.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in it for the love of the music...&lt;br /&gt;And you couldn't care less about being signed by a big label.&lt;br /&gt;You're all about loving and supporting music - not commercial success.&lt;br /&gt;You may not have the fame and glory, but you have complete control of your career.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dating Purity Score: 81%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/datingpuritytest/innocent-dater.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an innocent dater.&lt;br /&gt;You're either lacking in dating experience or have had a long serious relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, there's still plenty of fish in the sea out there for you to sample!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/datingpuritytest/"&gt;Dating Purity Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life is Like The Princess Bride&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourlovelifelikequiz/bride.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is like a fairy tale - albeit a fairly twisted one.&lt;br /&gt;You believe romance is all about loyalty, fate, and a good  big of goofy fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love style: Idealistic yet quirky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Hollywood Ending Will Be: Perfectly romantic&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourlovelifelikequiz/"&gt;What Movie Is Your Love Life Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gulpz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Variable Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/love.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propensity for Monogamy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your propensity for monogamy is high.&lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to be devoted and loyal to one person.&lt;br /&gt;And in return, you expect the same from who you love.&lt;br /&gt;Any sign of straying, and you'll end things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience Level:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your experience level is medium.&lt;br /&gt;You probably have had a couple significant loves.&lt;br /&gt;And you may have even had your heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;But you haven't really dated a wide variety of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominance is low.&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced.&lt;br /&gt;You know a relationship is not about getting your way.&lt;br /&gt;And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynicism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cynicism is medium.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to believe in true and everlasting love...&lt;br /&gt;But you've definitely been burned enough to know better.&lt;br /&gt;You're still an optimist, but you also are a realist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your independence is high.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to be in love, and sometimes you don't even want love.&lt;br /&gt;Having your own life is very important for you...&lt;br /&gt;Even more important than having a relationship.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/"&gt;The Five Variable Love Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; quite helpful huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/pink.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dreamy, peaceful, and young at heart.&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic and caring, you tend to see the best in people.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be always smiling - and making others smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are shy and intelligent... and a very hard worker.&lt;br /&gt;You're also funny, but many people don't see your funny side.&lt;br /&gt;Your subtle dry humor leaves your close friends in stitches.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're Confident...Sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaconfidentwomanquiz/confident-sometimes.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can seem confident when the occasion calls for it&lt;br /&gt;But inside you may be experiencing a bit of self doubt&lt;br /&gt;A little more inner confidence could take you far...&lt;br /&gt;And convince others that you're as confident as you try to seem&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaconfidentwomanquiz/"&gt;Are You a Confident Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie.. That's all for now.. *smilez*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-8775260970943750943?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/8775260970943750943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=8775260970943750943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/8775260970943750943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/8775260970943750943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2007/10/bored-at-work-5am-grr.html' title='Bored at work,... 5++am.. grr...'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-178193455349976546</id><published>2007-07-08T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T10:01:44.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know.. MIA, yet, again..</title><content type='html'>Yo-yo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this late entry man. Been busy with my work, and OTs, classes, freelancing and my mu***f***ing microsopic life. Missin' my hommies, Darwyyyyyyna, Namyyyyyyyra.. Livin' on the same street, from the same hood, where've you been bee-atchs.. Yo-yo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell! Haha!! Okie-okie,.. I know, I can't speak hip hop.. I give up!! Anyways, i'm at work now. All alone in this whole office storey.. Thank goodness for my dopod, providing music for me.. Love you dopod.. *smilez*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to be blogging about my bday bbq thingy.. but all the illustrations from photos at home lah.. I'll do it soon k? AND yes,.. the grad pictures!! haha!! i'll try my best to fit them in my next entry, hopefully soon.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy lately, really busy.. Even on my off days, i'll either have chores - groceries, errands, meetings, so on, my arab class, and not forgetting, i'm holding on to an extra freelance projects..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, since there's not much to do on a Sunday, at work now,.. here it goes, something that i've not done for a long time.. nyeh-heh-heh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who was your last?"&lt;br /&gt;just be 100% truthful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You hung out with?&lt;br /&gt;A: Darwina n Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You were in a car with?&lt;br /&gt;A: Cab counted or not? The cabby uncle lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to the church with?&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't want to say who, 4-5 yrs back.. Kena drag.. Try to psycho me?.. My faith stands still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to the mall with?&lt;br /&gt;A. Darwina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You talked on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;A: Ngiam, about the one fullerton thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;A: The journalist who wrote this article.. &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idUSSYD27649120070706"&gt; Stretch your talents&lt;/a&gt; Madness seh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You hugged?&lt;br /&gt;A: I hugged, my darling lor, guitar lah.. hug only.., kena hugged is DARWINA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You cried with?&lt;br /&gt;A: Myself... I do my crying in the rain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sun or moon?&lt;br /&gt;A: I'm already working in SUN!!! DEFINITELY MOOOOOON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Winter or Fall?&lt;br /&gt;A: Romance in fall!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Left or right?&lt;br /&gt;A: To the left, to the left (singing to beyonce's song..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sunny or rainy?&lt;br /&gt;A: Rainy baby yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Song?&lt;br /&gt;A: Now in my mind,... "Seize the day..." for obvious reasons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes lah, you're invited to be the witness, me signing the papers with whomever it may concern, everyone casual wear, me, jeans, shades, cap, white shirt saying "Bride", and whomever, "Groom".. After that,.. we'll head for our reception at an established irish restaurant, MacDonalds, with coupons.. &lt;br /&gt;(Haiz,.. my dream Rock themed Wedding, kena dashed mah, 100% confirm, no hope..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut&lt;br /&gt;it?&lt;br /&gt;A: Suck them all in man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do You Cook?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yalah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 48 HOURS HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;A: yes... my mom.. on the cheek.. jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sang?&lt;br /&gt;A: every moment man..i wanna be a wrong-star... oops,.. rock star..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Been hugged?&lt;br /&gt;A: many-many times.. loving it baby yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Danced Crazy?&lt;br /&gt;A: yup weeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cried?&lt;br /&gt;A: within 48 hours,.. hmm,.. i think so lah,.. irritated lah, got dust flew into my eyes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Liked someone you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;A: haiz.. one day,.. i'm still hoping, ilhan mansiz n me, will unite.. wait for me baby.. i'll be there december.. provided i saved up enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!! Okie.. just crapping around.. i'll blog seriously at home, IF i have time.. nyeh-heh-heh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-178193455349976546?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/178193455349976546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=178193455349976546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/178193455349976546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/178193455349976546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-know-i-know-mia-yet-again.html' title='I know, I know.. MIA, yet, again..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-5194282044211726017</id><published>2007-06-12T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:33:33.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At work now.. Since 2.45AM!!</title><content type='html'>Hey-hey people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to blog on my off day, which was Monday, 11 June, to tell you guys of my wonderful weekend, somehow..? So I'm gonna tell you what happened lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, work is fine so far. I'm where i am RIGHT NOW - 4++am,to cover up for one of my colleagues (not gonna mention wassup), we have to help each other mah? I'm still paid OT, claim of taxi fare bla-bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, weekends huh? I was working, morning shift for both Saturday and Sunday.. After work on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, headed to Wiwi's place, BBQ, get together kinda thingy.. I had a great time, thanx for organizing it Wiwi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Someone said ar, he's not coming.. Then ar, 'surprise-surprise'.. *bluekz*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/Rm7cuFu3BvI/AAAAAAAAABk/9-TeOKbt3q4/s1600-h/widaBbq3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/Rm7cuFu3BvI/AAAAAAAAABk/9-TeOKbt3q4/s400/widaBbq3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075236514463942386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; came.. I was working morning shift again, like I told you earlier.. After work, met up with Hadi, aka PBC or Personal Bag Carrier.. hehe! Thank you for carrying my bag k? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/Rm7dgFu3BxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/z0EZpYTNGvo/s1600-h/hadiPBC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/Rm7dgFu3BxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/z0EZpYTNGvo/s320/hadiPBC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075237373457401618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, he like 24/7 in front of the computer, no wonder his mom kick him out of the house (not literally though, haha!) to get him offline!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to I dunnoe where.. Actually I know where lah.. &lt;br /&gt;First stop: Plaza Singapura, forgot why we were there leh? Haha! To get 'Hamster's' prezzie izzit? The cuuuuuuuuute Hamster!! Then, we want to look around some more?&lt;br /&gt;Next: Cathay something-something, somerset there, ate my lunch/dinner at BK.. Look-look..&lt;br /&gt;Then: Back to PS, finally got the prezzie..&lt;br /&gt;After that: To bugis -&gt; Bugis street -&gt; Bugis Junction -&gt; Bugis Point..&lt;br /&gt;Followed by: Millenia Walk (He thought he wanted to 'bump' into his friend, but nope, not there)&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY: A bowl of Chng Teng at the food court at Suntec..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/Rm7d3lu3ByI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CvNHPfIzCF8/s1600-h/chng+Teng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/Rm7d3lu3ByI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CvNHPfIzCF8/s320/chng+Teng.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075237777184327458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/Rm7eN1u3BzI/AAAAAAAAACE/YQid5cpkc-A/s1600-h/dnhstrong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/Rm7eN1u3BzI/AAAAAAAAACE/YQid5cpkc-A/s320/dnhstrong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075238159436416818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn a new phrase and sign that day which says 'I'm a strong girl'.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;,... oh Monday.. Off day, woke up early though, to give mom 'moral support'.. then got home,.. napped for like 2 hours before watching a few episodes of princess hours with mom.. around 6pm like that, my supp called me. I'm required to come back to work at 2.45am to cover up colleagues shift.. (crazy hour I know, but her shift was split up, my other colleague covered up first 4 hours, I cover the other, so, OT-OT!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming to terms that I have to be at work at that time, 6pm,.. I went back to sleep.. ZZZzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,.. here I am.. About 4.40am, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; morning now.. Blogging.. And having the urge to pee now.. I guess I stop here.. Tata! I'll update if I feel like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoning marDina..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-5194282044211726017?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/5194282044211726017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=5194282044211726017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/5194282044211726017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/5194282044211726017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2007/06/at-work-now-since-245am.html' title='At work now.. Since 2.45AM!!'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/Rm7cuFu3BvI/AAAAAAAAABk/9-TeOKbt3q4/s72-c/widaBbq3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-2943540530327912309</id><published>2007-05-29T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:49:58.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here!</title><content type='html'>Heyz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,… I was ‘MIA’ again. Well, I’ve been around, quiet but around, and not ‘hiding’ like some people said, *ahemz*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlights, hmm, friends knew it. I just started working as a Coordinator. Not Event Coordinator, but Field Service Coordinator for Sun Microsystem. YES, it’s the SUN, Java thingy, Solaris, Star Office thingies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks at work, still office hours, trainings… Grrr.. Some was really dry, some was fun.. I prefer trainings wih hands-on of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people I met at work!! Woohoo!! They are great people, so far so good.. *smilez*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s 3 Js, Jason – the ang mo guy who feels I’m bullying him all the time, single, available, looking (those interested, please tell me!!), Jimmy – our supp! Smiles when he is happy with his lunch, and Joe – Beng!! Haha!! Kidding! &lt;br /&gt;Beside the 3 Js, Mariana (I know, similar name), sweet lady and Radhika, woohoo! She’s a very nice person and great to talk to. And we all welcomed our new member yesterday, Raymond!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, FYI, my department is a new one, everyone started from the same level including the supp. I got some new nicknames. Underage – I prefer it as Under Edge, and Eagle Vision – because, you know, perfect eye sight, plus really can see from far.. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else shall I update about. Ermz, actually got some more lah,.. I think still too personal to share with you guys lah.. Maybe I’ll update soon? *winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marDina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-2943540530327912309?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/2943540530327912309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=2943540530327912309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/2943540530327912309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/2943540530327912309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2007/05/still-here.html' title='Still here!'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-4516994152415726207</id><published>2007-05-08T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:33:34.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far in May..</title><content type='html'>Hey-hey friends. Thanx for coming back to my blog and read about my microscopic life. Anyways, I have to apologize for not updating after so long!! I’ve not been too busy, just that I got no mood to blog lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,.. here are some of the few highlights I want to share..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been out with Wiwi, Alex-Burgerboi, Natasha(Wiwi’s bestfriend) for a couple of occasions, one of which, at Kg Glam Café on Labour Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RkAqGVAqJwI/AAAAAAAAABE/D59xs5-1t-A/s1600-h/glamCafeView.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RkAqGVAqJwI/AAAAAAAAABE/D59xs5-1t-A/s320/glamCafeView.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062092269371926274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before meeting them, I was over at the Malay Heritage Centre, helping out (one of my volunteer thingy), selling some tickets for the Taufik-Hady fund raising event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sold some tix, then, TAUFIK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ARH!! I LOVE HIM!! Haha!! So, leaving my ticket booth, got someone to cover me up,&lt;br /&gt;I guess some people took a photo with Taufik, in a group, and I missed that shot.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RkAtJFAqJzI/AAAAAAAAABc/H3VBGka20II/s1600-h/IMG_7045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RkAtJFAqJzI/AAAAAAAAABc/H3VBGka20II/s200/IMG_7045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062095615151449906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Taufik! Can I take a photo with you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, with wet hands, just out of the toilet, “Sure, no problem!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RkAqGlAqJxI/AAAAAAAAABM/X5BOnTpsVzk/s1600-h/TaufikDina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RkAqGlAqJxI/AAAAAAAAABM/X5BOnTpsVzk/s320/TaufikDina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062092273666893586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But it was blur!! Not meant to be lah.. *sadded*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe!! Jumpy-jumpy me!! Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, duration of ticket selling was over, so I got to the hall, watched the show and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RkAktVAqJtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zNJUfbqlGqo/s1600-h/hadyM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RkAktVAqJtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zNJUfbqlGqo/s320/hadyM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062086342317057746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RkAktlAqJuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/APh-ayzG0lc/s1600-h/taufikB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RkAktlAqJuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/APh-ayzG0lc/s320/taufikB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062086346612025058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RkAkt1AqJvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9grQHuU5vAU/s1600-h/mhc_trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RkAkt1AqJvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9grQHuU5vAU/s320/mhc_trio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062086350906992370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing, one of the organizer invited us for dinner in the office. Got our food, sitting down, started eating. And, somehow, Suhaimi Yusoff sat infront of me, looking hungry and started eating. And beside me, was Sarkasi Said, one of the veteran artist (batik, pottery painting and so on)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RkAqG1AqJyI/AAAAAAAAABU/qjT2vdD47sQ/s1600-h/mhc_ssm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RkAqG1AqJyI/AAAAAAAAABU/qjT2vdD47sQ/s320/mhc_ssm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062092277961860898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about my Labour Day. I’ll update more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-4516994152415726207?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/4516994152415726207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=4516994152415726207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/4516994152415726207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/4516994152415726207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-far-in-may.html' title='So far in May..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RkAqGVAqJwI/AAAAAAAAABE/D59xs5-1t-A/s72-c/glamCafeView.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-5483709504680962852</id><published>2007-05-03T05:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T05:13:04.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Cancer.. Don't mess with me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0" width="400" height="345" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.videojug.com/player/videoJugPlayer.swf?id=7a114de5-8913-c8da-1c0f-ff0008c95005" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.videojug.com/player/videoJugPlayer.swf?id=7a114de5-8913-c8da-1c0f-ff0008c95005" quality="high" width="400" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videojug.com"&gt;VideoJug&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.videojug.com/film/cancer-a-day-in-the-life"&gt;Cancer: A Day In The Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video takes less then 4 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a skeptic when comes to astrology. But I can't deny. I'm sure those closer friends of mine would think so too! This video is talking about me!!! Haha!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-5483709504680962852?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/5483709504680962852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=5483709504680962852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/5483709504680962852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/5483709504680962852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-cancer-dont-mess-with-me.html' title='I&apos;m a Cancer.. Don&apos;t mess with me!'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-3717042547812371804</id><published>2007-04-22T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:33:34.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama-Dilemma of my Job-Hunting...</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed the contract, and finally feeling at ease. But to tell you guys honestly, I wasn’t at all at moments before the confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was not trying hard enough in getting a job that nobody called me back. My CV was flying around everywhere asking for even some odd jobs! I couldn’t believe it that I’m an unwanted productive healthy mind! But I was not despaired by these unknown rejections. Well, perseverance does pays off. Here’s my so called ‘Journey of getting employed’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started way two Thursday s ago. I sent out my resume to ABC Job Agency. I got a feedback even before I woke up. One HR representative from the agency called me around 10am, while I was still sleeping! Thank goodness I responded to the ringing and pick up the call after a few dashes of self-forced-coughs, to clear my throat. He sounded calm and all. Bla-bla.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can you come down to our office for an interview?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no plans, so a few hours later, I was there, face to face with the caller! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RisTxjb67uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-XGZQy202b8/s1600-h/IMAGE_00345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RisTxjb67uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-XGZQy202b8/s320/IMAGE_00345.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056156748700380898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;That's the reflection of me at Tanjong Pagar MRT station after the interview with the HR personnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He recommended me to a well-established company, XYZ, with a position as a coordinator. He’s the expert. I said OK, maybe he knows that with my qualifications, I’m suitable for the job. With that, I manage to get a slot and got myself ‘tested’ with XYZ itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside XYZ, I was also interviewed at another company as a QA Officer (recommended by the agency too) and at the library, as a Researcher with much lesser pay than I expected. Anyways, I preferred the QA job. Although the pay for the QA job is lesser than XYZ, I still wanted it. The environment there is much more welcoming. My instincts could just sense it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my willingness to get a lower pay, XYZ offered me a job. I found out on Wednesday from the company itself as they wanted to confirm about my expected salary and all, if its negotiable and all, but I manage to get what I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night onwards, what was I supposed to do? I want the QA job. Asked my mom for some advice. She pulled some strings (her good friends). Seems that everyone got the same advice for me. &lt;br /&gt;“Follow your heart.” They said. It was as if I was having boys problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the aunties’ advice could not help much. I had a hard time sleeping thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last resort. I called the same HR personnel. I think he got a feeling of what I was thinking. I sounded like a confused soul in love! Haha!! He advised me, talked to me calmly and PROFESSIONALLY, threw some jokes. I felt calm, relax and was able to make the decision. I should have just turned to him instead of the ‘aunties’!! Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to him, now I’m going to wait till my first day of work to be commenced. I’m thankful for everyones’ support all this time that leads to this current (positive) attitude of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my family, and closer friends I definitely owe you guys something (I wanted to treat the HR personnel too, but I’m too shy!! Haha!!)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-3717042547812371804?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/3717042547812371804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=3717042547812371804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/3717042547812371804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/3717042547812371804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2007/04/drama-dilemma-of-my-job-hunting.html' title='Drama-Dilemma of my Job-Hunting...'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/RisTxjb67uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-XGZQy202b8/s72-c/IMAGE_00345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-8799925736546712674</id><published>2007-04-22T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:33:35.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wassupz of 14 to 22 april..</title><content type='html'>Hey-hey! That’s how they say ‘Hello’ in Sweden. Nope, I’ve not been there, learned that from one of my international friends in Skype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I’ve been ‘missing’ again, no updates. I’ve been busy. So here’s the updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Mendaki Mentoring volunteers outing at &lt;a href="http://www.sentosa.com.sg/"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/a&gt;. And I saw Fad and Angela!! Back, and later at night, me and my family catched a midnight movie at Princess Theatres, Wild Hogs!! Woohoo!! I Loike!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Blood donation.. BUT I can’t donate, again for the 5th or 6th time straight in a row. Lack of iron again, and this time, my iron level fell lower than the last time. So, I’m going to go to see a doctor, and get my full blood count checked (as advised by the doctor on duty)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/Rir1nDb67sI/AAAAAAAAAAU/11fHY5zvW4M/s1600-h/IMAGE_00370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/Rir1nDb67sI/AAAAAAAAAAU/11fHY5zvW4M/s320/IMAGE_00370.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056123582962921154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Darwina and myself couldn't donate, it's the first 'rejection' for her, many times for me.. That's why we're looking sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Went out with Namira and Jian Hao. Then Nurul (finally seeing her after 3 years!! She was in Malaysia MOST of the time) joined us before her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/Rir4bjb67tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ESfkSPRoGX0/s1600-h/NamNurulJH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/Rir4bjb67tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ESfkSPRoGX0/s320/NamNurulJH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056126683929308882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that same day, I received A LOT of calls! Starting from Wiwi, then Alex, then Namira, then some interview calls, Azura called, there’s a volunteer thingy called, another interview thingy.. AND MANY-MANY MORE! Well, thank goodness I have free-incoming plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: The highlight should be my first interview with ‘Company XYZ’. I’m sorry, but I rather not say the name here, because it really makes me nervous! I got to know about this job thru a local job agency. And my so called agent (I don’t want to say his name), he’s so sweet!! Haha!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: I got shortlisted for the Company XYZ!! So I went for the second interview. Then my ‘ job agent’ asked me to go for another interview as a call-centre QA, which is nearby from XYZ, one building away! &lt;br /&gt;For dinner, met up with Alex and my (unrelated-to-any-degree) bro, Xavier. We went Simpang Bedok. It was the second time we were there together(three of us). AND it was the first time ever since I know Xavier, he blanja(treat) me man, you're a full-pledged gentleman bro! Now go ask *ahem* out dude!! But there's a catch. I paid ($2) for my own share of the murtabak the three of us shared as a side dish.. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: “Mardina, good news, you got the job in XYZ!” Job agent sounded more excited than me! Haha!! Anyways, I nailed it, people!! WOOHOO!! I was required to sign the 1 year contract the following day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Feeling half-hearted. I prefer the QA job than the XYZ job. And did you know I got an interview with the library too as a ‘researcher’, six months contract, much lesser pay, and they want me to start immediately? So, being in dilemma, I turned to my Mom, asking her to tell me what to do!!  She got no idea what to tell me, she asked her good friends, whom I know of course, and she got back to me, with auntie-auntie tone, as advised by other aunties too,.. “Follow your heart..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, “It sounded like I’m having boy problems!” My mom thought so too. What do you expect, I can’t sleep at night.. I guess I’m gonna write about this ‘Job thingy’ topic in a separate post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Helped out at the Malay Heritage centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Did some marketing, and now, I’m still feeling very full from my brunch meal. Of course, I’m felling sleepy.. Grr…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back, about the 'Job thingy' adventure.. Hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marDina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-8799925736546712674?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/8799925736546712674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=8799925736546712674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/8799925736546712674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/8799925736546712674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2007/04/wassupz-of-14-to-22-april.html' title='The Wassupz of 14 to 22 april..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/Rir1nDb67sI/AAAAAAAAAAU/11fHY5zvW4M/s72-c/IMAGE_00370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-117630445875902464</id><published>2007-04-11T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:41:54.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff happens, shit too..</title><content type='html'>Hallooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to type some random stuff and some ‘wassupz’ that’s happening lately in my microscopic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thank SHITness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t recall the date of this article but I have to share this.&lt;br /&gt;Some time back, there was a Beijing lady fell from the 6th storey.&lt;br /&gt;She survived. All thanks to a pile of excrement. (Excrement=Shit)&lt;br /&gt;I am not kidding. There was this renovating/construction thingy, clearing this and that. And that pile of shit happens to be at the right place at the right time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Alah Emak Kahwinkan aku..”&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; –Oh Mom, Get Me Married (old Malay song) &lt;br /&gt;There was this new reality tv show over at Italy. Yup, the title says it all. You heard of The Bachelor and/or The Bachelorette right? But this Italian show, instead of the man choosing and eliminating ladies in every episode, this time round, its their Mom who does the work. The mom will end up choosing the most eligible wife for the son at the end of the story. So,.. if there’s such show going on in Singapore, erm, hmm… Nah, I’m not gonna join. Nyeh-heh-heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the news for now. There’s too many weird ones running around my mind. Now, I wish to share some highlights that has been happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happening. I was at home. Sometime in the middle of the day, Hadi(his blog link is there)  sms’ed me. Tic-toc-tic-toc. He got me donuts (from Donut Factory) and he even sent it to my nearest bus stop!! ARH! So sweet of you!! Thank you very much!! I like it.. *winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/1600/493288/IMAGE_00337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/320/790079/IMAGE_00337.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know which one i should start with first. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might know I’m a volunteer from &lt;a href="http://www.mendaki.org.sg/index.jsp"&gt;Mendaki&lt;/a&gt;. Thru this organization, I was privileged enough to get to work(more to volunteer) alongside with people from the Malay museum. I met and made quite a handful of friends(everyone is much senior and experienced than me).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kak faridah, she travels a lot (in fact she just got back from India, and heading to US next week? For work I guess), friends of museum, she grew up at Kampong Gelam. I learnt a lot from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s some people from Singapore Tourism Board, the licensed guide; like Tommy (retired military officer), Allison (used to be in IT, now in tourism), another lady (owns a family business), and another lady (forgotten her name and profession).&lt;br /&gt;There was 2 people from Malay Heritage Centre itself. Widyawati, very pretty and sweet lady. And last but not least, the knowledgeable Rosli (grad from NUS in related field, still doing research). Very friendly guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I woke up early, head to the &lt;a href="http://www.malayheritage.org.sg/"&gt;Malay Heritage Centre&lt;/a&gt; at Kampong Gelam. I was having a ‘training’ for an upcoming program, Heritage trail walk. The group of us walked all over the Bugis area. It was BLOODY tiring. I did not have the right walking footwear, everyone was sweating, feed-backing about the trail. It was like a trial run. It took a whole of 3 hours for us. Imagine bringing around a group of 30??!?!?! So I heard there will definitely be changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes today, I went back to the centre, same one. This time we were trained for guiding in the museum. There were only Kak Fariday, Allison and another lady, Marsha. Training us was Mr Khalid, the executive manager for the centre. He is also a curator for the museum. Not only that was my first time in the museum, I learned so much that I want to know more! Mr Khalid also allowed me to come back and ‘study more’ anytime I want, &lt;br /&gt;“Just come over, tell the receptionist my name and that I allow you to go in,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;To enter, I think you need some special passes or register or they only allow you to enter in big group? I’m not sure. No matter what, I am SO going back there soon!!! *Smilez*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home, and later in the evening, I bought curry puff from the motorcycle uncle shouting “KARIPAAAP..” from the carpark. When I got back up at home, &lt;br /&gt;“Cling-cling-cling” goes the bell. &lt;br /&gt;Nope, I was not saved by the bell. It was my ‘friend’(my cousins called him my friend). He sells ice cream, and I don’t know his name, AND he is not my friend, I don’t know that uncle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/1600/719744/IMAGE_00343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/320/8177/IMAGE_00343.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raspberry Ripple Ice Cream Potong(the one that's sandwiched with the thin waffle biscuits!! *Slurpz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, that was quite a handful for the last few days. Tomorrow will be another day of ‘adventure’. I’ll update soon. For now, I just want to read more news!! *smilez*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata for now. I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marDina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-117630445875902464?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/117630445875902464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=117630445875902464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/117630445875902464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/117630445875902464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2007/04/stuff-happens-shit-too.html' title='Stuff happens, shit too..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-117604260803176101</id><published>2007-04-08T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T00:48:58.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh huh..</title><content type='html'>Greetings to my beloved kakis of the world!! Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy lately and not home for too much. Let’s start with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. I remembered having a weird dream when suddenly,… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Does that makes me KRAAAZAAY…!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my ringtone. Grrr… It was my darling Minah Wiwi!! Hehe! She really “potong my steam”. And because of her, I’ve forgotten what I dreamt about. And what the hell, it was only NOON on the Good Friday when she woke me up! Ok, so I shouldn’t be in bed at that time of the day, I know.  Well, she was wondering where I was, and expecting me to be somewhere in Sentosa, for one reason or another. Haha! Btw, I told her again, she got the wrong day of the week. I was supposed to be at Sentosa yesterday/Saturday, and not Friday. Anyways I did not go on Saturday. I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to alex-burgerboi and gang for not tagging along with you guys. I am so sorry. Anyways, I’m heading Sentosa, next coming Saturday.. Nyeh-heh-heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not make it yesterday-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; because, I was in Johore Bahru. Just the usual once-in-a-while-family trip. It was an ‘OK’ trip, the shopping, nothing much happened there. I only brought 3 bracelets, and a box of Dunkin Donuts, and some other things.. *GRINZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/1600/100583/IMAGE_00334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/320/237792/IMAGE_00334.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Bracelets I got, one is for a freakin RM3!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sunday… &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunday-Sunday-Sunday&lt;/span&gt;.. Weird Sunday. I have ‘live band’ playing at my void deck. Not really a rock band kind of band. It was the Chinese memorial funeral service kind of thingy.. I have no idea what they call it. The marathon was since last night. I have to admit, it is not that nice as I was squinting my eyes just to concentrate my mind on the Discovery Channel. And another thing. Did I tell you, there was a Malay wedding next block? They have live band too.. And this time, it’s the real ‘gig’ as in more musical-instruments-that-we-are-used-to. Trust me. Both these ‘bands’ were fighting for attention. Imagine both of them playing at the same time. That’s not fusion at all, you have to trust me with that. My goodness. I LOVE music. Just ask anyone of my friends or family, they are my alibis. BUT, this (my)void deck band, is definite not my type. That was the first half of my day today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my sis was back from tuition, we headed to my granny’s house, 15 min walk, or less.. Then, we head to Arnold’s, FRIED CHICKEN!! YumYum!! The best fried chicken around ever! Then after our meal, we head to Sheng Siong supermarket at Haig Road..&lt;br /&gt;Back home again, and the band played on… grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Squinting) marDina..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-117604260803176101?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/117604260803176101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=117604260803176101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/117604260803176101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/117604260803176101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2007/04/uh-huh.html' title='Uh huh..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-117566574511158268</id><published>2007-04-04T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T15:26:34.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit Tartlets!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello marshmellows (That’s lame..)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, this is the proper entry that I’m suppose to blog about today..&lt;br /&gt;Like what the title suggested. This entry is dedicated to all Fruit Tartlets of the world!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyiahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, actually, not really, I would just want to ‘promote’ some stuff that was smokin’ my home kitchen lately. Somehow, people like the fruit tarts that my mom made, and so, they made orders. And I was assisting all the way in making the tartlets. It was cool! Fun, I like!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some sights of the fruit tarts. If you want to try some, just say so, email dina.mirrorz@yahoo.com or call, and wait till the next round we make a batch of it, ok? *smilez*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/1600/410368/DheartTart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/320/534145/DheartTart.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/1600/967314/DminiTarts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/400/143943/DminiTarts.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/1600/941988/DmediumTart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/320/256613/DmediumTart1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am wondering if anyone of you got any recipes for cupcakes. Actually, I want to know more on how to make the frosting or icing (especially the one that hardens) for decorations, for self-interest. Was it called the royal icing? Any kind soul out there willing to share? *winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I started to sound so domestic, ‘Martha Stewart’ kind of person. Erm, that is scary. So I’m gonna stop here. BUT I AM SERIOUS ABOUT THE RECIPE if any of you have it of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, I love you all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marDina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-117566574511158268?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/117566574511158268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=117566574511158268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/117566574511158268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/117566574511158268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2007/04/fruit-tartlets.html' title='Fruit Tartlets!!!!!'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-117562028070452831</id><published>2007-04-04T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T01:11:20.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's denying?</title><content type='html'>Hi to all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I just got back from my Arabic (not aerobic!) language class. Well, actually that was like 2 hours plus ago, now it’s like 1 plus in the morning. My day was ok I guess, the cable guy came over, finally after behind time, I got some extra channels here at home. Interesting I guess. But hey, that’s not the point on blogging today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My language class was ok. I think when I read some sentences, I sounded like a robot. Too monotone to be a Dina. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go back in time a little bit. Like you guys knew, I am currently jobless. I might not be anymore soon. Nope, its not the police job YET. It may be an IT job. Yup. Believe it or not an IT job. I can’t believe it myself. How IT? We’ll soon find out. I’ll update on that. But as an IT graduate, somehow, you can’t deny the ‘aura of IT’ around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one motivational speaker, aka Abang Abu from Ekoniaga, he said, &lt;br /&gt;“Let me guess, you’re in IT. Am I right?”&lt;br /&gt;I was like, &lt;br /&gt;“You’re into black magic?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that transparent, am I that predictable that everyone could read me like an open book? (Chill Dina, chill..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tootz* I was suppose to blog about something else. Okie, I’ll be back. I pLomise. Cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-117562028070452831?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/117562028070452831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=117562028070452831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/117562028070452831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/117562028070452831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2007/04/whos-denying.html' title='Who&apos;s denying?'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-117549705679689679</id><published>2007-04-02T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T17:48:36.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Black!!</title><content type='html'>Greetings to all my friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blog Issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for disappointing any of you who keeps coming back here with no updates. Well, I am back, after a long almost 4 months? I’ve been around, quiet but around. I’ve ‘renovated’ my so called blogskin, I hope you guys like it. And the linking to other blogs, FINALLY I have it. And &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;if you’re not linked&lt;/span&gt;, and wants to be, just tag me with the url. I’ll get it done soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am not going to talk about what happened for the last few months. It does not matter anymore. The highlights are anyways, -FYPJ, -Out of school, -Jobless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I did not just waste it away. I got some ‘stuff’ going on. That, you’ll know along the way. I will try my best to add in new entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MSN, Instant messagings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to take note, I’ve not been ‘online’ lately right? Well, actually I’ve always been, but not in msn. I did not block anyone of you. I’m so sorry if you think I did. I got sick and tired of msn for various reasons. I’ll try to drop by, if I feel like it though. Nevertheless, I’m always online in skype. If any of you are in to skyping, do add me. Just search for ‘Mardina’, I should be the only one from Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that’s the light updates. I’ll blog soon – sooner than you think – about some stuff I’ve been doing.. *Winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for now folks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you people always,&lt;br /&gt;oxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;marDina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-117549705679689679?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/117549705679689679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=117549705679689679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/117549705679689679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/117549705679689679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-in-black.html' title='Back in Black!!'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-116456004260669914</id><published>2006-11-26T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T01:39:02.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you.. You hate me..</title><content type='html'>I hate you, You hate me..&lt;br /&gt;Let's gang up and kill Barney..&lt;br /&gt;With a shot gun, BANG BANG!&lt;br /&gt;Barney on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;No more PURPLE dinosaur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love you barney, but then, i realised that you're purple.. and guys shouldn't be purple!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, that got nothing to do with what i am about to blog.. I'm suppose to tell you guys what has been happening lately.. Well,.. hmm.. let me start with 12/11/06.. was out bbqueing at ECP, mom's company, ESH, family day.. Then, visitings,.. with my pyss good friends the next day.. Faizal, Fairus, Jian Hao and Namira..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/1600/547761/IMG_5643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/320/134260/IMG_5643.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to each others' house (except for  Jian Hao, wait for CNY).. We visited Mr Hamzah-who was also my mom's Malay teacher once, and Mdm Markati-our beloved art teacher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla-bla-bla.. ARH!! Attachment boh liao on the 24th, Friday!! Haha!! My sup didn't give me such a good grade as expected, and he treated us at a bistro in our own biopolis.. Ok lah,.. not bad. It was like FINALLY i find out that my assistant supervisor, whose been very helpful, and patient with me, was from NYP!! Best part,.. she was from diploma of finance or something.. Now she's a web engineer.. haha!! macam style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went out with mom and sis, went to town, and watched Tenacious D -POD, rated M18.. My sis,.. 15.. How,.. maybe they thought she's my nerdy older sis instead? hehe! Jangan marah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 25th,.. out with Darwina.. Pesta Raya, malay arts, was going on.. Not bad lah.. the dances from a particular group was really nice.. Please do not ask me to do malay dance, or any dance, as i am bloody stiff.. There was also a troupe from East Timor, very tribal, but nevertheless, the live music was splendid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the 26th, Sunday.. Out with the kakis from IT0401.. Not everyone,.. 10 of us.. We went to Vivo City!! Its fun hanging out with them! I trully enjoyed myself people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/1600/825161/chinatownMRT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/200/704530/chinatownMRT.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/1600/519384/chinatownMRT2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/200/521183/chinatownMRT2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the train at china town MRT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/1600/257824/allGurls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/200/872431/allGurls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/1600/189289/juzGirlz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/200/961733/juzGirlz1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Angela aka 2nd Corner(because Fad is One Corner) with straight hair, and Wei Xuan aka MiXuan Mouse with curls for quite sometime.. And me,.. D'Countess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/1600/339624/oneBand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/200/910957/oneBand.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/1600/174106/oneBand2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/200/659581/oneBand2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the wristband all of us got, $2, donation for ONE.. And if you're wondering whose middle finger was swallowed,.. It was Xaviers aka Preacher of Vulgarism aka my (unrelated to any degree) brother, being swallowed by Kang Chi aka Endangered Silence aka KC..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/1600/530673/allGuys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/200/8915/allGuys2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing, L-R,.. Alex aka Royal V Typist, Wen Yong aka China Sound Alike(you will agree with me), Xavier, whose finger was swallowed in the previous picture, KC, the swallower..&lt;br /&gt;Sitting,.. Cavin aka DoppleGanger Poh, Shin Ming aka Da Godfather aka SM, and Fad aka One Corner aka Uncle Fad.. and the guys found....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/1600/470090/differentMeaning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/200/862658/differentMeaning.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Scroll some more..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/1600/964541/differentMeaning2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/200/214997/differentMeaning2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, they are really observant.. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/1600/417597/noticeFad%27sNose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/200/933475/noticeFad%27sNose.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/1600/725766/multiExpressions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6674/1605/200/262682/multiExpressions.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kakis,.. simply having fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Vivo,.. went to Simpang,.. PATTAYA!! haha! with the easterners.. Alex, Xavier, and myself.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. That was my wonderful week, or shd i say weeks? haha!! And in like 7 and a half hours time i shall be heading to back to school for the start of my FYPJ.. I'll update on that soon.. So, that's all for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-116456004260669914?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/116456004260669914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=116456004260669914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/116456004260669914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/116456004260669914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-hate-you-you-hate-me.html' title='I hate you.. You hate me..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-116317299025515688</id><published>2006-11-10T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:57:34.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boulevard of broken dreams</title><content type='html'>Why that title,.. i'll tell you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as some of you might noticed, i've changed the image for the header. The collage behind that design consist of some personal stuff of mine(that's found in my single bedded room). Let me share it with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/bracelet.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/bracelet.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the bracelet that started my so called bangle collections, since when i was 14-15 i think,.. It reminds me of Xena,.. the warrior princess of amazon!!(Im just minah of amazon..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/candle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candle that i carved when i was in sec 2.. Nope, its not a figure of a naked girl!! its influence my Vanda Miss Joaquim,.. our national flower!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/chopstick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/chopstick.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh.. That's the neck of my guitar, with the 2nd fret 'clipped', with a chopstick! Yeah.. I can't even get myself a proper clip-o/cappo/k-po? haha!! I just call it clip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/fan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/fan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i ever go to sleep without you!! That's my fan.. I got this for my birthday.. And I'm not kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/greenChair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/greenChair.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the latest addition to my room.. The green chair(no wheels) from ikea replaced my office like chair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/theDice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/theDice.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your eyes are not playing tricks. You see the blury words of 'Durex', the ultimate brand. BUT! Its not the product itself! Its a fun dice, given out by a promoter some months at Suntec.. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/watch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my trusted 'friend', my casio watch,.. been wearing it since 13-14.. A good watch can go a long way.. It may be simple.. but i love it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more from the collage to share about,.. Like the baby doll, had that since around 5 years old, it is still here with me in my room, even after moving from flat to flat.. Some random teddy bears.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all about my room.. Now, let me tell you about today(as in friday)..&lt;br /&gt;Work,.. attachment.. I think i spent one hour being one on one tutored by my assistant-supervisor of the tricks and turns of PHP5.. She's my hero!! She's very patient towards me, and the mouse(even i'm having a problem with the mouse, that's the 2nd one, and getting spoilt- simply no luck with me..)!! And i'm not as blur as i may seem! I understood the concept, and killed some bugs along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, here's where the 'Boulevard of broken dreams' comes in, "I walk alone, i walk alone.." Its ok to go around alone(single mah.. haha!!), that doesn't mean you're depressed or whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at bugis juction,.. wanting to check out some stuff for my Kampong0401 sovenirs b4 we graduate and was thinking of heading Sim Lim to top up some neccessary computer stuff at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around, hey, there's an electrical store road show.. Haha, no need Sim Lim, and i got myself a notepad cooler, and blank disk.. Woohoo!! &lt;br /&gt;So back to surveys.. Hmm,.. i can't seemed to find the stuff i wanted for sovenirs. So I walked around, aimlessly window shopping, by myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its cool walking alone. I've learned something new about myself today. I don't feel like spending when I have the cash, but when im financially down,.. I want everything!! And now,.. hmm.. my financial status is confidential.. (Confirm %*%$&amp;* after paying bills..) Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie.. That's all people! Thanx for reading this far!!&lt;br /&gt;I love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;*smilez*&lt;br /&gt;Dina&lt;br /&gt;Outz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-116317299025515688?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/116317299025515688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=116317299025515688' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/116317299025515688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/116317299025515688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/11/boulevard-of-broken-dreams.html' title='Boulevard of broken dreams'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-116290372186260989</id><published>2006-11-07T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:55:40.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im blogging, on a Tuesday!!</title><content type='html'>Haha!! It was only a few days back since I blog!! And I'm back, baby yeah! Woohoo!! But seriously,.. not in a good mood lately,.. not in a bad mood too.. Just simply a moody me.. Any ways,.. i did not read the book,.. 3rd degree, remember? I was napping,.. all the way,.. in short, i was sleeping my afternoon away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was cool, Tuesday(i mean today) was ok too, the usual. What's new was that, the moment i stepped home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Have you eaten?&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kaching*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food served just for me, as in all the servings are just nice for me!! Ok.. "Thanx"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, and think, and think.. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama: So you got your pay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,.. that's the catch.. Haiz.. But i love my mommy.. *smilez*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina Outz!!&lt;br /&gt;I love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;*smilez*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-116290372186260989?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/116290372186260989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=116290372186260989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/116290372186260989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/116290372186260989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-blogging-on-tuesday.html' title='Im blogging, on a Tuesday!!'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-116274122042715815</id><published>2006-11-05T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:48:29.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before, After?</title><content type='html'>As promised from the previous entry.. This is the pictures that i've put together.. I know lah,.. madness!! Now,.. i can really say.. Hahaha! Bless your soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/rayagila.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/rayagila.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bingetablez(i just invented the words, binget is irritating) cuzzins,.. with my sis and me.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-116274122042715815?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/116274122042715815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=116274122042715815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/116274122042715815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/116274122042715815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/11/before-after.html' title='Before, After?'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-116270890397626076</id><published>2006-11-05T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T14:49:20.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha! Bless your soul!</title><content type='html'>Okie, the title for this entry, has nothing to do with whatever is going to be typed here, It was just a quote from a song by Gnarls Barkley, Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm,.. Let me start with something not too long ago. Last Saturday, I was having some guest over for raya.. But as requested, I will only put the pictures that alex aka burgerboi aka olinda that's in it.. he came with Felicia(Koh) and DHS, around 9++pm.. here it is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/IMG_4978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/IMG_4978.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came, guests..&lt;br /&gt;Monday to Friday, the usual routine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, haha!! I almost forgot it was only yesterday!! Went out, with family (mom's side).. House visiting, the usual, and took some crazy picture in a 'before/after' style, will be uploading them soon as soon as i'm done with some editing.. Jalan-jalan, then we went to Changi beach, around 11++ i think. As soon as we parked, uncle hand me over the keys, and i was driving, one foot bared (I was wearing very high heels lah), and started 'cruising' thru the (quite)empty road of Changi.. Hmm, for a while, my uncle's and two cousins' life was in my hand.. Muahaha!! The empress was in control, baby yeah! I got some great tips while driving, cool.. And drove back to where the rest were, ghost stories, gossips, but i was silence, let the senior 'reporters' do the talking, us kids just sit there, listening, and one by one, we felt sleepy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Sunday, just slacking at home, maybe read up my James Paterson's 2nd Chance, a sequel to 1st to die. All these books comes from the same series, about great ladies,  top of their league in their challenging careers (more to crime/murder investigations), they call themselves, the woman murders club.. So far i've known of 4 books, I've read the first and the fourth (1st to die, 4th of July). Currently, like i said, 2nd chance.. And i'm going to get 3rd Degree(3rd book, duh?) soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for now. Come back soon to view the before/after pictures!! Thanx for reading this far and see you guys soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all..&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!! &lt;br /&gt;*smilez*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-116270890397626076?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/116270890397626076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=116270890397626076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/116270890397626076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/116270890397626076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/11/hahaha-bless-your-soul.html' title='Hahaha! Bless your soul!'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-116205690363724343</id><published>2006-10-29T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T17:23:57.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marry me!!</title><content type='html'>Haha!! i watched this,.. accidentally, somehow(not meant for me though!!).. But still!! Very creative marriage proposal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf' flashvars='id=638769&amp;emailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fsg.video.yahoo.com%2Futil%2Fmail%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26vid%3D6ec88c404a7f4aa7b0f71e24838005f5.638769&amp;imUrl=http%253A%252F%252Fsg.video.yahoo.com%252Fvideo%252Fplay%253F%2526ei%253DUTF-8%2526vid%253D6ec88c404a7f4aa7b0f71e24838005f5.638769&amp;imTitle=Vivek%2527s%2BMarriage%2BProposal%2Bto%2BJune%2521%2521%2BTalentGUY.com%2BBollywood&amp;searchUrl=http://sg.video.yahoo.com/video/search?p=&amp;profileUrl=http://sg.video.yahoo.com/video/profile?yid=&amp;creatorValue=ZHJfdmVr&amp;vid=6ec88c404a7f4aa7b0f71e24838005f5.638769' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='425' height='350'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-116205690363724343?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/116205690363724343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=116205690363724343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/116205690363724343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/116205690363724343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/10/marry-me.html' title='Marry me!!'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-116203758552903791</id><published>2006-10-28T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T14:09:46.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did you go AGAIN dina?</title><content type='html'>Okay, for more than a month, again, I’ve not been blogging.. My laptop was !*#@&amp;, hard disk officially dead. Now I have a new hard disk,.. from 40GB to 80GB,.. not bad lah I think.. But hey, my tagboard looks active huh? Just like instant message or irc!! I should start having forum already!! Nyiahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole month, seems like the usual routine, plus fasting and all. Visited Geylang, not bad, lotsa human being. After a month of fasting, *kaching* Hari Raya!! Selamat Hari Raya to all my Muslim kakis and those who are reading this blog now!! Hari Raya has been great so far. And now, I’m waiting for guests to come over to my place (two sets of guests were here just now). So, for now, enjoy some pictures for the first day!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = "http://new.photos.yahoo.com/dina.nikita/"&gt;Click me for the pics!!..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now.. I love u all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-116203758552903791?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/116203758552903791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=116203758552903791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/116203758552903791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/116203758552903791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-did-you-go-again-dina.html' title='Where did you go AGAIN dina?'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-115824786031166699</id><published>2006-09-14T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T23:31:00.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did you go Dina?</title><content type='html'>Hi all!! I miss you guys lots-lots. Thank you very much for dropping by to my blog and find out the latest happenings.&lt;br /&gt;It is almost a month now since my last entry. As you most of you have known, there was exams!! And I have know idea how it went, so, what done is done, wishing all the best for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the one week break. Nothing much happened. And I need to apologize to Wiwi again for not turning up to her house-warming barbeque, glad you guys have fun! But my parents drag me to my uncle’s place to meet my latest, newest, cute little baby cousin, Alyaa!! She is so cute(but sleeping when we reached).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/cheretzBeretz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/cheretzBeretz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;MISS YOU GUYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/bioPolisVisit2me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/200/bioPolisVisit2me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, many of you might have find out, IPP!! Industrial Placement Program. I could say that ½ of my Bio-I class went for it, and another ½ for FYPJ(Final Year Project), and one of us heading Chengdu(not Calcutta!!) for OPP(O for Overseas).&lt;br /&gt;I am now at Bioinformatics Institute, as a web developer with SUPERSTAR, Mr Jason Yeo, very-very helpful, and patient!! where J2EE, EJB, JSP (all those alien things to me because I did not take Java Enterprise) really matters. &lt;br /&gt;So.. DINA WILL SURVIVE!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, find out that Pipi is in the same boat as me, at crimson logic, and wearing formal everyday (I’m still wearing the usual, ALRIGHT!). &lt;br /&gt;Wiwi, Arthur, Mimi, Sandy is at Block R (wondering how are you guys doing?), &lt;br /&gt;Zihuai doing gridComputing, &lt;br /&gt;Marvelous doing some IBM thing, I think, &lt;br /&gt;Glenn is at PSA doing database stuff, &lt;br /&gt;Cavin, WX, Khairul and Weilun same company as Pipi, different department, &lt;br /&gt;Lili at IRA taxing people(just kidding), &lt;br /&gt;Jeremy at Outram. &lt;br /&gt;Alex and Felicia K at IBM Expo (Do not envy Alex’s job)&lt;br /&gt;(Wah, type so much already!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week of IPP went well, week 2, so far so good, started coding the interface for our assignment already(confidential, hehe). And soon, tomorrow is already Friday!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dina v1.2: Hey, did anything interesting happened recently?&lt;br /&gt;Dina v1.1: Haha! Glad you asked. In fact yes, if you consider it interesting. Why don’t you say something v1.2..&lt;br /&gt;V1.2: Sure no problem! Dina went out both Saturday and Sunday recently.&lt;br /&gt;V1.1: Indeed! Saturday, she went for her second cousins betrothal ceremony. And Sunday, nyeh-heh-heh..&lt;br /&gt;V1.2: What happened on Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;V1.1: You know it! Hehe. She went out, went to the library to look out for some stuff she is suppose to learn, turned to be unsuccessful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.yimg.com/movies/2005/photos/main/210794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://sg.yimg.com/movies/2005/photos/main/210794.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1.2: But? I’m sure she had a back up plan!! Ok, she watched LITTLEMAN!!&lt;br /&gt;V1.1: Woohoo!! Yes. With her friend who she have not seen since APRIL!!&lt;br /&gt;V1.2: And hey, Dina had a really good Sunday, she enjoyed herself, he enjoyed too. V1.1: I’m sure the both of them did. *winkz*&lt;br /&gt;Monday? What about it?&lt;br /&gt;V1.2: Shame on you not to know!! Anyways, Dina met up with Alex with his injured foot, accompanied him to pierce his ear.&lt;br /&gt;V1.1: She also met up with Hadi after that right?&lt;br /&gt;V1.2: Yes, with his friend Kenny. Crazy people of the world!&lt;br /&gt;V1.1: Dina said that the date with the 3 guys was fine.. Weird in some ways.. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;V1.2: Tuesday, Dina got her new passport at ICA, I heard the admin lady even need to look at her latest ID from her licence, I think Dina look different huh? &lt;br /&gt;V1.1: … Especially without her make up!! Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;V1.2: And her sister scolded her for not wearing any when she goes out!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx Dina V1.1 and V1.2! I Appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, to Thursday was fine, another mugging style work, and I realized that I can’t sit still!! I will be very restless sitting too long!! How!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, I’m out of words to share for now, thank you for reading this far. Do not hesitate to tag of what’s new in your life, and please-please-please, keep in touch!! I miss you guys, I love you guys, I need you guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SMILEZ and WINKZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sincerely yours,&lt;br /&gt;Dina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-OUTZ-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-115824786031166699?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/115824786031166699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=115824786031166699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115824786031166699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115824786031166699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/09/where-did-you-go-dina.html' title='Where did you go Dina?'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-115589443096625284</id><published>2006-08-18T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T17:54:41.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a rocker!!</title><content type='html'>I scored as a ROCKER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.quizfarm.com/1117184159d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1117184159d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/scores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/scores.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-115589443096625284?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/115589443096625284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=115589443096625284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115589443096625284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115589443096625284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-rocker.html' title='I&apos;m a rocker!!'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-115574694554115222</id><published>2006-08-17T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:14:05.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 20th...</title><content type='html'>Hey hello all!! I was suppose to blog this before i blog about the breast thingy.. so here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend,.. my family(including aunty, uncles, cuzzins, grannies, and whole lots..) and definitely myself went to Downtown East.. Mr and Mrs Aziz rented 2 chalets.. So we were there, having fun and all, including barbeque and games and laughing and many others.. It was fun.. These are some of the photos,.. I'll post more soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://f7.yahoofs.com/users/44ad0e97z1353807/dca9scd/__sr_/32f7scd.jpg?phgC14EBNCgbF7IP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://f7.yahoofs.com/users/44ad0e97z1353807/dca9scd/__sr_/32f7scd.jpg?phgC14EBNCgbF7IP" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^My family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/chaletSet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/chaletSet1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^The CuZziNs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/chaletSet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/chaletSet2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^True stoners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/chaletSet3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/chaletSet3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^Those trusted I.D0+Z in crime..&lt;br /&gt;Okie,.. u can't see who is who.. This is a cleary pic of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/IMG_2532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/IMG_2532.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stone looking guy is Nordin.. The one with the moustache is my dad, the lady who's standing who looks like me is my mom, sitting in black is Namira, centre sitting is ME!!, and Darwina is in orange!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/dina.aziz/album?.dir=dca9scd&amp;.src=ph&amp;store=&amp;prodid=&amp;.done=http%3a//photos.yahoo.com/ph//my_photos"&gt;Click here for more of the chalet photos..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think it a great event.. Maybe next year, we'll do it again, and I'll try invite more of you.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-115574694554115222?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/115574694554115222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=115574694554115222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115574694554115222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115574694554115222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/08/20th.html' title='The 20th...'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-115565698102854286</id><published>2006-08-15T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:58:28.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So... Maybe I should get a breast implant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/genImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/genImage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh-heh-heh! Just kidding.. I'm happy with what I have! I just came across this news about this 24 year old lady, whose live saved by that silicon thing!&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, copied and paste from Reuters(as usual)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JERUSALEM (Reuters) - An Israeli woman's breast implants saved her life when she was wounded in a Hizbollah rocket attack during Israel's war with the Lebanese group, a hospital spokesman said Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors found shrapnel embedded in the silicone implants, just inches from the 24-year-old's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was saved from death," said a spokesman for Nahariya Hospital in northern Israel. The woman has been released from hospital.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an alternative for bulletproof vest huh? So how? Anyone wants to sponsor? hehe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-115565698102854286?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/115565698102854286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=115565698102854286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115565698102854286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115565698102854286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-maybe-i-should-get-breast-implant.html' title='So... Maybe I should get a breast implant!'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-115445270349400381</id><published>2006-08-02T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T02:00:00.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cheret Beretz Inc again...</title><content type='html'>Its us, us, us and us again.. We just crapping infront of Puva's(aka nanny, pipi etc) camPhone.. Its taken during an outing last week.. We were just crapping around, taking a break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/artsnaturalpose1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/artsnaturalpose1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who say Arthur is 'hansem' ar? That's the real him, inside out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/chebetz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/chebetz1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parts and pieaces of Cheret Beretz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/lishiMichIndian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/lishiMichIndian.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wanna be Indianz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/marvIndian.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/marvIndian.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kala-kala Gupta-Gupta-Gupta-Gupta Hey-Yo..!" That was what Chin Boon singing that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/spiceAiyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/spiceAiyo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right, we got Blur Spice, Gypsy Spice, Devil Spice, Nanny Spice and Emo Spice.. Spice girls are back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-115445270349400381?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/115445270349400381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=115445270349400381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115445270349400381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115445270349400381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/08/cheret-beretz-inc-again.html' title='The Cheret Beretz Inc again...'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-115436128591655768</id><published>2006-07-31T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T10:53:20.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.417</title><content type='html'>Greetings. Let me tell you what happened in L.417. Let me warn you, these things always happen to places similar to L.417. Anyways, for those have no idea what L.417 is, it is the unit number of one of the girl’s toilet at block level 4 in Nanyang Polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody creepy, just like the usual girl’s toilet here and there!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost six in the evening, and I got the urge to release the excess toxic in liquid form from my body. So finally, there I was. At the last cubicle. All I could hear was nothing but silence and the pissing of.. (ok too much details). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something out of norm starts adding to the surrounding silence. Just as I zipped my flyers, no doubt I heard shrieking of a door and it was not from the cubicle I was in. And I was alone since I entered L.417. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I thought, “Ok, someone needed to use the facilities too.”&lt;br /&gt;As I opened the cubicle door, surprisingly, from the reflection of the mirrors, I was still alone in the whole L.417 unit! Every cubicle doors were wide open, together with their toilet seats like mouth of empty stomach craving to be fed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if someone went in, (for some weird reason to breathe some air from there), and went back out before I opened my cubicle door, I would at least hear the “shrieking” twice. I may not be so good in maths, but still, I heard it once! (Btw, I did wash my hand after using the toilet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This freaked out some of the lady classmates in class when I told them not to go L.417 alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, the only other girl’s toilet at level 4, L.421, seems like it have it’s own story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I head home around 7pm, I got Pipi and Wiwi(their temporary names for awhile) to accompany me to the ladies (L.421). Last cubicle, it was lock. I was ok if I were to use the cubicle next door. But this k-po little Miss Wiwi, insist to squat and peep to check on the last cubicle, to see if she could see any ‘nice shoes’(in short see if there was anyone). Thankfully, I have not entered any cubicles. From the Didi, to the Pipi, to the Wiwi. Looking at each other. Scream a little. Out of L.421.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no one in the last cubicle! Ah!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, they accompanied me back to L.417. Fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a favour, there's actually a shoe lying near the door, can you spot it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/image001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/400/image001.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-115436128591655768?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/115436128591655768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=115436128591655768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115436128591655768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115436128591655768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/07/l417.html' title='L.417'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-115359298812324483</id><published>2006-07-23T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T02:29:48.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch for that girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I found this lying around online,.. about a guy and his girlfriend.. hope you guys enjoy it!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR EXAMPLE: One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the passion starts to heat up, we were all over each other and just when I was ready to pound nails through two inch plywood she looks up at me and says "I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "WHAT??!! What was that?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear... "You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man." She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to take so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit. We went onto the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you...she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis. I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey." She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, "I think this is all &lt;br /&gt;dear, let's go to the cashier." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled WHAT?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then said "Honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman." And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added, "Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either....but at least that bitch knows I'm smarter than her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-115359298812324483?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/115359298812324483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=115359298812324483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115359298812324483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115359298812324483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/07/ouch-for-that-girl.html' title='Ouch for that girl...'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-115332971960818806</id><published>2006-07-20T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:24:58.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cheretzBeretz again...</title><content type='html'>This time round.. Not too much word.. Just comment on it if you want.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/faces.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/gilaCombine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/gilaCombine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on having fun ppl!! and smile always.. Dina loves you all, especially you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-115332971960818806?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/115332971960818806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=115332971960818806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115332971960818806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115332971960818806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/07/cheretzberetz-again.html' title='The cheretzBeretz again...'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-115262787695355082</id><published>2006-07-11T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:24:37.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post World Cup Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/result.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/result.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I understand that world cup was ‘like so yesterday’s yesterday’ now. FYI, I did got sad, not too much tears though, just emotional over it!! Before I get to Zizou’s head butt event, I wanted to say that the Australian really did a good job despite loosing their last match. It was a heartbreaking moment for me to see the way they have lost to the Italian! Seriously, sad for them, heartbroken, and I could even see (from TV, duh) the Italians’ fan did cry for Australia. Australian possesses the game, till, towards the last precious moments, Italy scored? Damn. The feeling was as painful just like getting ditched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.yimg.com/xp/ap/20060711/21/484960396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://sg.yimg.com/xp/ap/20060711/21/484960396.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Zinedine Zidane. He is the best! He deserves that best player award! But please. He head butt for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think that red card was even necessary. Come on, first thing first, the referee did not catch that unfortunate event. It was the fourth official (k-po-kia) who saw, only the ‘heading’, that informed the naïve referee about it. There must be a reason why Zidane rammed Materazzi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From some sources I read,..&lt;br /&gt;Materazzi admitted he insulted Zidane before the France captain head-butted him, but denied calling him a "terrorist." &lt;br /&gt;"I did insult him, it's true," Materazzi said in Tuesday's Gazzetta dello Sport. "But I categorically did not call him a terrorist. I'm not cultured and I don't even know what an Islamic terrorist is." &lt;br /&gt;Media reports, based on interpretations by lip-readers, have suggested that Materazzi called Zidane a terrorist or insulted his mother or sister. Materazzi denies these claims, too.&lt;br /&gt;-Yahoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what done is done, congratulations to Italy for winning the cup for the fourth time in history. Yet I am proud of the French for getting that far! I will post more on the Head Butt incident if I could find anymore interesting articles.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I did not support France nor Australia. I was supporting Germany!! Woohoo!! Even though they lost to Italy in the semi’s, I still won my bet (a meal or two, ketuk!!)!! Alright, Baby yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for now! I love you all, especially you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-115262787695355082?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/115262787695355082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=115262787695355082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115262787695355082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115262787695355082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/07/post-world-cup-fever.html' title='Post World Cup Fever'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-115211685658627448</id><published>2006-07-06T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T00:27:36.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to share..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/girlz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/400/girlz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-115211685658627448?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/115211685658627448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=115211685658627448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115211685658627448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115211685658627448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/07/something-to-share.html' title='Something to share..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-115001986850909556</id><published>2006-06-11T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T17:57:48.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sausage huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Before you read on, don't get this wrong, it is nothing x-rated on it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/sausage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/sausage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANKFURT (Reuters) - German police have arrested a man on suspicion of murdering a woman with a sausage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosecutors and police said the 50-year-old was arrested after the woman's body was discovered in an apartment in Zwickau, eastern Germany. They said she had choked on a Bockwurst, a popular large German sausage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prosecutors said the man had given a patchy account of events, acknowledging that he may have "administered" a Bockwurst to the woman. They are now working to establish exactly what happened in the run up to her death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-115001986850909556?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/115001986850909556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=115001986850909556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115001986850909556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/115001986850909556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/06/sausage-huh.html' title='Sausage huh?'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-114918354652568217</id><published>2006-06-02T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T12:46:33.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More of the heaty beretz..</title><content type='html'>I was a lil' bored, and the heat is killing me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I've been drinking neWater for the past 3 yrs without knowing(i knew it, but emphasizing it makes it too clear!!). I find that out when i visit the neWater visitor centre on Wednesday.. not bad ar,.. atleast 1st time in my poly life, i got dismissed just 10 mins from home!! While others are on their journey back home, i was happily having my nightmares in my afternoon nap.. wakaka!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/gamaBerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/gamaBerry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,.. here are some pictures i cropped recently.. Picture of my current project group(case study thingy..) and me being extra with another group, the Blossom Cherries aka Cheretz.. enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/cheretNDina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/cheretNDina.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-114918354652568217?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/114918354652568217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=114918354652568217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114918354652568217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114918354652568217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-of-heaty-beretz.html' title='More of the heaty beretz..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-114840325479848772</id><published>2006-05-24T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T01:18:44.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Walk or Big Makan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/beforeNAfter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/beforeNAfter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;This is the before and after.. how to slim down you tell me?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/minahPayongz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/minahPayongz2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Presenting Mardina and Darwina as, The Payong Girlz!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/makanBW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/makanBW.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;This is the MAKAN WAR!! Right bottom corner, clockwise, Noel(mom's friend), Mama a.k.a Kamsiah and my friend Darwina..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in the war of Walking and Makan here,.. can see lah who win.. Its for you to decide..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-114840325479848772?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/114840325479848772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=114840325479848772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114840325479848772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114840325479848772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/05/big-walk-or-big-makan.html' title='Big Walk or Big Makan?'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-114839963324851925</id><published>2006-05-23T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:53:53.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Cheretz Beretz of BioInfo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/goneCasePpl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/400/goneCasePpl1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday madness.. Taken after Mr Puru's class.. How, got standard or not? We are partially part of the future in the BioInfo/Med industry.. Your fate lies with us.. Muahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-114839963324851925?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/114839963324851925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=114839963324851925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114839963324851925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114839963324851925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/05/cheretz-beretz-of-bioinfo.html' title='the Cheretz Beretz of BioInfo..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-114788662785934576</id><published>2006-05-18T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T01:23:47.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My moody may..</title><content type='html'>It’s been quite sometime since I actually ‘wrote something’ in my very own blog, SINCERELY!! So here it goes, hopefully interested readers could understand me better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s finally mid-may. May, mAy, maY, MAY, may…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never fails, something not so right would happen sometime around this month for me. And it is usually in May. It’s written in the stars? It’s a curse? Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting superstitious aside, I guess it is just mere coincidence. What happened in my past May, well, I rather keep it safe in my personal journal, rather then posting in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, shit happened again, for awhile (the one I skipped Puru’s lesson remember?). But its settled now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you about a story that made me start cursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was last Tuesday, dated May 9 2006. I was 4 stops away from school, when I received an SMS informing that Adrian’s class was ‘postponed’. Well, from home to school, hmm, close to 20 stops ONLY..&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I had an errand to run over at SSDC nearby. With that done, I head to Bedok interchange looking for a perfect dessert to ease off the rest of my Moody May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found, the antidote of my dilemma!!&lt;br /&gt;Pointing to my antidote and nodded my head with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake shop auntie: You want &lt;strong&gt;chocolate fuck&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;One second, two second, three..&lt;br /&gt;Moody May Me: Erm, ya. I want one &lt;strong&gt;chocolate FUDGE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking home, I can’t stop laughing to myself on this little misunderstanding. I was distressed way before I could &lt;strong&gt;get a fuck&lt;/strong&gt;, sorry, I mean &lt;strong&gt;FORK&lt;/strong&gt; for my chocolate &lt;em&gt;*ehem*&lt;/em&gt; FUDGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, my moody may isn’t that bad after all. And remember, I love you all!! Especially you, yes you!! Hehe..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-114788662785934576?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/114788662785934576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=114788662785934576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114788662785934576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114788662785934576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-moody-may.html' title='My moody may..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-114685107012799612</id><published>2006-05-06T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T01:46:51.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Alone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a funny feeling,&lt;br /&gt;it comes from deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;I get all mad and angry,&lt;br /&gt;wanting to go and hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor calls it depression,&lt;br /&gt;my dad says it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;But the thoughts and feelings,&lt;br /&gt;no one will ever be able to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say I'm psycho,&lt;br /&gt;some say I'm just weird.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm a different person,&lt;br /&gt;and the old me just disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get really edgy,&lt;br /&gt;I want to commit suicide real bad.&lt;br /&gt;Then I get a headache,&lt;br /&gt;followed by feeling sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could get help,&lt;br /&gt;I wish it would go away.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I keep praying real hard,&lt;br /&gt;it will some day.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write this, Megan Hance did this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-114685107012799612?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/114685107012799612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=114685107012799612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114685107012799612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114685107012799612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/05/am-i-alone.html' title='Am I Alone?'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-114484729983995471</id><published>2006-04-12T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T21:08:19.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality time, is a must..</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;My primary love language is probably&lt;br&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quality Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br&gt;with a secondary love language being&lt;br&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acts of Service&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width='20'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width='20'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width='20'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width='20'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width='20'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Information&lt;/h2&gt; Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.youthnetsouthampton.org.uk/breakout/lovelanguages.php' target='_blank'&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-114484729983995471?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/114484729983995471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=114484729983995471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114484729983995471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114484729983995471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/04/quality-time-is-must.html' title='Quality time, is a must..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-114440467859810771</id><published>2006-04-07T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T18:12:01.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM RED!! (quite true, i guess)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50649/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;resultid=B" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50649/http://i.emode.com/color/images/red_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test at Tickle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;        Your true color is Red!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Your color is red, the color of racy sportscars, blushing cheeks, and luscious roses. Red symbolizes passion, romance, and love. So, since you're ruled by red, you probably trust your feelings more than your brain and tend to act spontaneously. If you see something you want, you go for it without thinking twice — impulsive is your middle name. You don't wait around for people to make decisions, either; you dive right in. Quite the romantic, you pay close attention to your emotions. In fact, if your heart isn't in what you're doing, you won't be satisfied. Of course, even when you do pour all your energy into the projects you tackle, your impetuous nature means your passions can shift as frequently as the wind. That's why some reds have trouble with commitment. Our advice? Next time you're feeling fickle, think before you act, if possible. You might be surprised at the results. Overall, though, it's great to be red. No one lives life more completely than you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50650/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;resultid=B" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your True Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-114440467859810771?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/114440467859810771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=114440467859810771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114440467859810771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114440467859810771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-red-quite-true-i-guess.html' title='I AM RED!! (quite true, i guess)'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-114278208090053716</id><published>2006-03-19T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T23:28:16.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the fast lane..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;interesting article i read from my fave, reuters.. enjoy ya?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROME (Reuters) - The zig-zagging car gave them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Italian police pulled over the vehicle, they found a completely naked 70-year-old woman who had been trying to have sex with the driver -- 11 years her junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After demanding the joy-riding couple get dressed, the police tested the semi-nude male motorist for drunk driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was three times over the legal (blood-alcohol) limit," said police commander Angelo D'Anardo in the city of Cologno al Serio, northeast of Milan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We assume they must have been drinking at lunch and then things got out of control."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked if the couple were married, D'Anardo said he wasn't sure -- but somehow doubted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Married people wouldn't probably do anything like this."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-114278208090053716?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/114278208090053716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=114278208090053716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114278208090053716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114278208090053716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='Life in the fast lane..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-114198817983199853</id><published>2006-03-10T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T18:56:19.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore police pose as gays to trap drug dealers</title><content type='html'>SINGAPORE, March 10 (Reuters) - Singapore police officers pretending to be homosexuals looking for sex arrested four gay men suspected of drug trafficking, police said on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two male undercover officers posed as gays to get access to a drug ring which supplied ecstasy pills exclusively to homosexual men, a spokeswoman for the Central Narcotics Bureau said, adding that officers had used this tactic before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officers found six ecstasy pills in the raid and were led to the suppliers' flat where they found another 136 ecstasy pills and eight Erimin-5 tablets, a banned sedative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the four arrested have been charged with drug trafficking, for which they face at least five years in prison and up to five strokes of the cane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From our understanding, they believe that by consuming drugs while having sex, their sexual pleasure can be heightened," a police officer named Mark was quoted as saying by Singapore tabloid The New Paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homosexual acts are illegal in Singapore and the government has outlawed some gay events in the past. Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong said in October that while gays were "people like you and me" he did not want the city-state to have gay parades as it would offend conservative Singaporeans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authorities generally turn a blind eye to gay activities and in 2004 Singapore played host to a gay and lesbian festival that attracted about 6,000 people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the party was banned last year and a junior minister said the 2004 festival may have been responsible for a surge in the number of local AIDS cases, a remark that outraged gay activists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-114198817983199853?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/114198817983199853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=114198817983199853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114198817983199853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114198817983199853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/03/singapore-police-pose-as-gays-to-trap.html' title='Singapore police pose as gays to trap drug dealers'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-114156751806596382</id><published>2006-03-05T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:05:18.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Exam 2006, Y2S2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/afterExamY2S2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/afterExamY2S2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the pic, took at bishan right after the last paper(after brunch at KFC of course).. &lt;br /&gt;Alex, Kang Chi, Wen Yong, Ying Ying, and myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-114156751806596382?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/114156751806596382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=114156751806596382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114156751806596382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114156751806596382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/03/post-exam-2006-y2s2.html' title='Post Exam 2006, Y2S2'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-114077290292120580</id><published>2006-02-24T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T17:21:42.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would-be rock star plunges from bed to death</title><content type='html'>I found this at reauters.. so you still want to be a rock star huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINGAPORE (Reuters) - A teenage guitarist got so carried away while bouncing up and down on his bed mimicking a rock star that he flew out of a third floor window to his death, a Singapore newspaper reported Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Straits Times said Li Xiao Meng, a 16-year-old from China who was studying at Singapore's Hua Business School, was a keen musician who liked to jump up and down while playing his guitar in his hostel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But on November 17 he took things a bit too far," the newspaper said, reporting on a coroner's court findings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruling death by misadventure, the court said evidence "points to the deceased unintentionally falling out of the window to his death when he was hyped up with exhilaration, jumping up and down on the bed placed against an open window while mimicking a rock guitarist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally the windows were locked, the newspaper said, but students sometimes forced them open so they could smoke, something prohibited by the hostel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-114077290292120580?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/114077290292120580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=114077290292120580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114077290292120580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114077290292120580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/02/would-be-rock-star-plunges-from-bed-to.html' title='Would-be rock star plunges from bed to death'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-114007333088479710</id><published>2006-02-16T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T15:02:10.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened?</title><content type='html'>i got this from reuters.. this is a &lt;strong&gt;must read!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered who the guy is.. want to meet him in person..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;BERLIN (Reuters) - A German youth who tied himself to a foldaway bed because he was bored was rescued by police after becoming trapped in its mechanism, officials said on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbors alerted the police in the western German town of Schwelm after hearing the 16-year-old's cries for help late on Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When police entered the apartment, they found the bed had folded itself away and the red-faced youth was tied upside down to it with a tow-rope and wire and unable to free himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He said he did it because he was bored," said Dietmar Trust, a spokesman for the local police. "He was visibly embarrassed but it was also a pretty amusing situation."&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. seriously, what was he thinking? hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-114007333088479710?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/114007333088479710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=114007333088479710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114007333088479710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/114007333088479710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-happened.html' title='what happened?'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-113958328285617040</id><published>2006-02-10T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:54:42.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one also no comment..</title><content type='html'>I got no comment on this too,..&lt;br /&gt;Got this from my 'violent' junior.. U GUYS VIOLENTLY RAWKZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r4zS6LtoMCk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r4zS6LtoMCk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-113958328285617040?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/113958328285617040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=113958328285617040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113958328285617040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113958328285617040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-one-also-no-comment.html' title='This one also no comment..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-113872718418592449</id><published>2006-02-01T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T01:06:24.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some wacky quotes i found online.. enjoy..</title><content type='html'>Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it &lt;br /&gt;seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an &lt;br /&gt;hour, and it seems like a minute. THAT'S &lt;br /&gt;relativity. - Albert Einstein &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working &lt;br /&gt;the moment you get up in the morning and does not &lt;br /&gt;stop until you meet a beautiful girl. &lt;br /&gt;- Uzair Sait &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with being punctual is that nobody's &lt;br /&gt;there to appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;- Franklin P. Jones &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain &lt;br /&gt;the success of those we don't like? &lt;br /&gt;- Jean Cocturan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matters not whether you win or lose; what &lt;br /&gt;matters is whether I win or lose. &lt;br /&gt;- Darrin Weinberg &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is pleasant. &lt;br /&gt;Death is peaceful. &lt;br /&gt;It's the transition that's troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help a man when he is in trouble and he will &lt;br /&gt;remember you when he is &lt;br /&gt;in trouble again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complex problems have simple, easy to understand &lt;br /&gt;wrong answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not exactly cheating, I prefer to consider it &lt;br /&gt;creative problem solving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said money can't buy happiness, didn't know &lt;br /&gt;where to shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol doesn't solve any problems, but then again, &lt;br /&gt;neither does milk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people are only alive because it is illegal to &lt;br /&gt;shoot them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive your enemies but remember their names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of people watching you is directly &lt;br /&gt;proportional to the stupidity of your action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry that the world ends today, its already &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow in Australia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-113872718418592449?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/113872718418592449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=113872718418592449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113872718418592449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113872718418592449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-wacky-quotes-i-found-online-enjoy.html' title='some wacky quotes i found online.. enjoy..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-113863747667775289</id><published>2006-01-31T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T01:13:20.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really got no comment on this..</title><content type='html'>My friend send it to me this afternoon.. I think style.. No words to the music,.. but simply, emotions were there.. reminds me,.. "You say it best, when you say nothing at all.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VR-kUrIEVNI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VR-kUrIEVNI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-113863747667775289?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/113863747667775289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=113863747667775289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113863747667775289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113863747667775289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-really-got-no-comment-on-this.html' title='I really got no comment on this..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-113845846708441786</id><published>2006-01-28T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T22:32:02.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X2-dgKoeu7E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X2-dgKoeu7E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-113845846708441786?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/113845846708441786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=113845846708441786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113845846708441786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113845846708441786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/01/cute-baby.html' title='cute baby...'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-113813147666547151</id><published>2006-01-25T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T03:37:56.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anagrams</title><content type='html'>Anagrams are words or phrases made by transposing or rearranging letter of other words or phrases. This is a list of some pretty dam good ones, obviously there are people out there with way too much time on their hands.Lets have a look at them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dormitory" - Dirty Room&lt;br /&gt;"Evangelist" - Evil's Agent&lt;br /&gt;"Desperation" - A Rope Ends It&lt;br /&gt;"The Morse Code" - Here Come Dots&lt;br /&gt;"Slot Machines" - Cash Lost in 'em&lt;br /&gt;"Animosity" - Is No Amity&lt;br /&gt;"Mother-in-law" - Woman Hitler&lt;br /&gt;"Snooze Alarms" -&lt;br /&gt;Alas! No More Z's&lt;br /&gt;"Alec Guinness" - Genuine Class&lt;br /&gt;"Semolina" - Is No Meal&lt;br /&gt;"The Public Art Galleries" - Large Picture Halls, I Bet&lt;br /&gt;"A Decimal Point" - I'm a Dot in Place&lt;br /&gt;"The Earthquakes" - That Queer Shake&lt;br /&gt;"Eleven plus two" - Twelve plus one&lt;br /&gt;"Contradiction" - Accord not in it&lt;br /&gt;"George Bush" - He bugs Gore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some big daddy ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be or not to be: that is the question, whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune."&lt;br /&gt;Anagram: "In one of the Bard's best-thought-of tragedies, our insistent hero, Hamlet, queries on two fronts about how life turns rotten."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind."&lt;br /&gt;Anagram: "A thin man ran; makes a large stride, left planet, pins flag on moon! On to Mars!""President Clinton of the USA" Anagram: "To copulate he finds interns."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-113813147666547151?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/113813147666547151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=113813147666547151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113813147666547151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113813147666547151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/01/anagrams.html' title='anagrams'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-113716837746054212</id><published>2006-01-13T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T00:13:59.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday the 13.. 1st big time stress this yr..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/1600/3Amigo2006.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6674/1605/320/3Amigo2006.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'distress' print..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-113716837746054212?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/113716837746054212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=113716837746054212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113716837746054212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113716837746054212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday-13-1st-big-time-stress-this-yr.html' title='friday the 13.. 1st big time stress this yr..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-113709522120551052</id><published>2006-01-13T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T03:47:01.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 to 10</title><content type='html'>Benedict was asked to make a sentence using 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 and 10.Not only did he do it from 1 to 10, he did it again from 10 back to 1.This is what he came up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day I go 2 climb up a 3 outside a house to peep. But the couple sawme, so I panic and 4 down. The man rush out and wanted to 5 with me. Irun until I fall 6 and throw up. So I go into 7 eleven and grab some 8to throw at him. Then I took a 9 and try to stab him. 10 God he runaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I put the 9 back and pay for the 8 and left 7 eleven. Next day, Icall my boss and say I am 6. He said 5, tomorrow also no need to comeback 4 work. He also asks me to climb a 3 and jump down. I don'tunderstand, I so nice 2 him but I don't know what he 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-113709522120551052?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/113709522120551052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=113709522120551052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113709522120551052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113709522120551052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/01/1-to-10.html' title='1 to 10'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-113648733979967738</id><published>2006-01-06T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T02:59:37.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wicked!!</title><content type='html'>Is it called fate or coincident?&lt;br /&gt;Message:&lt;br /&gt;1) New York City has 11 letters.&lt;br /&gt;2) Afghanistan has 11 letters.&lt;br /&gt;3) Ramsin Yuseb (The terrorist who threatenedto destroy the Twin Towers in 1993)has 11 letters.&lt;br /&gt;4) George W Bush has 11 letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be a mere coincidence, but this getsmore interesting:&lt;br /&gt;1) New York is the 11th state.2&lt;br /&gt;2) The first plane crashing against the TwinTowers wasflight number 11.&lt;br /&gt;3) Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers.9 + 2 = 11&lt;br /&gt;4) Flight 77 which also hit Twin Towers, wascarrying 65 passengers.6+5 = 11&lt;br /&gt;5) The tragedy was on September 11, or 9/11as it is now known.9 + 1+ 1 = 11&lt;br /&gt;6) The date is equal to the US emergencyservices telephone number 911.9 + 1 + 1 = 11.Sheer coincidence..?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on and make upyour own mind:&lt;br /&gt;1) The total number of victims inside all the hi-jacked planes was 254.2 + 5 + 4 = 11.&lt;br /&gt;2) September 11 is day number 254 of thecalendar year.Again 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.&lt;br /&gt;3) The Madrid bombing took place on 3/11/2004.3 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 4 = 11.&lt;br /&gt;4) The tragedy of Madrid happened 911 daysafterthe Twin Towers incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is where things get totally eerie:&lt;br /&gt;The most recognised symbol for the US, afterthe Stars &amp;amp; Stripes, is the Eagle. The followingverse is taken from theQuran, the Islamicholy book:&lt;br /&gt;"For it is written that a son of Arabia wouldawakena fearsome Eagle.The wrath of the Eagle would be feltthroughoutthelands of Allah and lo,while some of the people trembled in despairstillmore rejoiced: forthe wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands ofAllahand there waspeace."&lt;br /&gt;That verse is number 9.11 of the Quran.&lt;br /&gt;Still uncovinced about all of this..?! Try this and see how you feel afterwards, it made my hair stand on end:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open Microsoft Word and do the following:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Type in capitals Q33 NY. This is the flightnumber of the firstplane to hit one of the Twin Towers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Highlight the Q33 NY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Change the font size to 48.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Change the actual font to the WINGDINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think now?!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-113648733979967738?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/113648733979967738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=113648733979967738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113648733979967738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113648733979967738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/01/wicked.html' title='wicked!!'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-113648081505148223</id><published>2006-01-06T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T01:06:55.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So u love coffee?</title><content type='html'>I've come across this in reuters.. hope to share it with you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEW YORK (Reuters) - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you pay $175 for a pound of coffee beans which had passed through the backside of a furry mammal in Indonesia? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apparently, some coffee lovers wanting to treat themselves to something special are lapping it up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kopi Luwak beans from Indonesia are rare and expensive, thanks to a unique taste and aroma enhanced by the digestive system of palm civets, nocturnal tree-climbing creatures about the size of a large house cat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"People like coffee. And when they want to treat themselves, they order the Kopi Luwak," said Isaac Jones, director of sales for Tastes of The World, an online supplier of gourmet coffee, tea and cocoa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despite being carnivorous, civets eat ripe coffee cherries for treats. The coffee beans, which are found inside of the cherries, remain intact after passing through the animal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Civet droppings are found on the forest floor near coffee plantations. Once carefully cleaned and roasted, the beans are sold to specialty buyers. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jones said sales for Kopi Luwak rose three-fold just before the Christmas holiday compared with the first half of the year. The company started selling the rare coffee in February 2005. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He expects to sell around 200 pounds of the coffee this year, with orders coming from North America and Europe. So far, most of the orders have been from California. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indonesia produces only about 500 kilograms, or roughly 1,100 pounds, of the coffee each year, making it extremely expensive and difficult to find. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's the most expensive coffee that we know about in the world," said Jones. By comparison Jamaica's Blue Mountain coffee, considered to be an expensive type, sells for $35 to $40 per pound, while a pound of Colombia's Supremo arabicas can be bought for about $14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. it's sure is expensive,.. so would you like this for your birthday present next time? hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-113648081505148223?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/113648081505148223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=113648081505148223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113648081505148223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113648081505148223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-u-love-coffee.html' title='So u love coffee?'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-113126275179452740</id><published>2005-11-06T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T15:39:11.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glued to the toilet?</title><content type='html'>da usual copy n paste from reuters.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man glued to toilet seat, sues store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Fri Nov 4, 2005 8:26 AM ET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - A Colorado man who had a panic attack when he found he was glued to a toilet seat in a Home Depot restroom has sued the home improvement giant for negligence, saying staff ignored his plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retired electrical engineer Bob Dougherty, 57, said on Thursday he was stuck in the stall with his pants down for about 20 minutes and that two years after the 2003 incident he was suffering from post-traumatic stress, which has triggered diabetes and heart complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have these nightmares every night where I am locked in this dark room, with no windows, no doors, no fresh air, no route for escape. I wake up in these cold sweats," Dougherty said.&lt;br /&gt;Spokesmen for Home Depot Inc. could not immediately be reached for comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dougherty said in a lawsuit filed last week in Boulder, Colorado, that he thought he was having a heart attack when he realized his buttocks and legs were stuck to the toilet seat in the Home Depot restroom in Louisville, Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained his plight to an employee who came into the restroom but other Home Depot staffers thought it was a hoax and he had to wait until someone else came in to again summon help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dougherty is claiming unspecified damages for help with medical and psychiatric bills, for humiliation and for the diabetes he said he has developed as a result of the stress.&lt;br /&gt;"Home Depot not only ignored my plight, they refused my plight," he said. Dougherty said he suspected the glue had been placed there as a prank by three teens seen earlier in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Reuters 2005. All Rights Reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-113126275179452740?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/113126275179452740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=113126275179452740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113126275179452740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/113126275179452740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2005/11/glued-to-toilet.html' title='glued to the toilet?'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-112937986481220662</id><published>2005-10-15T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T20:37:44.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Miss'</title><content type='html'>Standard ar.. copy paste from friendster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever missed someone&lt;br /&gt;and felt terrible&lt;br /&gt;because u think that he/she doesn't miss u? Almost everyone has..Read on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone is terrible but at the&lt;br /&gt;same time, a sweet feeling.&lt;br /&gt;U will be sitting around wondering if u&lt;br /&gt;meant anything to him/her.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking if he/she ever cares about u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing to the phone once it rings,&lt;br /&gt;hoping that it's&gt; him/her.&lt;br /&gt;Looking out of the window hoping that&lt;br /&gt;he/she will&gt; surprise u by appearing downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in front of the television but thinking of&lt;br /&gt;her/him missing the final episode of your favourite show.&lt;br /&gt;Laying on your bed, thinking of the last time u went out together.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of how nice it will be to sit under the stars&lt;br /&gt;again, talking about everything, your&lt;br /&gt;dreams, plans, future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logging on to the internet hoping to see him/her online.&lt;br /&gt;When u realise that he/she isn't online and did not&lt;br /&gt;return your page, u will start worrying if he/she i okay.&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone is a way of growing up i guess.&lt;br /&gt;It exposes u to loneliness.&lt;br /&gt; It teaches u how to cope with being&lt;br /&gt;lonely and let u know that there is actually&lt;br /&gt;a feeling known as emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels good to miss someone.&lt;br /&gt;U know that u really care and u indulge in the&lt;br /&gt; feeling of loving/caring for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;But missing someone and not knowing if&lt;br /&gt;he/she is feeling the same is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;U feel as if u are being left alone.&lt;br /&gt;So if u miss someone, tell him/her and let them know.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, ask if they miss u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the feeling of missing someone become jealousy or paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;If u are the one being missed and u know it, let the other party know.&lt;br /&gt;if u miss him/her too, tell them.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-112937986481220662?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/112937986481220662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=112937986481220662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/112937986481220662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/112937986481220662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2005/10/miss.html' title='&apos;Miss&apos;'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-112887510385253608</id><published>2005-10-10T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T00:25:03.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jadi Model Sipot..</title><content type='html'>Haha.. biasa ar.. brg dapor dah bes,.. naseb baik mak aku ader kat rumah, tu pon suroh teman dier gi pasar, takpe, tak kesah, dah biasa(kene training..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang2 kat-kat ngan pasar nie org ader jual brg2, slalu time pagi2 sampai kol 2 gitu je(wkend banyak) baik kuali, baju, cd tak tulen, lingerie, ice cream 6 for $2.. dan banyak2 lagi.. nak kene standby dwet je..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abeh tadi ader auntie-auntie cine nie, jual clip-clip rambot.. slalu kat bedok interchange je, nari kat sini plak.. cantek2 ar jugak clip-clip dier.. chopstick pon ader bole bwat sipot.. aku ngan mak aku dah chop 2 clip nie,.. dah nak bayar.. abes nie celaka nyer auntie, gie amek lagi satu clip-thingy,.. teros sipot kan aku seh.. abeh gi tunjokkan kat cermin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terpranjat seh serta merta kene attack, mak aku pon stone.. eh, rambot aku mcam princess plak.. cantek ar jugak,.. tapi biler aku nak pakai bende2 gini..? rayer pon aku tak senang seh.. lamer seh tak bukak sipot.. nyonya2 passerby semer tengokkan aku.. Ader sorang cakap cine, cantek ar tu konon.. kau,.. paiseh seh.. Aku tau, aku charge auntie-auntie tu,.. ader bwat aku nie bahan advertisment.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah kesah 10~15 minutes of fame aku.. hehe.. Chaoz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anione needs translation? i can tell tell u wat happen personally.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-112887510385253608?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/112887510385253608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=112887510385253608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/112887510385253608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/112887510385253608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2005/10/jadi-model-sipot.html' title='Jadi Model Sipot..'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-112866635327591246</id><published>2005-10-07T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:25:53.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends</title><content type='html'>Two best friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand, "Today my best friend slapped me in the face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone, "Today my best friend saved my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend who had slapped and saved this best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now you write on a stone. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;The other friend replied, "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must learn to write our hurts in the sand and carve our blessings in stone. For let us remember not the hurts, but the blessings we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-112866635327591246?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/112866635327591246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=112866635327591246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/112866635327591246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/112866635327591246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2005/10/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-112860414871575847</id><published>2005-10-06T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T21:09:08.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a cancer.. Im GOOFY!!</title><content type='html'>Copy and Paste from Friendster bulletin.. haha.. BED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Capricorn-Sassy intelligent, but strong and gogets wat he or she wants!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Aquarius- Co Dependant .Sexy and loves bein inrelationships , long relationships!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Pisces-Caring and smart and center of attention!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Aries-Outgoin and down to do anything datsounds fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Taurus-Aggressive, the best lovers[sex], likes togive a good fight for what they want!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Gemini- , trustable, good in bed, get wut he orshe wants, like's to talk, great listeners!!&lt;br /&gt;goodfriends, attractive!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.Cancer- very emotional, the best in bed, like to talk ,Energetic and goofy!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Leo-Dominant in relationships, life of the party. but erotic sexy and best lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Virgo-great talkers , allways want last word. Laidback but knows how to have fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Libra- very gentle, nice , &amp; Loud but great listeners and have own unique sexiness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Scorpio- can predict future. Da most erotic, very high sex appeal and great in bed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Sagittarius- Spontanious , horny ,Rare to find but good wen u find&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-112860414871575847?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/112860414871575847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=112860414871575847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/112860414871575847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/112860414871575847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-cancer-im-goofy.html' title='I&apos;m a cancer.. Im GOOFY!!'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-112849613728906237</id><published>2005-10-05T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T15:08:57.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wise Donkey</title><content type='html'>One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally he decided that is was not worth retrieving the donkey as the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He invited his neighbours to come over and help him. They each grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realised what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement, it quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer looked down the well and was astonished at what he saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As every shovel of dirt hit its back, the donkey did something amazing. It would shake it off and take a step up. As the farmer's neighbours continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, it would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off to everyone's amazement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going to shovel dirt on you-all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of a hole is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a stepping stone. We can get out of the deepest holes just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-112849613728906237?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/112849613728906237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=112849613728906237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/112849613728906237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/112849613728906237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2005/10/wise-donkey.html' title='A Wise Donkey'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-112841723584578068</id><published>2005-10-04T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T17:13:55.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my hardcore gamer frenz</title><content type='html'>Saw this on Reuters...&lt;br /&gt;This is for all my GAMER frenz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. Korean man dies after 50 hours of computer games&lt;br /&gt;Tue Aug 9, 2005 1:11 PM ET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEOUL (Reuters) - A South Korean man who played computer games for 50 hours almost non-stop died of heart failure minutes after finishing his mammoth session in an Internet cafe, authorities said Tuesday. The 28-year-old man, identified only by his family name Lee, had been playing on-line battle simulation games at the cybercafe in the southeastern city of Taegu, police said.&lt;br /&gt;Lee had planted himself in front of a computer monitor to play on-line games on Aug. 3. He only left the spot over the next three days to go to the toilet and take brief naps on a makeshift bed, they said.&lt;br /&gt;"We presume the cause of death was heart failure stemming from exhaustion," a Taegu provincial police official said by telephone.Lee had recently quit his job to spend more time playing games, the daily JoongAng Ilbo reported after interviewing former work colleagues and staff at the Internet cafe.After he failed to return home, Lee's mother asked his former colleagues to find him. When they reached the cafe, Lee said he would finish the game and then go home, the paper reported.&lt;br /&gt;He died a few minutes later, it said.&lt;br /&gt;South Korea, one of the most wired countries in the world, has a large and highly developed game industry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-112841723584578068?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/112841723584578068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=112841723584578068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/112841723584578068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/112841723584578068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-my-hardcore-gamer-frenz.html' title='to my hardcore gamer frenz'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16808640.post-112831596419052650</id><published>2005-10-03T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T15:14:08.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Cat</title><content type='html'>i came across this on someone else's blog.. Bloody funny seh.. haha!!!!! So do it my style now.. Btw.. its based on true story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checkpoint police= cp,.. apek = ap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cp does his routine radom checks on ppl at the tuas checkpoint. He came across this apek on his scooter.. He asked the apek to open his box and he willingly do it. Inside the box, there was another box. The box was put inside a plastic bag n was tied really tight. Gosh.. what da hell is in there.. Might be trouble..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cp: Wats inside?&lt;br /&gt;apek: Small cat.&lt;br /&gt;cp: Huh? Small cat?&lt;br /&gt;apek: Ya.. Small cat.&lt;br /&gt;CP already suspicious of this apek. How can you put a cat inside a box really tightl in a plastic bag in your scooter? Did the cat survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apek: (still giving a smile) Small cat.&lt;br /&gt;CP: U serious ar apek, small cat?&lt;br /&gt;apek: Ya, only small cat. Got one only.&lt;br /&gt;cp: Huh? open the box now.. I want to see!&lt;br /&gt;So the apek had a very hard time untying the plastic knot cos it was really tight. Finally, the apek managed to untie the knot n open the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess wats in it..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cp: Uncle!! This is not a small cat!! Its small CAKE lah uncle..! U make me suspense seh!&lt;br /&gt;apek: ooh.. small cake ar? not CAT?(apek laughs)&lt;br /&gt;cp: (stoned) Yalah.. C.A.K.E.. not C.A.T..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Muahahaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16808640-112831596419052650?l=dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/feeds/112831596419052650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16808640&amp;postID=112831596419052650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/112831596419052650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16808640/posts/default/112831596419052650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinamsjoaquim.blogspot.com/2005/10/poor-cat.html' title='Poor Cat'/><author><name>Dina Putri Salat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829678789385971412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8wK9WyDJyc/SgrXqWmfFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xazdcv2pEt8/s1600-R/n596906787_2708221_5507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
