<?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-5666014948761634400</id><updated>2011-07-31T05:22:50.949+08:00</updated><category term='Retard and Ridiculous'/><category term='Lord of Mi Casa'/><category term='Fast and Furios'/><category term='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Hope and Faith'/><category term='Furkids'/><category term='Funny Clips'/><category term='Bla..bla..bla'/><category term='Bravo'/><title type='text'>Felis Catus</title><subtitle type='html'>Hard Knock Life of A Domestic Cat Person</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-6460570397107572511</id><published>2009-08-23T14:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:28:10.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla..bla..bla'/><title type='text'>Lazy blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;It’s has been quite some time, yeah I haven’t blog since March. About 2 years ago, before I blogged my first post, I just got a premonition that one day I won’t be able to keep on blogging 24/7, not because of my hectic life but I knew myself too well that I am easily intrigued and yet I am easily bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Not much of things actually happened these past few months. Let me just recap and summarise them all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt; May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;None other than the month of my rebirth. This year my husband being extra generous (given that he occasionally buy me gift after we got engaged and married 2 years back) He bought me a new Blackberry Storm 9500. It makes me want to cry and at the same time, curiosity hit me that he could actually be trying to win my heart to ‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;menikah lagi satu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;’?  Anyway that Berry is the best present I ever had. Sarcastically he said “It’s not too much if I expect a new TAG Heuer Carrera wrapped in a box for February next year kan?” . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Laki I sungguh tak ikhlas dan tak malu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;. ;-P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;June 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;I took 4 days off went to Singapore for my cousin, Kak Feeza’s wedding. My husband finally got to know each of my relatives and cousins closely. Now he knows that each of my clan is born with a sharp tongue that can tickle you to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;July 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;2 years of marriage and we still rock on. We just went out for dinner this year. I love you dear even though your belly grows bigger and faster than your paycheck. No special gift as we want to save some money to spend in Singapore on August.  And yeah, not to forget we adopt a new furkid named Pipo. I will blog about Pipo later. (Someone please intrigue me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;August 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Took 4 days off and went to Singapore again for another cousins, Ariffin’s and Asyraf’s wedding. I went to Sentosa on the last day of the trip. But it just a short trip as we need to rush back to KL. I ni kuli and kena kerojer you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Phew...magic! I couldn’t believe I have just posted 4 months of life updates in one post. I think I should do this more. Oh common..4 posts in a year is not so bad... rite guys? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-6460570397107572511?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/6460570397107572511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=6460570397107572511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/6460570397107572511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/6460570397107572511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2009/08/lazy-blogger.html' title='Lazy blogger'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-1473643501958987878</id><published>2009-03-11T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:54:58.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Clips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bravo'/><title type='text'>Precocious P Ramlee pt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Remember my post about super brilliant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/06/precocious-p-ramlee.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P Ramlee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This movie clip below was taken from "Pendekar Bujang Lapok". When asked to read the 'Public School For Illiterate' signboard, the illiterate Sudin spelt it as "Alif - mim - nun - wau"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cnnCoszOUwc&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cnnCoszOUwc&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" 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;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For those who knows Jawi, Alif (a) - mim (m) - nun (n) - wau (u) means Amno/Umno . But the illiterate Sudin read is as "Alif-mim-nun-wau - Circus". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The joke part was Sudin spelt and read it as if he is literate, but he's actually not. In other way the act is interpreting the malay proverb 'Bodoh Sombong' which means a moron who acts like an Einstein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the cynical part is Sudin spelt Umno as &lt;em&gt;'Circus'.&lt;/em&gt; Why he did that? Do I need to explain more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagine what if P Ramlee is still alive, I bet he is living in the next cell to Raja Petra now....heh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-1473643501958987878?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/1473643501958987878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=1473643501958987878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/1473643501958987878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/1473643501958987878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2009/03/prececious-p-ramlee-pt-2.html' title='Precocious P Ramlee pt 2'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-3817365529011926123</id><published>2009-03-04T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:39:15.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retard and Ridiculous'/><title type='text'>If I Were The Boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I were the boss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even just for a day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would change the company name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From **** Capital to Reena Capital PLC,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I were the Boss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Work will start on Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will end the week on Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And everyday will be half day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I were the Boss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I could understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How it feels to work on budget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And give a raise of 20 cent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hang out with the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And be hard with the guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My despacth will riding Harley,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our trips will be to Bali,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If we bankrupt I will break down and cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I were the Boss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will come up with a plan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make everyone do all the work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take the credit and look like the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I were the Boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My lunch break will be two days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have PS3 in my room, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;200' inch LCD and play all day my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause I will always come in late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just to show who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And if I was a girl I will make them all call me Ma'am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you thought I would be nicer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then you thought it wrong....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I am not the Boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I cannot cuti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Come to office really early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To try to make some money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So that I can afford to beli nasi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A creative parody from JJ &amp;amp; Ean, Hitz.Fm Morning Crew. I have add up a little spice here and there.... ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cc81fzn4kwE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cc81fzn4kwE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-3817365529011926123?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/3817365529011926123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=3817365529011926123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/3817365529011926123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/3817365529011926123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-were-boss.html' title='If I Were The Boss'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-4667578024808412365</id><published>2009-03-03T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:15:07.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla..bla..bla'/><title type='text'>This Hands Are Not Made For Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, in case you haven't noticed, I have been a little, shall we say "tak rajin nak update" --on this blog these past few months. Maybe it's because nothing interesting has happened lately in my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe because I have become newly aware of the need to be hyper observant not to offend any specific group of people like the global moronic, the greedy politician or the annoying neighbours/relatives and as a result I have totally lost my sarcasm mojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis-in-law gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Dania Alisha Asthmara last month and I'm officially an 'Aunty' now. And of course with all the joy and excitement from relatives comes the question &lt;em&gt;"Awak bila lagi/When is your turn?"&lt;/em&gt; as if I'm the fortune-teller Dukun Mak Esah who can tell the answer right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kalau boleh sekarang ni jugak nak. Tapi rezeki Allah belum sampai lagi kan, doakan saya banyak-banyak ya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....past experience taught me to be more rational sarcastic person ...heh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-4667578024808412365?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/4667578024808412365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=4667578024808412365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/4667578024808412365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/4667578024808412365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-hands-are-not-made-for-blogging.html' title='This Hands Are Not Made For Blogging'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-8611167630994305231</id><published>2008-12-09T15:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:58:43.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Furkids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retard and Ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><title type='text'>Main 'Cop-cop' - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would normally ignored or simpan tag lama2 sikit but after 2nd time kena tagged from best bud Joe, I took the iniative to be more supportive...ehmm. Jangan marah Joe. Well I don't want to be rude and ignorant people. Anyway blogging without kena tagged is like watching Heroes without Superpower la kan... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAGGED 1 from Joe dated Nov 14, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1. Do you think you're hot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oooohh yes baby...&lt;strong&gt;Hot-Temper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Upload your favourite picture of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/ST4dB9bhMoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lZQ-TttguT8/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277687732831859330" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/ST4dB9bhMoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lZQ-TttguT8/s200/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Why do you like that picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of it because of Monyet I guess. I just love the stiffness and emotionless look of him. Selamba kodok sungguh. Can you spot/feel the yin and yang in this pic?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. When was the last time you ate pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Few months back since I'm determined to lose some weight. This question is killing me lah, I suddenly have a craving for Royal Masala Cheese Stuffed Crust Pizza..Haihhh evil food..evil...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. The last song you listen to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Generation by Simple Plan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm sick of all this waiting and people telling me what I should be..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. What are you doing right now besides this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stroking Monyet on my lap...he falls asleep 5 mins ago. My legs becomes numb right now. Adooiii he's getting fatter and heavier everyday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. What name you prefer besides yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aireen,Rania,Qazreena,Quzandria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8.People to tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ordinaryt.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tessa Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.syasyalahh.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Syasya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://diskbrake.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;En.Ayam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(alter-ego Shaharudin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;iv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shahrilshafinaziman.blog.friendster.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Intan Syafinaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;v.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://elynkeai.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Elynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Who is number one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ex-colleague and now my very good friend. I have known her for 4 years. We still keep in touch altough now she's far up north in Penang. She is very mature for her age, way smarter than some snobbish PhD holders and racist politicians.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Number three is having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: line-through"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt;...eh sorry Ayam, of course with his wife and SinChan-look-alike son la...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11. How about number four?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My ex-classmate (form 1-2) and nemesis in class. It's pretty retarded you know. I mean there are times when we are really pushing ourselves to get the highest score in all subjects. She once refused to speak to me for several weeks just because I got the highest score in one of her favourite subject (can't remember). We laughed to think how absurd we used to be. Now she's a supermom of two and lecturing engineering course in Kuitho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12. Who is number two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My blood,my mom's sister's daugter- my cousin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13. And No 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Herlyna..my bestest friend, my Maid of Honor, gym partner, partner in crime and kerja2 haram apa lagi...my shoulder to cry on suma yg best lah. We are both Taurian, I've known her for 7 years since college. The only flaw she has is..she's too kind to other people. Some people just love to take advantage of her kindness and that makes me 'beng' sometimes. Monyet's mom name Putt is Elynn's cat so in a way we are 'family' related la kan..heh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAGGED 2 from Joe dated Dec 6, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. List these rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;5. Link the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;6. Leave a comment for each blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. 7 facts about myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I was born at 1.15am (1+1+5=7) on Monday, &lt;strong&gt;May 19th 1981&lt;/strong&gt;. Malcolm X was born on &lt;strong&gt;May 19th 1925&lt;/strong&gt; (2+5=7) and assasinated in year 1965, 16 yrs before I was born (1+6=7) ironic or coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was born a day before my mom's birthday and that makes me the perfect gift in her life..(eh wahh drama sikit.) We shared birthday cake since then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am a product of mixed parentage - Japanese(Mak Tok)+Malay(Tok Ayah) from my mom and Mamak (Mak Mok) + Malay (Tok Bak) from my Abah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I tied the knot on July 7th 2007 with the hope we'll be lucky in love forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ...but my lucky number is 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My car number is 1468 (1+4+6+8= &lt;strong&gt;19&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I failed my driving test once ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. 6 unspectacular quirks of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I am a coffee person. I would normally have 1 mug of coffee for breakfast, 2-3 mugs in the office and another 1 mug before I go to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- .....and maybe that makes me a chronic insomniac&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I trained Monyet to poop in the toilet simply by locked him inside the toilet after every meal for 7days in row. By 8th day he went to toilet himself without me have to scruch his neck into toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I am a tv series junky since I was 5 yo when I know how to read the subtitles (that time 1986 - famous citer McGyver, V, Knight Rider)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Yes I'm the only kid who can read newspaper and any reading material in malay fluently in my kindergarden that time (1986). That time kira terror tuh, mana ada cam sekarang ni little kids age 2,3 y.o dah gi sekolah and can read both malay and english fluently kan. I do still have a photo of me while in kindergarden reading 'Kisah Sang Kancil dan Buaya' on stage during 'Hari Penyampaian Hadiah Tabika Kemas'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I am a gamer, from Nitendo Console, to CD-PC Game, to PS to DVD-PC Game. I used to be a Hardcore Gamer during school and college year. I spend most of my time in my room with my PC Game that time. My first and favorite-of-alltime RPG game that I played is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chrono_Cross"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chrono Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Best gila. Barbie Doll don't excite me much when I was young because I grew up with 3 brothers. My biggest achievement -my 'Jari Bangku' husband is now an amateur gamer. Bolehlah main game biasa cam FIFA series, but he never want to try any of my RPG collections because "It's too complicated, takper i layan tgk u main jer ok..". Nowadays, due to some unforeseen circumstances, (ehhmm) I'm more like a casual gamer. Main game bila free ajer yer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;hat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i. &lt;a href="http://elynkeai.blogspot.com/"&gt;Herlyna Alias &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ii. &lt;a href="http://ordinaryt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tessa Lee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;iii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://diskbrake.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;En.Ayam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;iv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shahrilshafinaziman.blog.friendster.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Intan Syafinaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;v. &lt;a href="http://ordinaryt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Syasya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vi. Azwana Rapaei (she doesn't have a blog yet, but I tagged her jugak- for her future blog nanti...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vii. Lord of Mi Casa (same jugak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-8611167630994305231?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/8611167630994305231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=8611167630994305231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/8611167630994305231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/8611167630994305231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/12/main-cop-cop-2.html' title='Main &apos;Cop-cop&apos; - 2'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/ST4dB9bhMoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lZQ-TttguT8/s72-c/Image025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-4941654016993037780</id><published>2008-11-27T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:25:00.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Furkids'/><title type='text'>George Clooney on My Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I found this cat website &lt;a href="http://www.catster.com/"&gt;Catster&lt;/a&gt; while googling the website for cat behavior. (I'm trying to find a way to increase Monyet's social skill with 'stranger'). I took one of the cat quizzes and.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catster.com/quizzes/celebrity_cat_quiz/"&gt;&lt;img alt="What celebrity would your pet be? I'm George Clooney! Find out at Catster.com" src="http://files.dogster.com/images/quizzes/celebrity_pet_quiz/badges/cat/badge_clooney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Wow, your cat is George Clooney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;George Clooney&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hunky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monyet&lt;/strong&gt; is none other than superhunk George Clooney! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turning heads everywhere he rolls, &lt;strong&gt;Monyet&lt;/strong&gt; is a huge hit with both googly-eyed babes and older, wiser fans. Admirers will paddle across no less than eleven oceans just to get a glimpse of this A-List heartthrob in the fur. &lt;strong&gt;Monyet &lt;/strong&gt;isn't in a big rush to settle down, so is often seen out on the town with the cutest members of the pack. Not just a looker, &lt;strong&gt;Monyet's&lt;/strong&gt; activism knows no limits—enerpetically involved in the campaign to save Dogfur, &lt;strong&gt;Monyet&lt;/strong&gt; is always looking for a worthy cause that he can sink his teeth into."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed out loud and felt like a a retard for a minute. So now my Monyet is George Clooney. I text my Lord of Mi Casa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Beb, I have George Clooney sleeping with me on my bed every night&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...hahahha sexy and kinky huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SS5fR5IO0tI/AAAAAAAAAGg/IRjZvyWX5FA/s1600-h/456892708l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273256974695191250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SS5fR5IO0tI/AAAAAAAAAGg/IRjZvyWX5FA/s400/456892708l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, they both do have a pair of charming eyes..heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SS5hCsIZknI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_0iAoxT9dDI/s1600-h/george-clooney3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273258912531452530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SS5hCsIZknI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_0iAoxT9dDI/s400/george-clooney3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-4941654016993037780?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/4941654016993037780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=4941654016993037780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/4941654016993037780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/4941654016993037780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/11/george-clooney-on-my-bed.html' title='George Clooney on My Bed'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SS5fR5IO0tI/AAAAAAAAAGg/IRjZvyWX5FA/s72-c/456892708l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-766784049341071462</id><published>2008-11-24T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:48:12.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><title type='text'>Best Friends: Tales of the Rebellious 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My besties came to my house to gather last weekend. We had so much fun although within such a short amount of time and it is the best weekend I ever had so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joehannajoehoney.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Joe Johanna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Oya Suriyah, Akak Nazura, Sal Saleha and Nieda Hairul Hanida are my sisters since I was in Form 4. We are known as one entity, 6 Pencacai or 6 Jahanam (The Rebellious 6). Each of us has a their own characteristic. We allow each other into innermost places in our heart; revealing and sharing our hopes, dreams and fears and these factors are actually create the strongest bond of friendship between us. We used to be always together where ever we go back then, we sat next to each other in the classroom, spent many hours gossiping and chatting, we went to school together, ate together, slept together (during school camping of course..heh) and we even been placed next to each other in our Classroom Photo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Joe is the first person I knew during the registration day in SMT Tg Puteri. We are mate the minute we know our similar craze with Backstreet Boys. Hell yeah, actually we're always into similar interest, from BSB to Smash Hits to Softball to Desperate Housewives to Grey's Anatomy and heh Heroes. (kan budak?) We were placed in the same classroom, we sat next to each other and right behind us are Oya and Sal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oya is my classmate in SMK Sri Rahmat's 4 Science 3 Class before we got offered to SMTTP. Given that we had been placed in different classes after PMR, we barely knew each other before. Meaning to say that our friendship actually grows from SMTTP. Oya is the greatest ‘saviour’, the brightest in school and not surprised to be the one with highest level of education among us. From helping me to solve the most complicated Add Math equation to covering me up when I was suddenly been ‘waked’ by Cikgu Jalal to continue the History textbook reading; Oya never fails to be a good and unconditionally help to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sal is the trendiest and luckiest among us. She’s already wore the contact lenses when we just about to know what contact lenses is from the ads that time. Soft spoken with inner beauty ; Sal is a kind of girl which most boys would like to have as a perfect girlfriend and mother in law would love to have as a daughter. Yet, she still down to earth,generous and always be the one who treat us for 'makan'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nieda is the coolest and calmest, our ‘mom’ and really is the first to experience motherhood among us. She simply the type of person you will look for during hard times. I really respect and admire her unvarying gentleness and patience that never fails to soothe our doubts and calms any of our 'kantoi' fears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Akak Zura, the youngest in her family but act like a big sister to us. I used to live within the same housing area with her, we went to same school before SMTTP(same like Oya, we barely knew to each other at SMKSR) and took the same bus to school. Akak is known as a stern face with a killer jokes; a high level sense of humor. She always jokes unpredictably that make us nearly choked trying not to laugh out loud sometimes. Akak’s killer jokes never fail to get a good laugh out from us and that makes us closer each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11 years of friendship; can you believe how strong the chemistry between us? Well it may be easy to maintain friendship with one bestfriend, but a gang of 6 bestfriends? Believe me; it is not easy as the way it looks.Our own personal life commitment increase as we grow older. Joe is now a promising QS in JB, Oya is teaching IT Programming course in SMT Kangar, Nieda is a technician in JPS Putrajaya and a proud mother of 2, Akak is a Logistic &amp;amp; Purchasing Exec in JB and Sal is sacrificing her own career to be a devout housewife to her husband and future kids. (The most noble sacrifice that I wish I have more courage to do.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some snapshot of our gathering:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpZ3yjJYuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ag3g3rEk2dI/s1600-h/22112008548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272125128787452642" style="WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpZ3yjJYuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ag3g3rEk2dI/s400/22112008548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From left Joe,Oya,Akak,Me,Sal and Nieda at Fish Spa in One Utama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpaoJf4IwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/F_xOjShD-Ys/s1600-h/DSC03265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272125959581475586" style="WIDTH: 439px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpaoJf4IwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/F_xOjShD-Ys/s400/DSC03265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;PAPISH&lt;/em&gt;" Oya's own scientific name of Spa Fish :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpVrlgk2nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/z3jZu3vz8BE/s1600-h/DSC03244.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpbf2VusaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/V2Xgi_Imdvo/s1600-h/DSC03244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272126916511314338" style="WIDTH: 438px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpbf2VusaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/V2Xgi_Imdvo/s400/DSC03244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Sal for generously treating us to a yummylicios Steamboat at Johnny’s.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpd-DQJiUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9nIhV7KiLiQ/s1600-h/DSC03242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272129634396899650" style="WIDTH: 437px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpd-DQJiUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9nIhV7KiLiQ/s400/DSC03242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greatest Feeding Hand of Oya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpf9Ihc23I/AAAAAAAAAFI/QtllB3PySwo/s1600-h/DSC03245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272131817655032690" style="WIDTH: 436px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpf9Ihc23I/AAAAAAAAAFI/QtllB3PySwo/s400/DSC03245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpgYvSXtHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/89T9neIcy98/s1600-h/DSC03248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272132291917231218" style="WIDTH: 438px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpgYvSXtHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/89T9neIcy98/s400/DSC03248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.....and after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpg2z4ZupI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f6pAzX3OLXM/s1600-h/DSC03255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272132808546564754" style="WIDTH: 436px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpg2z4ZupI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f6pAzX3OLXM/s400/DSC03255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perut kenyang senang hati..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSphdH2aTlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/40TieDWVOUU/s1600-h/22112008554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272133466741952082" style="WIDTH: 444px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSphdH2aTlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/40TieDWVOUU/s400/22112008554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BBQ by The Pool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSph5tRwOkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/k-qUw6dPe-4/s1600-h/23112008555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272133957825083970" style="WIDTH: 448px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSph5tRwOkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/k-qUw6dPe-4/s400/23112008555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Breakfast at &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: line-through"&gt;Tiffany's&lt;/span&gt; Reena's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpicMs59uI/AAAAAAAAAFw/krczHh5P2Vw/s1600-h/23112008556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272134550376019682" style="WIDTH: 454px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpicMs59uI/AAAAAAAAAFw/krczHh5P2Vw/s400/23112008556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All you can eat at Reena's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpjIArBIdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dc4WjVBCNmg/s1600-h/23112008560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272135303061119442" style="WIDTH: 458px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpjIArBIdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dc4WjVBCNmg/s400/23112008560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Joe's obssesion with Heroes while eating breakfast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSqbfvVB6ZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/racATiVfGPg/s1600-h/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272197283373509010" style="WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 406px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSqbfvVB6ZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/racATiVfGPg/s400/IMG_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The making of "Us"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpnXcBj-oI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SqHM7u-jG6s/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272139966147984002" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpnXcBj-oI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SqHM7u-jG6s/s400/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;' Us '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Together forever, never apart. Maybe in distance, but never in heart"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-766784049341071462?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/766784049341071462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=766784049341071462' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/766784049341071462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/766784049341071462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-friends-tales-of-rebellious-6.html' title='Best Friends: Tales of the Rebellious 6'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SSpZ3yjJYuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ag3g3rEk2dI/s72-c/22112008548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-8686176508279609538</id><published>2008-11-08T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:25:00.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Furkids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retard and Ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord of Mi Casa'/><title type='text'>Insomnikinesis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's 3.45am now and I still can't sleep. It seems like my sleep patterns became more chaotic lately. I usually go to bed at 1.00am during weekdays, and it takes me over an hour to fall asleep. It gets worse over the weekend, like just now, I went to bed at 2.30am. And after another 4 chapter of Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban,  I'm still wide awake like Hedwig the Owl. I don't want to continue my reading because I might just finished the whole book by 6.00am. Since I don't have any reading material to 'help' me fall asleep for the next 2 days, I have to spare that last 10 chapters for tommorow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monyet will wake me up at 6.00am every morning for his early breakfast. He will jump on my bed, meowing and howling right in my ear until I wake up. Who needs an alarm clock when you have a 'multi purpose' living creature right? Man, my Monyet can be as good as my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I will wake up with a headache which I hate to start the day like that. I told my husband about my sleeping disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You know what, maybe it has something to do with my interest in cats, vampire and Heroes. Beb, I have an ability to stay awake at night without being sleepy the next day! I'm going to call it Emphatic Insomniac or maybe Insomnikinesis. I know I'm special beb..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ha ah la dear, or maybe you have something kind of like a multiple Pontianak genetic cells in your blood, it mutate slowly until you become a complete disillusional 'Pontianak Gila Suka Berangan'. Ahh haaa you will have a Split Personality Disorder then...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High level of Sarcasm-that's why I marry him. Heh .My true nemesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am, still wide awake. It's already 4.15am now. I'm going back to bed in a while. Hopefully I can fall asleep right away. Who knows I might generate some extraordinary genetic cells tonight...hmmm ability to be invisible seems kinda cool too.... ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-8686176508279609538?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/8686176508279609538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=8686176508279609538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/8686176508279609538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/8686176508279609538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/11/insomnikinesis.html' title='Insomnikinesis'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-9203427233052524006</id><published>2008-11-03T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:32:46.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEROES ARE BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>My favourite HEROES are back with Season 3 this Thursday on Starworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......and my Thursday night will never be the same again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-9203427233052524006?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/9203427233052524006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=9203427233052524006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/9203427233052524006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/9203427233052524006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/11/heroes-are-back.html' title='HEROES ARE BACK!!!'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-823708095163761040</id><published>2008-10-24T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:57:16.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope and Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord of Mi Casa'/><title type='text'>What About Now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shadows fill an empty heart a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s love is fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From all the things that we are b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ut are not saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can we see beyond the scars a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nd make it to the dawn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Change the colors of the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And open up to t&lt;/span&gt;he ways you made me feel alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The ways I loved you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For all the things that never died,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To make it through the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love will find you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What about now? What about today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What if our love never went away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What if it's lost behind words we could never find?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before it's too late,what about now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The sun is breaking in your eyes to start a new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This broken heart can still survive with a touch of your grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shadows fade into the light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am by your side,where love will find you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now that we're here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now that we've come this far,just hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is nothing to fear,for I am right beside you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For all my life,I am yours....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-823708095163761040?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/823708095163761040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=823708095163761040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/823708095163761040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/823708095163761040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-about-now.html' title='What About Now...'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-6132936322304184243</id><published>2008-10-21T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:29:31.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord of Mi Casa'/><title type='text'>Love Me, Love My Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One fine weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Dear, can I ask you something?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Lord of Mi Casa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“Hmm…No. Can’t you see I’m busy feeding my &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/vampires/side-nav.php"&gt;vampire&lt;/a&gt; here?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Actually I wanted to ask you this since the 1st day we moved in to this house, but you always 'busy' kan..”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eleh dramanya…apa cepat”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Dear sini jap…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alaa..you always kacau when I’m busy with my computer kan…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Come here la sekejap...”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;......I dragged myself to the front door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“Hmm pak encik nak apa?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Dear…can you explain to me this?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SP1rDDll3gI/AAAAAAAAADw/L6ChFRucfvY/s1600-h/27-09-08_1847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259477640085364226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SP1rDDll3gI/AAAAAAAAADw/L6ChFRucfvY/s400/27-09-08_1847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“What? What’s wrong with my shoes? Oooo ok…got it.I think it’s about time to buy another cabinet for my….no OUR shoes right?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“No..look carefully. Focus dear..”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;“Apa? Ohh yer la....this one dah worn out..kena beli baru la”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You memang nak kena luku ni. Look here.Can you explain to me, why do you need like 7,8 pairs of the same black shoes?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? What’s wrong with that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It's all practically look the same to me. Cuba explain sikit kat I”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Encik Zainor, look carefully, mana ada sama. This is stiletto heel use for glam night, err could be a weapon jugak tau. Tajam ni..remember Fazura punya kes gaduh tu, she used….”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Dear…focus”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh ok, ok…eh wait. You ask for explanation kan..I explain with example la ni”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ok whatever, continue please....”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eleh emosi pulak encik ni. Ok this is my running shoe, obviously for gym. This one with low heel is ‘Mary-Jane’ for groceries shopping, so tak sakit kaki jalan-jalan. Hmm.. this one is 'mules' or backless shoe, my favourite and it is for work, senang nak pakai just slip jer. This one is 'pump' also for work, it makes my fat feet look slimmer. And this open-toe with strap is sandal; can be use either for casual workday and for jalan-jalan. So you tell me, mana ada sama?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Oh ok..but why you need like 2, 3 different colours for the same type of shoes..like this 'mules'...this one dalam box ni, macam dah lama beli tapi tak pernah pakai jer?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Encik Zainorr…...it’s a common Law of Matching Clothes la. Takkan pakai baju biru kasut merah. Those in boxes tu I bought during sale, still can't find a matching cloth to wear with...sooner or later I pakai la”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“But it’s just a shoe. It doesn’t matter what colour. You wear it on your feet. Paling bawah. Most of the time pun kat bawah meja right. No one notice it. And you can only wear a pair at one time. So why you need more than one? I really don’t undertand. Lagi susah nak faham than Algebra la hmm..women...women” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm.... you know what dear. It’s ok if you could never understand me and my shoes. Your job is just to love me for me. Don't worry too much, just love me and please for God' sake just leave that shoe matter alone to me, ok dear...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Men will never understand us and our shoes like we don't understand why men love to watch that same old football game again and again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you all agree with me...women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-6132936322304184243?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/6132936322304184243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=6132936322304184243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/6132936322304184243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/6132936322304184243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-me-love-my-shoes.html' title='Love Me, Love My Shoes'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SP1rDDll3gI/AAAAAAAAADw/L6ChFRucfvY/s72-c/27-09-08_1847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-5737311399759225715</id><published>2008-09-24T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:17:07.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retard and Ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><title type='text'>A Friend, A Husband and an Asshole...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I bet you guys must have thought that a friend,husband, and asshole above is my husband a.k.a Lord of MiCasa rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No..this is a story about my long-time friend. Let’s name him B. I know B since I was in school. We're not really a best friend; No, we’re more like a good friend. Maybe because of my tomboyish and broad-minded, makes him comfortable to talk to me whenever he has a problem. I have to agree that B is a good looking boy in school back then. Albeit he is popular among girls, he is totally insecure. He came to me a few times during recess to whine on his life and insecurity. And I, being a natural born listener and a friend, was always there to help him boost up his confidence level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies and we finished school. We furthered our studies in different uni, graduate, building up career and own life. He settled down at young age, 24. I couldn’t attend his wedding because of my hectic work life back then. He was a happy married man until suddenly he came to me last year for a piece of advice on his rocking marriage life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, &lt;em&gt;“‘Take it like a man and face your problem. If you still love your wife and your marriage, you should tell her your feelings. Please try to understand her feeling as well. Dude, she is having a hard time right now, and maybe she was just too afraid to lose you too. You should try to listen and understand her. If it’s still doesn’t work, then look for a professional advice ie marriage consular.”&lt;/em&gt; B seems to agree with me and a few months later, B told me his wife is pregnant again and they were expecting a new baby to come in year end. He thanks me for being a good friend who can always understand his problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both married, and decided not to make our friendship visible, especially to his wife. No phone calls or sms. Just a simple catch up email and messenger. You know, we were both raised in a typical Malay culture, and from typical Malays perspective there’s no way you can have a ‘normal and unconditional' friendship between a man and a woman. It has to be either love or an affair. Thanks God, my husband is very understanding and he knows me well. He knows who my friends are and there’s no secret in our relationship. Yes, I did tell my husband about my friendship with B, and he was totally ok with it, as long as I know where the border line is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, B buzz me again on messenger. At first it was just a normal hi,hi catch up on life bla...bla until suddenly he said he did something terribly wrong. It is so wrong and he wasn’t sure whether I can accept this and keep it to myself this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to me to confessed on his infidelity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked and speechless. I really did not expect it to be that ‘wrong’. I asked him again what kind of affair is he been into. Whether it was ‘love and emotional’ affair or a 'physical and sexual' affair. He was a bit reluctant to tell me at first but then I told him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Come on dude. If you don’t trust me, why you tell me all this crap at first place? So are you going to let me understand your situation or you want me to come up with my own assumption, which could be worse than what was actually happen? You know I could be pessimistic sometimes. I have a tendency to see things the most negative and worst view possible”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then told me that he loves his wife so much but her crankyness at home always drive him mad. He thought that maybe with this newborn baby coming soon, he could show to his wife that he is being faithfull to her. But she keeps on accused him with things he never thought of doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B then told me that it was all started with an email that he sent to beautiful woman named C. They both first met just to share their experience of broken marriage. Then later, it turns into emotional relation and worsen into ‘physical contact’.....ADULTRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I am a normal human being. She taught me how to make my wife happy and then.....she makes me ‘happy’. All the pressures suddenly disappeared”&lt;/em&gt; B said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What if she can't no longer give you happiness? Who will you look for then?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Err you..you know I always look for you whenever...err...I screwed up"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And what if I'm no longer around? Dude I have my own life and family too..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"............."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him how many times he ‘did’ it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“A few time. I can’t recall...I was ‘lost’”&lt;/em&gt; he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Are you mad at me Reena?”&lt;/em&gt; he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I don’t know. It’s a mix feeling. As a friend who knows you since school, I understand why you did that. It was just escapism from your stressful life. Like a stupid person who used drugs to release their emotional pain; and C becomes your drugs now.&lt;br /&gt;But from the eyes of a faithfull wife, this is totally unacceptable.Lucky, I am not in front of you. You really need a taste of punch in the head dude, to wake you up from this shit”&lt;/em&gt; pardon my language, this is the way I talk to him everytime he did a stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I know, I deserved to be punched and to be beaten till dead. I really need it before I am going insane"&lt;/em&gt; B said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You are insane dude. Who said you are not? I couldn’t believe you can be this crazy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“So what are you going to do now? Are you going to tell your wife the truth?”&lt;/em&gt; I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“No.No. Miraclely, our marriage is doing better now. She seems to be cool and calmer than before. I don’t know why, and I don’t want to risk my marriage by telling her the truth. There's no way I am going to let her leave me”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B then suddenly left the conversation before I could ask him what he will do next, if C happen to be carrying his child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, you tell me. Should I just keep this to myself or should I tell the world? Yup, I know I already did tell the world with this post, even though no real names disclose , some of you could have been able to guess who is B really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dude, if you read this. I am sorry; really sorry I couldn’t keep this to myself this time. It is a burden I could not carry alone. Yes I know you put the trust on me but I never promised to keep this to myself. And yes, what you did is wrong; it’s totally wrong and unforgiveable. Your wife could be cranky and pain in the ass at times, but you know she never, never ever cheated on you. You may or may not be able to trust me anymore but I am sorry, I just want you to know that you are really an ASSHOLE this time dude....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-5737311399759225715?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/5737311399759225715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=5737311399759225715' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/5737311399759225715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/5737311399759225715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/09/friend-husband-and-asshole.html' title='A Friend, A Husband and an Asshole...'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-785814085825274749</id><published>2008-09-20T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:45:00.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retard and Ridiculous'/><title type='text'>Why Pos Malaysia? (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>I have received a few response from my friend in regards to my rebate case with Pos Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be stupid dear, you better go directly to Pos Malaysia. Trust me,they will never call you back." Lord of Mi Casa said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? You malas to que? Ok let me do it for you. I will 'only' take 50% from the rebate as upah for the hassle. Ok. Boleh?He..he..he" Lelaki Cekik Darah said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You sure to wait until next month? Imagine, extra RM625 to spend for this Hari Raya...new handbag, another pair of Raya shoe perhaps.?" Puan Penghasut Terbaik said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Babe...jangan jadi bodoh. You better go claim your rebate cepat-cepat. It's not gov money. It's your tax money anyway. " Ms Adviser said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa susah..pergi jumpa Najib la. Complain kat dia terus pasal Pos yg corrupt ni. Esok mesti keluar paper. Saiful yg tak pass exam boleh jumpa, takkan ko takleh...Hahahaha?" erkk..En.Politikus...lari topic la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went straight to PO in KLCC this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Still takder dalam system la Cik. Bila renew ni?" the same Ms.I-Don't-Know-I-Am-Just-Doing-My-Job said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her it was renewed 12days ago. She said that Pos Malaysia is having a problem with the data system. I asked her what should I do now since it is not my problem, whether I should just wait for the system to be fixed or should I lend my hand to 'fix' the system. I said with a pretty smile on my face and a slight hint of sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to understood the sarcasm, she grinned and asked me to wait, while she try to search my data 'manually'. She came back less than 5 minutes later, with a piece of paper, some sort like an instruction summary on how to search data manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw she typed in my car number plus some secret code and all my vehicle details pop up on her pc monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm..adapun Cik punya data. Tuhlah system baru ni ada problem sikit" She smiled tersipu-sipu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is a half of Iman. And today Allah grant me the fruit of patience...RM625.00 in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go shopping ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-785814085825274749?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/785814085825274749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=785814085825274749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/785814085825274749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/785814085825274749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-pos-malaysia-part-2.html' title='Why Pos Malaysia? (Part 2)'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-5643071126265691512</id><published>2008-09-17T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:12:51.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retard and Ridiculous'/><title type='text'>Why Pos Malaysia? (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>I have renewed my roadtax on 4th September 2008 and by right I am entitle to claim my cash rebate. One of my friend told me that I can claim my rebate 3 days after roadtax renewal. At first I tought of direct credit into my bank account via posonline. But then, a few of my friends suggested to go directly to po and get the cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't trust their online system, penipu. They said the money will be credited to my account after 3days, but after a week, i still didn't get it. I went to po and they said some 'error' with their online system. They gave me cash money immediately at the counter instead"&lt;/em&gt; my friend said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Pos KLCC last Thursday and wasted one hour time waiting for my number to be called. Ms."I-Don't Know-I-Am-Just-Doing-My-Job" at Pos KLCC said my car number was not in their system. I told her that I renewed my roadtax 4 days ago. But she said their new system can only captured data from JPJ 7 days after renewal date. I have an immediate instinct that this rebate thing ain't going to be easy as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if my calculation is right, I can go to any PO to claim my rebate on 15th September 2008. I don't want to waste my time at PO again, so I opt for direct transfer this time. I logged in to that pos online portal, typed my car number, and this message appeared:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your vehicle data do not exist in JPJ system. Please visit the nearest &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.posonline.com.my/ecommerce/Rebate/jpj_branch.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JPJ branch &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;to check status of your cash rebate."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fasting, I have to be more patience and keep myself from cursing bad words in this holy month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the JPJ hotline number to check on my status. Puan 'Saya-Pun-Tak-Tahu-Saya-Ikut-Je-System-Ni' said my car details is already in the data system and it has been sent to Pos Malaysia. She can't do anything, and suggested me to call Pos Malaysia to check further on my status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Saya pun tak tahu Cik. Ni Pos punya system yg problem ni. Ada yang seminggu, ada 2 minggu. Tapi kalau nak senang, cik tunggu jerlah lepas sebulan. 'Biasa'nya lepas sebulan nama Cik mesti dah masuk kat system diaorang"&lt;/em&gt; Puan 'Saya-Pun-Tak-Tahu-Saya-Ikut-Je-System-Ni' said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is a half of Iman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called Pos Malaysia hotline. Ms "I-Am-Not-Sure,-I-Am-Just-Doing-My-Job" took my details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kita akan check, tapi 'biasa' memang ambik masa yang lama ni Cik. Saya tak pasti bila boleh tahu"&lt;/em&gt; Ms "I-Am-Not-Sure,-I-Am-Just-Doing-My-Job" said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for the report or reference number, so I can follow up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh kita memang takder report number. Takper Cik, nanti kita call bila dah check. Tapi memang ambik masa yang lama ya Cik. Memang lama"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked patiently how lama is her 'lama'. I asked again how do I know that my report has been submitted and how do I refer to my case if I want to follow up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Memang lama la Cik. Saya tak pasti. Takper Cik, nanti kita call. Cik tunggu jerlah. Tapi ambik masa lama sikit ya"&lt;/em&gt; Ms "I-Am-Not-Sure,-I-Am-Just-Doing-My-Job" said&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, still waiting for Pos to call me back to update my status. I could not understand, why Pos Malaysia? Why don't just let JPJ alone to handle this cash rebate, since they have the vehicle data? Why have to waste time and complicate the work by sending my data to here and there? Why can't they just let one party to handle this? Why? Why? and Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SNCRLyOAzrI/AAAAAAAAACg/YDRgjCBGsV4/s1600-h/n_03badawi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246853197531762354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SNCRLyOAzrI/AAAAAAAAACg/YDRgjCBGsV4/s320/n_03badawi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I don't know, I am just doing my job"........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-5643071126265691512?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/5643071126265691512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=5643071126265691512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/5643071126265691512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/5643071126265691512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-pos-malaysia.html' title='Why Pos Malaysia? (Part 1)'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SNCRLyOAzrI/AAAAAAAAACg/YDRgjCBGsV4/s72-c/n_03badawi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-7210161697914930720</id><published>2008-09-16T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:50:45.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bravo'/><title type='text'>Super Efficient MyEG</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SM9lFoMbqdI/AAAAAAAAACI/exz4uJ2vy1w/s1600-h/banner4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246523238273231314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SM9lFoMbqdI/AAAAAAAAACI/exz4uJ2vy1w/s320/banner4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My roadtax will expire on the 1st Oct 2008, which is most probably will be the 1st day of Hari Raya. Given that gov service department or anything related to gov bureaucracy will take ages (especially during this Ramadan fasting month, some people tend to have a brain deterioration at a very fast rate), I decided to renew my roadtax at least 2 weeks earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this &lt;a href="http://www.myeg.com.my/"&gt;MyEG Service&lt;/a&gt; ad which provides an online roadtax and insurance renewal. So I went to the website, key in my contact details, and within 15 minutes my phone rang. It's a call from myEG officer who offered to renew my roadtax and insurance at minimum fee and 30% discount on my road tax. I gave him my vehicle details, and he promised to email me the quotation within 1 hour. Surprisingly, the email came 10minutes later. I chose to pay the road tax and insurance through online. Thanks to the super fast myEG online payment system, I completed my transaction process in less than 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I faxed my payment receipt to that myEG officer. He called me back 10minutes later to confirmed that my roadtax renewal has been approved, and they will deliver the JPJ sticker to my office within 3 working days. Anyway, I have prepared myself to be dissapointed with the common 'data and system error' kind of excuses should I did not received my sticker after 3days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as I expected it to be, I received my JPJ sticker the next day at 10.00am. Bravo to myEg for their superefficient service. Imagine if the other gov/non-gov produce the same service efficiency; uhhh our Bolehland will be a heaven place to live....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-7210161697914930720?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/7210161697914930720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=7210161697914930720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/7210161697914930720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/7210161697914930720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/09/superefficient-myeg.html' title='Super Efficient MyEG'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SM9lFoMbqdI/AAAAAAAAACI/exz4uJ2vy1w/s72-c/banner4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-5155932258812872872</id><published>2008-08-14T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:43:13.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retard and Ridiculous'/><title type='text'>UiTM Dihatiku....Sure?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Wednesday August 13, 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;UiTM slams MB’s proposal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHAH ALAM: Universiti Teknologi Mara (UiTM) Vice-Chancellor Prof Datuk Seri Dr Ibrahim Abu Shah has hit out at Selangor Mentri Besar Tan Sri Khalid Ibrahim’s suggestion that the university open its doors to non-bumiputra students.&lt;br /&gt;Prof Ibrahim said the call to have non-bumiputras allowed into the university was against the purpose of setting up the university.&lt;br /&gt;“UiTM was set up to provide the bumiputras a chance to improve themselves by attaining tertiary education,” he told a press conference at the university here yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;He was commenting on Khalid’s statement asking for UiTM to open 10% of its intake to the other races to raise the level of integration, competitiveness and the quality of graduates.&lt;br /&gt;He said the power to decide on any changes to the intakes in UiTM was up to the government. Earlier about 5,000 UITM students held a peaceful demonstration in front of the state secretariat building where they also handed over a memorandum to a state government official objecting to the call by Khalid.&lt;br /&gt;UiTM student body president Luqmannulhakim Mohamad Idris said the students wanted Khalid to retract the statement and apologise.&lt;br /&gt;“We (the students) are very disturbed by the statement and we have planned our strategy on what to do if the Mentri Besar does not apologise and retract the statement,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;Khalid, meanwhile said the proposal was done in the interests of both bumiputras and others.&lt;br /&gt;Khalid said he was fully aware that he had no right to decide on the quota for non-Malays in UiTM."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an alumnae of UiTM, and this is totally rubbish and stupid. This just explains how racist and freakin retard the ‘Bumiputera’ students can be. For the first time, I am embarrass to be an alumnae of UiTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so ‘disturbed’ by having 10% non-Bumi students in UiTM? How to ‘improve’ if you don’t dare to compete? Please, change your mentality first before you want to improve yourself. I agreed with Dato Khalid positive intention; &lt;strong&gt;to raise the level of integration, competitiveness and the quality of graduates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That student body president is just afraid of his own shadow. And trust me, if there is no one going to bang this boy's head on the wall, he will be another racist loser who will govern the country in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I personally disgust with this Bumi, Non-Bumi thing. Nonsense, we are Malaysian. Ask the true Historian, Malays are not the real Bumi anyway. Orang Asli is the one who should have the privileges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupido No Braino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-5155932258812872872?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/5155932258812872872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=5155932258812872872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/5155932258812872872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/5155932258812872872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/08/retarded-uitm-dihatiku.html' title='UiTM Dihatiku....Sure?'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-5438222718555963586</id><published>2008-08-07T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T13:37:39.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Clips'/><title type='text'>Panda Melatah</title><content type='html'>Hahahah I have found this clip from You Tube. It is so kelakar I laughed like mad. Check out this clip guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8-KDwRP3eXg&amp;amp;color1=11645361&amp;amp;color2=13619151&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8-KDwRP3eXg&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah it reminds me of Po (Jack Black) in Kungfu Panda. Oh I love that movie...I wish I can have a Panda at home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-5438222718555963586?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/5438222718555963586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=5438222718555963586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/5438222718555963586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/5438222718555963586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/08/panda-melatah.html' title='Panda Melatah'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-6831217328213613411</id><published>2008-07-28T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:39:03.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retard and Ridiculous'/><title type='text'>Malaysia Boleh...001</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;KLIA vs Hong Kong International Airport&lt;br /&gt;Petronas Twin Towers vs Burj Dubai&lt;br /&gt;Hibiscus vs Casablanca Lily&lt;br /&gt;Kancil vs Ferrari&lt;br /&gt;MAS vs Singapore Airlines&lt;br /&gt;Pos Laju vs Fed Ex&lt;br /&gt;Dr Sheikh Muzaffar vs Neil Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;Impak Maksima vs Tokyo Drift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shah Alam Stadium vs Wembley Stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malaysia vs Chelsea &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia Boleh........???!!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-6831217328213613411?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/6831217328213613411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=6831217328213613411' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/6831217328213613411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/6831217328213613411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/07/malaysia-bolehblah-001.html' title='Malaysia Boleh...001'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-1349531837233151731</id><published>2008-07-21T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:45:55.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retard and Ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><title type='text'>A day of a Girl Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These actually happens last Monday. I was really busy last week and almost forgot to upload it. These are also to explain to my friends who keep on asking me what do I really do in my hectic daily life as a personal "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Girl_Friday_%28idiom%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Girl Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" to my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;14th July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10.00am – 11.00am : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to prepare and collect my boss’s private documents at Malaysian National Institute of Translation in Wangsa Maju with my boss driver in my boss’s Volvo.(it is a heaven i don't need to drive today) We are lost in Wangsa Maju for about 20 minutes after taking a direction through phone conversation from one of the officer in that institute. I am not sure whether she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. An autistic savant with a problem to identify ‘left &amp;amp; right’ direction&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;2. She is busy configuring the effective way to win solitaire game on her PC during office hour&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;3. She is just the plain annoying bitch with chronic brain deterioration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God, my boss is someone who knows how to fully utilize his Dato’-ship to speed up the bureaucracy process which is also keeping me from using a profanity towards goverment servant. They have managed to get the documents ready in just within 10-15minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11.00 am – 2.30pm:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went straight to Wisma Putra in Putrajaya to get the translated private docs certified by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. This is my 1st trip to Putrajaya for work matter. I have been there before once as a ‘tourist’ and it was like 7, 8 years before. That time Putrajaya was still in developing process. I am amazed at how this isolated jungle has changed to be an organized federal city. I would say that Putrajaya presents a picture of an excellent township planning and management, with the efficient direction signboard every 500m -1km. For the first time, I don’t need to ask people for a direction at all.&lt;br /&gt;I called 2 of my school friends who are working in Putrajaya to go out for lunch. Lin Talib can’t make it as she has a meeting to attend. And Nieda who’s working in Ministry of Natural Resources and Environment also can’t make it because she is on leave and in JB at that time. Can’t blame them because it was a short notice.&lt;br /&gt;So after finished all my work at Wisma Putra, I then went to Ministry of Finance in Precinct 3, to collect my boss IC. He left it at the reception and forgot to take it back after the meeting last week. I received a call from my very good friend Tessa while in the MOF. She was in Kl for a short trip. We promised to meet after work in KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.30pm – 3.30pm:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safely reached the office. I have to settle a few things first before I went down to CIMB to prepare and refund a new bank draft for my boss. It’s a fee to get endorsement from Saudi embassy for the private documents which has been certified at Wisma Putra earlier. Ironic huh. I realized that I have repeated my boss mistake when the bank officer asked for my IC. I have left my IC at the guard house in Wisma Putra and forgot to take it back. Luckily the bank officer is a male, so I used the ‘art of manipulation technique’ by releasing the female pheromones and begged him to issue the bank draft without my IC. And the result, a bank draft ready to be submitted to the Saudi Embassy the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30pm – 5.30pm : Back in the office. I called my husband and told him about my IC. With ‘sympathy’ he asked “Why are you suddenly become careless and forgetful dear? So how? You going back to Putrajaya today?” I thought of going back to Putrajaya immediately, but I will miss my meeting with Tessa. And I still have a few documents and report to prepare before call it a day.So I decided to go to Putrajaya the next day. It’s still safe in the guardhouse anyway. I told my boss and we laughed at how we always on top of those important things for other people but become so forgetful over our own belongings. That’s how ironic life can be. He then gave me RM50 for my petrol to Putrajaya because he needs to use his driver the next day. I refused to accept it because this is my own mistake and he should not bear the cost. And some more,my car petrol consumption to go to Putrajaya is less that RM 50. He said that he feel bad because it was actually his previous mistake that lead me to Putrajaya. I am speechless. You see, I am so used with the arrogant bosses; but today I realized I have been blessed with a very good employer finally. It’s not about the RM50, but his humbleness makes me respect him even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.30pm – 7.30pm :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to meet Tessa. We went for a dinner (a late lunch for me) at Chilli’s, the place where we normally have our ‘secret underground’ meeting. I can’t tell you much about the secret society, well secret is not a secret if everyone know the secret right? Pening? Heh. So we then chit chat over petrol hikes, other stupid goverment dramas and then she asked for my opinions about her career opportunity options. It seems like all the options she has, have their very own lucrative benefits. We laughed at how when we are looking for a door to open, it remain tightly shut, but when we readily happy with our life suddenly everyone want a piece of you, with irresistible offer. Life is demanding. So I told her it’s all up to her to decide. Only she knows what’s best for her. I will respect for whatever decision she will make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7.30pm-9.00pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bebe fetched me. We went to meet his friend in PJ then head to a nearest mamak. I already had dinner with Tess so I only had a glass of teh tarik at the mamak's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9.00pm-10.00pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-1349531837233151731?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/1349531837233151731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=1349531837233151731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/1349531837233151731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/1349531837233151731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-of-girl-friday.html' title='A day of a Girl Friday'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-2551778440377218482</id><published>2008-07-17T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:22:39.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retard and Ridiculous'/><title type='text'>Talking Apes on The Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Road blocks and traffic congestions. What a bloody apes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apparently some apes try to launch a psychological attack to rakyat. They thought by doing all these road blocks as ‘langkah berjaga-jaga’, the opposition party will scared to go out. Or in the other way, they thought maybe people will just go mad towards opposition party (you know, for causing them to take this stupid action). I don’t know what other people think, but I personally got sick and tired with all these governing apes drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have an infinity balance in my bank account. I want to migrate and live in Madagascar with the real apes and lemur chieftain I can party with every single day...duhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-2551778440377218482?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/2551778440377218482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=2551778440377218482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/2551778440377218482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/2551778440377218482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/07/talking-apes-on-road.html' title='Talking Apes on The Road'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-2147062696430401487</id><published>2008-07-10T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T19:37:34.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retard and Ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><title type='text'>Sense of Pukeeness</title><content type='html'>I had this conversation through &lt;a href="http://messenger.yahoo.com/"&gt;YM&lt;/a&gt; with my friend &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/41113110"&gt;Azreena&lt;/a&gt; a.k.a Sze Sze this morning. She was asking me how to deal with her bestfriend who suddenly changed and ignores her after got married recently. She suspected her bestfriend's husband was keeping his wife from contacting her. Well Sze Sze is a bit 'gila-gila' herself which is fine with me, but not to some people who thought they were smarter than 5th grader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sze Sze : wei member aku dah online&lt;br /&gt;Sze Sze so kalo ko jadik aku, what would you do to her?&lt;br /&gt;Sze Sze :ignore, say hi or delete her from friend lists?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat Person:well i will just ignore her stupidity&lt;br /&gt;Cat Person:the way she ignores your friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sze Sze :hahahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;Sze Sze :cam pepoyo siot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat Person:or you can do like what i did to my previous housemate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sze Sze :what did you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Cat Person: i just confront her by telling the truth of what i thought about her&lt;br /&gt;Cat Person:about her pukiness, about her bodohsombongness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sze Sze : what did you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat Person: and about her deadly stinky armpit, well i'm just being honest you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sze Sze : well i don't understand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sze Sze :pukiness - what's that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sze Sze:hahahahhahah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat Person:puki-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sze Sze :the very paeng word you know&lt;br /&gt;Sze Sze:wakakakakakkaka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sze Sze:new word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Cat Person:ohh I invented this word 'pukiness' and it become popular word among bitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sze Sze : nnt aku tgk kat kamus otak aku nih&lt;br /&gt;Sze Sze :ooo really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat Person:well basically, pukiness - is the state of being an annoying bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sze Sze :i thought 'pukee' is popular for your hubby jer&lt;br /&gt;Sze Sze :hahahahhahahahahhaah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat Person:hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;Cat Person:you sound like a bitch with some sense of pukiness sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sze Sze: ba alif ba ya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat Person:hahhahhaa and i still love you babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sze Sze : P-I-G&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat Person: aku nak upload this conversation in my blog la&lt;br /&gt;Sz&lt;em&gt;e Sze :bull shit aaa&lt;br /&gt;Sze Sze : what are you going to write in your blog la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat Person: hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;Cat Person: ade la&lt;br /&gt;Cat Person: you just read it later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sze Sze : ok&lt;br /&gt;Sze Sze : write yg nice and sweet jer tau&lt;br /&gt;Sze Sze : especially about me ;))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat Person: we'll see hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please mind our 'language'. I seriously do not condone profanity especially to kids. This is just how we normally communicate to show how 'ngam' we are.. ;))....ooohh come on, you know me better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-2147062696430401487?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/2147062696430401487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=2147062696430401487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/2147062696430401487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/2147062696430401487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/07/sense-of-pukiness.html' title='Sense of Pukeeness'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-3829505503461135742</id><published>2008-07-08T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:23:01.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord of Mi Casa'/><title type='text'>A Year of Commitment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He never leaves the toilet seat up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I 'trained' him well you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He likes to think he's got me trained, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nd I let him think that's so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love it when he looks at me,with that sexy grin upon his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In 50 years will he look that good when his dentures aren't in place?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he loves my body,and my intelligence too.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if when gravity starts,will I make up with my IQ?&lt;br /&gt;He loves the way I laugh,I simply adore the way he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how bad my defeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex? That's a private thing.Let's just say I'm satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't say I'd find better,because he is my match.&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly we go together,both in and out of sack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's more than just my husband,he's also my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than just his wife,I'm his "nagger" to the end&lt;br /&gt;He's not exactly perfect,But who am I to judge?&lt;br /&gt;He's a little more rational,where as I won't even budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say that I'm right.He says, "You just think you are."&lt;br /&gt;I insist that I know am! He says, "No dear, not by far."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His long term memory is going fast.He will turn 82 one day and forget his life.&lt;br /&gt;He will think we just 'met' again one day,and he'll ask me to be his wife.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'll have to laugh,so gladly I'd say yes.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, who else would marry me,after putting up with all those tests?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is written for my sweetie for our 1st Wedding Annivessary.&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know Bebe, I do take our marriage seriously, you know,even though I giggled during our vows, you will always and forever be my soul....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-3829505503461135742?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/3829505503461135742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=3829505503461135742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/3829505503461135742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/3829505503461135742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/07/year-of-commitment.html' title='A Year of Commitment...'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-7713274164768768460</id><published>2008-07-03T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:48:50.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>I Am Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SGxPxvroufI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-gQUKQQYKA0/s1600-h/i-am-legend-bigposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218633784247237106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SGxPxvroufI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-gQUKQQYKA0/s320/i-am-legend-bigposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SGxPhXe8IAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/NSUzfbjaLyc/s1600-h/i-am-legend-bigposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spend my last weekend watching one of Will Smith good movie “I Am Legend”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is basically a film adaptation of Richard Matheson's 1954 novel of the same title. The movie, set in the year 2012, in the ruins of New York City tells about Robert Neville (Will Smith) who is a military scientist and the lone survivor of a biochemical disease which was supposed to cure cancer 3 years back. With only blood thirsty vampire-like monsters as his neighbours and his trusty dog, Sam, Robert is trying to discover a cure for this disease and to find out any other people who might have also survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ashamed to say that the part when Robert strangles the infected Sam with his bare hands while softly sing "Three Little Birds" to her and only released her when her feet stop scrabbling at the floor of the lab had me blinking back quite a few tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then goes out to get revenge and attacks a large group of infected monters. He is almost killed,but is rescued by survivor Anna Montez (Alice Braga), who has traveled with a young boy named Ethan from Maryland after hearing one of Neville's broadcasts. They take the injured Neville back to his home where Anna explains that they survived the outbreak aboard a Red Cross evacuation ship from São Paulo and are making their way to a rumored survivors' camp in Bethel, Vermont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story ends with Neville sacrifices himself to save Anna &amp;amp; Ethan’s life. It is not an usual happy ending movie as I expected and I find it irony in the fact that he has actually become as much of a legend to the new survivor society as vampires once were to his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it, I can’t imagine if I wake up one day to find that I’m the only last human standing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Movie Rate: 4/5 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-7713274164768768460?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/7713274164768768460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=7713274164768768460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/7713274164768768460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/7713274164768768460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-legend.html' title='I Am Legend'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SGxPxvroufI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-gQUKQQYKA0/s72-c/i-am-legend-bigposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-5559505719759767617</id><published>2008-07-03T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:48:50.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><title type='text'>My Buddy, Nur Azlin Abu Talib</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I received this message from my long lost buddy, Nurazlin Abu Talib a.k.a Lin. this morning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;From: Lin&lt;br /&gt;Date:06/30/2008 7:42 pm&lt;br /&gt;Subject: rindu kat ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Message:&lt;br /&gt;salam...&lt;br /&gt;sori lmbt reply.. aku kursus 6 bln, xder masa bkk internet..rindu giler kt ko..hmpr2 aku nk msk urtv mencr kwn yg hilang..hua2dah kawen ko eh,frustnye xdpt tgk ko kawen..ni no.fon aku 0197947017.msg aku weh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was so excited that I called her immediately after reading the message. I have been looking for her since I lost my phone, 5 years ago. Given that 5 years ago, the telco technologies was not canggih like today, losing all my contacts feels like being cast away in a forgotten island; waiting for someone to rescue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My 'Jejak Kasih' mission continues. Thanks to Friendster creator, I am able to search for my long lost friends again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lin is my best buddy during my rebel years. Being the 'new girl from the block', I have no friend when I moved to Sek.Men Sri Rahmat JB. Lin is the 1st person who say 'hi' to me and we became a very close buddy since then. She was also the 1st friend who remember my birthday. Although it's was just a small token, but it's really the big thought that count. I still keep your bday cards and the 'cute diary' babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah, she also has her own identity. She is known as a fanatic Korean/Mandarin tv series junkie. I remember how she pack her school bag and rushing back home so that she'll not missed the Channel 8 chinese drama. And the next day, she will 'ooh' and 'aah' about Zoey Tay, her favorate Singaporian actress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And today, she is still the same Lin that I know 11 years back. Happen that she lost her phone and contacts as well. She's in the meeting when I called her ealier this morning. She called me back at 5pm. I miss her so much, it makes me willing to take a risk by driving and talking on the phone at the same time. (My stupid bluetooth always 'dead' when I need it the most).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We chit chat for almost 20 minutes, catching up on our life story. She is now in Putrajaya working as Goverment Executive in Diplomatic Service (PTD). She promised to keep in touch, and I owe her a big fat lunch in klcc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218433053824058018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SGuZNslXAqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YZI_lnuzKH4/s400/1_233121334l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To Lin, if you read this; just remember that you will always be my best bud, through good and bad times. I love you and may our friendship blessed with happiness forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aku tahu ko mesti cam nak termuntah dgn aku yg jadi melodramatic tetiba ni kan? Hahahaha......can't believe it myself....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-5559505719759767617?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/5559505719759767617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=5559505719759767617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/5559505719759767617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/5559505719759767617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-buddy-lin-talib.html' title='My Buddy, Nur Azlin Abu Talib'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/SGuZNslXAqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YZI_lnuzKH4/s72-c/1_233121334l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-7801025329737908112</id><published>2008-06-24T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:36:00.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope and Faith'/><title type='text'>Precocious P Ramlee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been watching P Ramlee movies since I was young, again and again. It was just an entertaiment when I was young but as the time goes by I slowly understand the message he was trying to tell us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P Ramlee is a genius, not many of the Malay films nowaday can bring up Malay issues cynically on movie screen. As an artist, P Ramlee is very sensitive toward Malays issues at that time. His brilliance lies in how he tells the stories of Malay communities with the most beautiful analogy. He uses the “Adab melayu” –to always speak politely, through his film which is full of hidden messages. I found that P Ramlee movies is synonyms with our modern life ‘dramas’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Nujum Pak Belalang (Pak Belalang The Fortune Teller)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this movie, the fate of country was jeopardized with Sultan’s ego. Of course there will always be an adviser in every betting and gambling. And in this movie, Ahli Nujum (the fortune teller) is the country adviser. Whatever is Sultan going to do; he will consult the Ahli Nujum first. In a modern life Ahli Nujum was known as The Lawyer. Ahli Nujum /The Lawyer advice was so important because only he knows the future/law. Oh yeah, Sultan will be The Judge in the modern life drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahli Nujum of Negara Masai was overconfident that he will win over the Negeri Beringin with his riddles. He was so excited that he told all the answers to Sultan Masai on the way back to their ship. But he didn’t know that Belalang, the son of Nujum Pak Belalang was hiding in the sampan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a modern life Belalang is the big guy who sits on the couch with his hidden camera. The Lawyer was enthusiastically talking on the phone and he is not aware that his conversation was recorded.Like Ahli Nujum Masai, he did also reveal all the secrets of his conspiracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because both Ahli Nujum and The Lawyer were not in the right path at the first place, they were both caught by their own stratagem. Not just them,their master’s life was also end with disgrace. In the movie, Sultan Masai lost his country and in modern story The Judge lost his dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Musang Berjanggut (The Bearded Fox)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A film classically delivered because this is the only cynical comedy with high profile created by P Ramlee. In a way, the story tells about the deterioration of common senses among the ruler and his high profilers when enchanted by the beauty of Puspawangi, wife of Tun Nila who is the adopted prince of Raja Alam Syahbana. Those were called high profiles because of their position in the kingdom of Pura Cendana, ie The Raja, Ministers and Orang Kaya (the Rich Man). And those so-called high profilers individually plot to get rid Tun Nila by willing to pretend to be sick, a chair, a riding horse and house decoration just because they want to have Puspawangi to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful part was when Tun Nila and Puspawangi send the Musang Berjanggut to the palace. When Raja Alam Syahbana opens the locked chest, it turns out that the Musang Berjanggut is actually one of his high ranking ministers. His minister was caught because he tried to hide in the wrong place and not in the right time. He turns out to be the victim and the evidence to proof the wickedness among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then this story does not end with death and &lt;a href="http://www.malaysia-today.net/2008/content/view/9050/84/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C-4 Bomb Explosion&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;but ends with happy ending as an ‘apologizing symbol’ from P Ramlee should he has offended someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these P Ramlee masterpieces are actually happen yesterday, today and maybe tomorrow. He is gifted with the ability to put forward the chronic issue cynically in his art and does not assault people directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P Ramlee actually asking people to think, to mirror and to judge your own self. Not many can see what he sees in his masterpiece. &lt;em&gt;Siapa makan cili terasa pedas&lt;/em&gt;. And for those who didn’t realize will continue to laugh out loud, and then speechless when realize they were actually laughing at themselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-7801025329737908112?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/7801025329737908112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=7801025329737908112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/7801025329737908112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/7801025329737908112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/06/precocious-p-ramlee.html' title='Precocious P Ramlee'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-7790954632014386511</id><published>2008-06-20T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:56:14.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retard and Ridiculous'/><title type='text'>I See Dead &amp; Dumb People...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was driving back home in Federal Highway yesterday when suddenly I was honked from behind. I thought that it was an ambulance in emergency, you know those with loud annoying siren (which I doubt sometime whether there was really a dying patient inside or it's just an asshole ambulance driver) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw banana leaves attached to the van, eh this cannot be an ambulance. Mana ada ambulance pasang banana leaves. It's a peak hour and traffic was really bad that time (in PJ area). I do not want to be a bitch on the road, so I gave him a way. Bagi lalu sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gobsmacked to know that it is actually a Casket Van. Niama...it's a dead people inside, why so in hurry la macha...Doesn't matter wheter you able to reach the place in time or not, the person already dead anyway. Or maybe he's in hurry because Hell &amp;amp; Heaven Gate or the white light will be closed by 7.00pm? I don't know, but that guy must have a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I continue my journey back home while singing to a radio to entertain myself. I was about to reach Shah Alam when suddenly there's a heavy traffic. This is not the usual, cause that road normally pretty smooth during that hour (6.30pm) . I though that maybe there was an accident. So I patiently drive slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really pissed + stupefied to see the same Casket Van again. But this time, he is driving super slow in the MIDDLE LANE with another 2 cars follow him behind AND with the emergency lights on. 15 minutes ago he was so in hurry and now he's creating traffic by doing that kind of parade? OMG, I bet hundreds of drivers are cursing them that day.The superstitious me believe if 40 persons maki you that day, your life will be totally 'suey' for the next 40days. I really don't understand, was it really some Indian ritual to 'corpse parade' the dead man on busy road within that hour? I am not being racist but that kind of ritual is not making any sense, especially on the busy road. Can't they just do it in the temple or cemetery? I really need some explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man..I really can see Dead &amp;amp; Dumb people everywhere....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-7790954632014386511?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/7790954632014386511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=7790954632014386511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/7790954632014386511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/7790954632014386511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-see-dead-dumb-people.html' title='I See Dead &amp; Dumb People...'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-5870762956113332431</id><published>2008-06-13T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:44:45.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast and Furios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retard and Ridiculous'/><title type='text'>Tokkok Of The Day 001</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"It's imperative for Malaysian to change lifestyles" En Tokkok AB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One change in lifestyle which Malaysians had to make was to accept public transport" En Tokkok NR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Without the new measure, the government’s actual payout for oil subsidies would have totalled 28 billion ringgit this year, and that it will now &lt;em&gt;SAVE &lt;/em&gt;some 4.0 billion ringgit" En Tokkok SS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The revenue saved from the subsidy WILL be deposited into the &lt;em&gt;TRUST FUND&lt;/em&gt; (?) to be set up. The fund will be used to improve the public transportation system in the country" En Tokkok NR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say. I am like a plankton in the sea full of sharks. I have right to fight but I am not strong enough. They rather be deaf than listen to me. So why should I tokkok and talking crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one clip to summarize the tokkok of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Change your lifestyle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WhWW5hTpS7s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WhWW5hTpS7s&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-5870762956113332431?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/5870762956113332431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=5870762956113332431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/5870762956113332431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/5870762956113332431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/06/tokkok-of-day-001.html' title='Tokkok Of The Day 001'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-3661703051358571491</id><published>2008-06-02T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:17:51.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord of Mi Casa'/><title type='text'>Nightmare 001</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Scene: Our apartment carpark, Friday morning. A minute before driving to the office.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"Dear, you drive carefully today..." My Bebe&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;"Okay you too. Why look so worry?" Me about to start the engine&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;"I had a very bad dream last night..." My Bebe&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;"Really..mimpi apa? I kena accident? or I ran away with Mat Salleh? Hahaha...." Me&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;" No serious, it's really bad" My Bebe&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;"Chill beb, quick tell me mimpi apa?" Me&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;"I dreamt, Tun Mahathir was 'nazak' in the hospital. And I watched it LIVE on Buletin Utama that time. It was so real dear...so tragic"....my Bebe&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"Aaaaa....okay. Don't worry la, it was just a dream. Thought that you are so worried about me...Apada..oklah bye!" Me&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;"Hahahahahahahaha" Me in the car...&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Oppss No... I wasn't laughing at the 'death dream'. It was because My Bebe; my soul mate who would never cry over the death of our pets but can get so emotional and patriotic during Buletin Utama .'Nuff said....Muaahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-3661703051358571491?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/3661703051358571491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=3661703051358571491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/3661703051358571491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/3661703051358571491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/06/nightmare-001.html' title='Nightmare 001'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-3065444902333778106</id><published>2008-05-21T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:33:17.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast and Furios'/><title type='text'>The PRO, The Stupido and The A**hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Speeding in the right lane when the traffic is clear - PRO&lt;br /&gt;Speeding beyond the speed limit within the famous speed trap area - Stupido&lt;br /&gt;Try to speed and honk like nobody business when the traffic is obviously at crawl 3km ahead - A**hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbed the greedy, stingy and corrupt politician the way Robin Hood did - PRO&lt;br /&gt;Robbed the Division Head of Criminal Investigation - Stupido&lt;br /&gt;Robbed and murder the poor innocent oldwoman - A**hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in the car at office parking basement after submitted all the datelines/paperworks - PRO&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in the work station at 10.00am; usual hour for the big boss to come in the office - Stupido&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in the work station and then complaining you are overload with work and don't have enough time to finished it - A**hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie and brag that you hold a Master Degree from top University to office juniors - PRO&lt;br /&gt;Lie and brag that you hold a Master Degree from top University to HR person - Stupido&lt;br /&gt;Lie and brag that you hold a Master Degree from top University while actually you are just a 3rd Class SPM holder and slept with the boss to get increment - A**hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitching about annoying boss with your bestfriends - PRO&lt;br /&gt;Bitching about annoying boss with his/her bestfriends - Stupido&lt;br /&gt;Bitching about your bestfriend with another circle of friends - Asshole, Loser &amp;amp; 1st Class Bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't play with fire when you are soiled with black oil, not just you'll get burned,you may caused destructive explosion, its strong enough to kill yourself..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-3065444902333778106?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/3065444902333778106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=3065444902333778106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/3065444902333778106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/3065444902333778106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/05/pro-stupido-and-ahole.html' title='The PRO, The Stupido and The A**hole'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-8101875882656494185</id><published>2008-05-21T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:30:17.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord of Mi Casa'/><title type='text'>The Art of Commandment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Always remember these 5 important rules when command requesting your caring HUSBAND to do something:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Make sure your husband is sober and conscious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be brief, short and simple! Limit your &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;nagging rant&lt;/span&gt; diplomatic conversation to1,2 hours max. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reward him for cooperative behaviour. Offer to cook him something that doesn't have a peel-back or plastic cover&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Punish&lt;/span&gt; Advise him when he refuses to cooperative. Eg: Microwave his TV/Astro remote on high power for 55 minutes. Rotate 1/4 turn, and microwave again for another 38 minutes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use "&lt;em&gt;would you&lt;/em&gt;" or "&lt;em&gt;will you&lt;/em&gt;" instead of "&lt;em&gt;you'd better&lt;/em&gt;" or "&lt;em&gt;do as I say and no one will get hurt&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah, I have personally apply this rules at home. Peaceful home guaranteed....;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-8101875882656494185?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/8101875882656494185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=8101875882656494185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/8101875882656494185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/8101875882656494185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/05/art-of-commandment.html' title='The Art of Commandment'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-3711134235533145883</id><published>2008-05-20T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:11:54.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Candle on My Cake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19th May 2008 ; 27 candles, a pocket full Of Birthday Wishes,another moment to remember and another life lesson to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, my 17th birthday was the time where I learned to understand the true meaning of friendship, the joy, the laughter and tears. (I still keep the 'noses' birthday card from you guys.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a meaningful birthday when I was 21st. I received a gold bracelet from Mak and Abah as a key of my freedom; freedom to make my own decision and to live my life in my own way. I received an Elle watch from Bebe as a 1st birthday present from him; a time piece to show the progress of our love and relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then another years gone by. Another candles, another late night parties and another similar moment to be remembered every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 27 years of life is the price I have to pay for maturity. No more late night party, no more balloon bouquet, no more birthday blow-out and no more clowning around. This is the time where I have to start to think of years ahead; a soul mate to die with and future kids to be showered with love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullillah I am still holding on. May this year brings me a wonderful moment filled with love and happiness.. amen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We have no choice of what color we're born or who our parents are or whether we're rich or poor. What we do have is some choice over what we make of our lives once we're here"&lt;/em&gt; - Mildred Taylor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-3711134235533145883?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/3711134235533145883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=3711134235533145883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/3711134235533145883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/3711134235533145883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-candle-on-my-cake.html' title='Another Candle on My Cake...'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-6861240637284603589</id><published>2008-05-14T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:21:46.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retard and Ridiculous'/><title type='text'>A for Acatamathesian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;14 Years Ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" Kat sekolah awak kelas apa?" - Acatamathesian Cousin A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Kelas 1G"&lt;/em&gt; - Young Nonconfirmist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Eeee awak kelas corot eh,awak masuk kelas budak bodoh" Acatamathesian Cousin B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Siapa kata budak kelas saya semua bodoh?"&lt;/em&gt; - Young Nonconfirmist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Kita masuk kelas Amanah, kelas budak pandai. Masuk kelas A kawan dengan budak pandai,nanti dapat masuk Universiti, boleh kerja bagus" - Acatamathesian Cousin A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kelas A pun ada yg failed kan.."&lt;/em&gt; - Young Nonconfirmist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Periksa dapat nombor berapa?" Acatamathesian Uncle A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No 1" -&lt;/em&gt; Young Nonconfirmist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Hmm masuk kelas corot boleh lah dapat No 1, cuba masuk kelas A, susah punya nak dapat No 1" -Acatamathesian Uncle B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"....(what the ***)......"&lt;/em&gt; - Young Nonconfirmist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;14 years later, Year 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Kerja mana sekarang?" Acatamathesian Uncle A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"KLCC"&lt;/em&gt; - Nonconfirmist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Kat mana? Promoter kat Isetan ker Parkson..? hehhehe " Acatamathesian Auntie A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Taklah, saya kerja kat Tower 2 KLCC dengan Company ******. It's an international investment holding company"&lt;/em&gt; - Nonconfirmist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Company apa tuh? Company kecik ker? Cousin A kerja KERANI kat Kementerian ***** . Gaji bolehlah TAPI KERJA KERAJAAN cerah masa depan " Acatamathesian Uncle A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"......(what the ***, just forget it, they don't even know what 'international' means anyway)........"&lt;/em&gt; - Nonconfirmist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nonconfirmist in conversations above is ME. A person who refuse to be bound by&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: line-through"&gt;IDIOTS&lt;/span&gt; established standards of conduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, Raya gatherings and a relative kenduris are nightmares. This is where the paklong, makngah, tokcik, paksu, tok andak and cousins gather and comparing life achievement among others. For the young ones questions are always "Periksa no berapa?" or "Kelas apa?" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, when I was a kid, our achievements are measured by in which 'group' you in. If you score straight A's, and you are in the 'Kelas Budak Bodoh/Corot' then you are just another loser. But, if you are in Kelas A and even if you failed all subjects, you are still the great bright hope of family. I was not talking about my parent, but it's about the 'Acatamathesian' relatives who have deterioration of the logics and common senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'interrogation' continues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bila nak kahwin? Kerja bagus pun tak guna kalau jadi anak dara tua"&lt;br /&gt;"Bila nak ada anak? Rumah besar pun tak guna kalau tinggal berdua jer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can always answer these questions in a rebellious and nonconfirmist way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why bothered? Did you pay for my college fee? Did you pay for my house loan? Did you pay for my wedding expenses? Are you going to bear the hospital bills and all the costs of rising my kids? No? So why bother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I chose to be a hypocrite " Err belum ada rezeki lagi..." or just remain silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....just for the sake of 'malas nak kurang ajar dengan orang yang tak belajar'.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-6861240637284603589?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/6861240637284603589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=6861240637284603589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/6861240637284603589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/6861240637284603589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-acatamathesian.html' title='A for Acatamathesian'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-1271575697417413602</id><published>2008-03-20T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:26:28.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kena Cop/ Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was tagged by a friend and normally would just ignore it. But I am really bored tonight so I just layan la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="MARGIN-LEFT: 42pt"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Name one person who made you laugh last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adam Sandler in movie 'Click'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What were you doing at 0800?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Driving to work..and stuck in a very bad traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fed my Vampire in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What happened to you in 2007?&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am no longer a 'Cik' and lost my freedom since then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What was the last thing you said out loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ASS HOLE!" to a stupido MyVi driver who thinks that HIS dad owns the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How many beverages did you have today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 mugs of strong coffee and a cup of Expresso. I slept for only 4 hours last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What color is your hairbrush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What was the last thing you paid for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friskies Ocean Flavor for my furkid Monyet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Where were you last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long dinner date with Peter Petrelli...until suddenly I woke up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What color is your front door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some shade of light grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Where do you keep your change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A compartment inside my car, or into my dressing drawer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What's the weather like today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a rainy day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What's the best ice-cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do you want to cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I don't. I want to have a long wavy hair for this year Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Are you over the age of 25?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minus all the public holidays, I am still 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If YM chat is considered as talking, ohh yeah I do 'talk' a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do you watch Heroes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peter is my drug. Yataaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do you know anyone named Steven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do you make up your own words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup - 'Selambaness' , 'Stupido Nobraino'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Are you a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Name a friend whose name starts with the letter 'A'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Azreena Abdullah a.k.a Sze Sze - brutal mama and my gossip partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Name a friend whose name starts with the letter 'K'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Khairul Hamdi - gonjeng dude, papa jahat, ex-schoolmate. Sorry beb jgn marah aku, it's a facts..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Who's the first person on your received call list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What does the last text message you received say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's from a colleague that told me he will be a bit late for our meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do you chew on your straw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I don't. It's RETARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do you have curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wei everyone does have it la..within that private 'area'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Where's the next place you're going to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another dinner date again with Peter Petrelli...hopefully..hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Who's the rudest person in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has got to be my bestfriend..wait..She WAS my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The legendary "Mee Siput' that I bought at Muor last weekend. It reminds me of my late Makmok. She made the best 'Mee Siput' in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Will you get married in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm already married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What's the best movie you've seen in the past 2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Click' by Adam Sandler. Good comedy with a life lesson to learn - 'Family Comes First'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Is there anyone you like right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a crush on Peter Petrelli...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When was the last time you did the dishes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Are you currently depressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes I am. I need a vacation and a lot, lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huh? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Why did you answer and post this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's because I'm bored to death and I don't have any other interesting story to tell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-1271575697417413602?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/1271575697417413602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=1271575697417413602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/1271575697417413602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/1271575697417413602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/06/kena-cop-tagged.html' title='Kena Cop/ Tagged'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-267777626670394553</id><published>2008-03-18T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T15:56:56.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope and Faith'/><title type='text'>Friendship Never Dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will never have a limited bestfriend. This is because ALL my friends are infact my bestfriendS, my best buddies of all time. Wherever I go, I will end up with another list of Bestfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Each group of friends knows me by a different name but same 'gonjeng' NurSalfarina Shafiee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Aida Yusof, Sharifah Shereen, Intan Syafinaz, Diana, Anuar Rahim, Farina, Asfarizal, Nik Hisham,Siti Nasifah and others from Sekolah Jubli Intan &amp;amp; Sekolah Menengah Dato Haji Hassan Yunos who know me as &lt;strong&gt;Sal&lt;/strong&gt;. They are among the 'first batch' of my friends list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have Lyn Arifan, Lin Talib, KuJah and others from Sekolah Menengah Sri Rahmat,JB who know me as &lt;strong&gt;Reena&lt;/strong&gt;. I was only able to build friendship for about a year before I moved to the 'Most Happening School of Retards &amp;amp; Rebellion" - Teknik TPJB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sekolah Menengah Teknik Tg Puteri,JB - School of Retards and Rebellions, I have a gang called 6 Budak Pencacai -Oya,Akak Zura,Joe,Sal &amp;amp; me of course. And others like Sharifah Anez, Khazaren, Abot, Hustler, Ayuzs, Adli,Izs Shahrin,Azawati, Shahruddin, Sham &amp;amp; Boy who know me as &lt;strong&gt;Reena D.&lt;/strong&gt; - the most gonjeng, rebel &amp;amp; the 'tanned' chic in school. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's UiTM DiHatiku. I have Elynn,Eimon, A'Are, Fadh, Sze Sze, Feedot,Eila, Wana, Bebot, Najwa, Niza, Jue, Kak Rin,Diana, Adli, Ayusz, Hustler and Azawati again (yeah my Teknik schoolmates are dominating the Uitm Segamat that time) And my beloved seniors gave me a new nickname. One thing about Uitm, your sweet nice full name given by your parents are meant to be remain in IC and to be used only in exam. No one will ever call you by your full name. Mine is Eefun. I have been given this name because of my selamba-ness and I have a special ability to be funny at all times. "Ee funny jer budak ni..ee funnyer..eefun.." That's how I known by &lt;strong&gt;Eefun&lt;/strong&gt; in Uitm Segamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the 1st day I start work, I am back to Reena again. I have Joanne, Jenny, Sheza, Hana, Mindy, Tessa, Phoebe,Delaila, Chin Tau, Sharon, Kak Rozie, Ivan, Meity, Sioe Ee, Jason, Adrian, Brian, Lennie,Vinod, Ganesh and Karen who know me by &lt;strong&gt;Reena Shafiee&lt;/strong&gt;. And I have been known as Reena Shafiee until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these friend I have makes me believe that I won't die alone. I believe there will always someone who will drop a tears when I'm gone.. Maybe I kinda act like a bitch sometime but I will never betray a friend. I am not a backstabber. My friends know that I'm loyal and I always appreciate the moment I spend with my friends. Till death do us part..amen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-267777626670394553?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/267777626670394553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=267777626670394553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/267777626670394553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/267777626670394553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/03/friendship-never-dies.html' title='Friendship Never Dies'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-7558531331607117475</id><published>2008-03-14T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T15:33:36.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retard and Ridiculous'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Annoying Retards</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who point at their wrist while asking for the time....&lt;em&gt;I know where my watch is pal. Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who are willing to get off their arse to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who ask "Can I ask you a question?". &lt;em&gt;If you want to ask just ask, you'll be punch anyway if dare to ask stupid question.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When something is 'new and improved!'. &lt;em&gt;Duhh if it's NEW, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an IMPROVEMENT, then there must have been something before it. So which is it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people say "life is short". &lt;em&gt;What the ****? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does! What can you do that's longer?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you are waiting for the LRT/bus and someone asks, "Has the bus come yet?". &lt;em&gt;If the bus came would I be standing here, knob head?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who say things like "My eyes aren't what they used to be". &lt;em&gt;So what did they used to be? Ears, Jukebox sandals? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you're eating something and someone asks "Is that nice?Sedap ker?" &lt;em&gt;No it's really revolting - I always eat stuff I hate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who announce they are going to the toilet. &lt;em&gt;Thanks that's an image I really didn't need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;McDonalds staff&lt;/strong&gt; who pretend they don't understand you if you don't insert the 'Mc' before the item you are ordering..... It has to be a McChicken Burger, just a Chicken Burger gets  blank looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, I'll have a McStraw, and jam it in your McEyes, you stupid McRetard...!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-7558531331607117475?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/7558531331607117475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=7558531331607117475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/7558531331607117475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/7558531331607117475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/03/top-10-annoying-retards.html' title='Top 10 Annoying Retards'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-1256976026856344614</id><published>2008-03-05T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T15:16:11.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast and Furios'/><title type='text'>TM NUTS Streamyx - Another Broadband from HELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I  have a perfect tagline for Streamyx:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;TM NUTS Streamyx&lt;/strong&gt; - another loser from Hell with the Customer Service who could not tell. Enjoy the slowest broadband in the world!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get connected to my home internet for about 2 days in a row. I've called streamyx few times, another long wait, another customer service rep who could not understand my difficulties and internet connection that I still cannot use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still 'in control' when they put me on hold for 15 minutes. But I really could not understand when they said at least 2 working days needed for them to check my whole f******g internet system. Duhhh...?!?!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God, don't tell me RM846.7 million profit for the first quarter 2007 does not enough for TM to bulk up their streamyx services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just because I am not a 'DR', a 'Dato', a 'Datin' or ' Tengku' or whatever shit in front of my name?Oh yeah.. I am just another  &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;mad woman&lt;/span&gt; dissatisfied customer who throw a temper tantrum when she can't get connected to internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duhhh what a bunch of massive losers I'm dealing with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-1256976026856344614?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/1256976026856344614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=1256976026856344614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/1256976026856344614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/1256976026856344614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/03/tm-nuts-streamyx-another-broadband-from.html' title='TM NUTS Streamyx - Another Broadband from HELL'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-4043461925378755964</id><published>2008-03-01T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:19:50.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retard and Ridiculous'/><title type='text'>Alanis Morisette - The True Flavor of Entanglement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've got this clip while searching for Alanis live show in You Tube. Yeah I'm a biggest fan of Alanis Morrisette. Her songs and lyrics always become my greatest inspiration. My fav of all time- "That I Would Be Good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the clip title :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alanis Morisette - My Humps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, 'Oh NO! is she going to be another stupid mashup of a pop song?' No way. So I check out the clip. To my pleasant surprise it was actually Alanis parody video of Fergie - My Humps. Hahahaha it is so funny and it such a brilliant idea of Alanis. Altough I prefer her down to earth style of plain shirt and jeans, she looks hot in the bluegreen top. Please guys, you should watch this till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W91sqAs-_-g"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W91sqAs-_-g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I called " The True Flavors of Entanglement"...hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-4043461925378755964?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/4043461925378755964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=4043461925378755964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/4043461925378755964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/4043461925378755964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/02/alanis-morisette-true-flavor-of.html' title='Alanis Morisette - The True Flavor of Entanglement'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-5661973607636817269</id><published>2008-02-29T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:58:29.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord of Mi Casa'/><title type='text'>Lord of MiCasa - Battle of the TV Remote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's going to be another war this weekend in mi casa. Another TV addiction on Sunday night. I was browsing the 8TV website last weekend (yeah pretty bored) and I saw this TV recap show 'Ghost' starring Naz and Cheryl Samad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm nampak title macam best. So I check out the episode recap. I got hooked and end up spending the whole evening watching the the whole episode 1-3. The show is on 8TV every sunday night at 10.00pm. It's a story about Eza (Chery Samad) a gossip writer who tries to solve the mystery behind the death of her idol -famous movie star, Zack Imran (Naz) - now is a ghost-in-distress seeking for her help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's memang layan la. The problem is now :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Beb is paying for the Astro bill,the house rental, electric &amp;amp; water bills every month, while I'm responsible for the phone+streamyx bill and groceries. So technically, he is the King of Mi Casa and have a 100% control over the TV remote (whenever he is around). I told him about this new show on 8TV and try to 'book' the couch for Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reply was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well sayang, it depends wheter there is a good show on HBO or History channel on that night"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If there is no good show for me to watch, then we can watch your fav show together&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then my hope was totally shattered when he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But Sayang, you can always watch the episode recap anytime on the net kan.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said, it's a Checkmate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-5661973607636817269?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/5661973607636817269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=5661973607636817269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/5661973607636817269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/5661973607636817269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/02/lord-of-micasa-battle-of-tv-remote.html' title='Lord of MiCasa - Battle of the TV Remote'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-3582111625625742909</id><published>2008-02-27T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:46:30.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Furkids'/><title type='text'>10 Things I Hate About Monyet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love the movie so much. I have been creating a few '10 Things I hate..." poems since the day I watch this movie. Sad, Ledger's found dead in his bedroom. I always like his movie; Brokeback Mountain, The Patriot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is my own version of '10 Things I Hate About Monyet'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate the way you meoww to me, and the way you lick your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate the way you sleep in my closet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate it when you stare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate your smelly yucky poop and the way you ask for food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate the way you’re always cute, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate it when you scratch my couch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that I miss your purrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But mostly I hate the way I DON'T hate you, Not even close…Not even a little bit… Not even at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love you Monyet, forever and ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-3582111625625742909?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/3582111625625742909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=3582111625625742909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/3582111625625742909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/3582111625625742909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2008/02/10-things-i-hate-about-monyet.html' title='10 Things I Hate About Monyet'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666014948761634400.post-843631719685311313</id><published>2007-11-05T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T02:44:01.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope and Faith'/><title type='text'>May Justice Be With Nurin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's 75 days since Nurin was abducted and we are still praying for that sick paedophile bastard killer to be caught. Yesterday 3rd November 2007, the person who is responsible for distributing the autopsy pictures of murdered Nurin Jazlin Jazimin has been identified and will be charged in court soon. Serve him right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being quite pessimistic sometimes, I felt that there's only 9.99% chances for that paedophile sick bastard to be caught. It's because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No other DNA were found on Nurin's body &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Police are solely relying on the CCTV images of a man carrying sports bag; believed to be Nurin's body stuffed inside. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;And almost a month after the discovery of Nurin's body, police have yet to make a major arrest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may I hope this case will not be closed like what happen to Norita Samsudin's. Court of Appeal judge Datuk Mokhtar Sidin rapped police investigators, noting “gaping holes” in the case. He said for the prosecution to establish a prima facie case, it had to prove that death had occurred, that Hanif was responsible for Norita’s death and that the act was done with the intention of causing her death. The Court of Appeal said the only fact proven was that Norita was dead and nothing more....duhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny when some people said that crime scene TV series such as CSI, Bones and Criminal Mind do helps criminals to be smarter. You see, Nurin's killer didn't leave any DNA on victim's body; not even a finger print. Even if he got caught, was CCTV image of him carrying the bag enough for him to be charged?&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep on praying more evidence will be found...and may the justice be with Allahyarham Nurin Jazlin....Al-fatihah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5666014948761634400-843631719685311313?l=felis-catus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/feeds/843631719685311313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666014948761634400&amp;postID=843631719685311313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/843631719685311313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666014948761634400/posts/default/843631719685311313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felis-catus.blogspot.com/2007/11/may-justice-be-with-nurin_04.html' title='May Justice Be With Nurin...'/><author><name>Reena Shafiee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCAzXIZmaBA/TFJ1yMqUSqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GpRpWlg2OOo/S220/Me+n+Nyet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
