<?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-9090951</id><updated>2012-03-13T18:31:38.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>__missnsq.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110112123430593222</id><published>2004-11-22T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T19:00:34.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been upset for far too long and i should stop dwelling on it. i decided to be grateful for what i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a family; though not perfect but i HAVE one.&lt;br /&gt;i have friends; to stick by me, though with my flaws.&lt;br /&gt;though we quarrel and disagree. we love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont need anything more. its time to smile and enjoy life once again(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i read all the emails i received before. it feels good to reminisce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110112123430593222?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110112123430593222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110112123430593222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110112123430593222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110112123430593222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/11/ive-been-upset-for-far-too-long-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110101785139653671</id><published>2004-11-21T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T14:17:31.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday went out with fadilah to onlynbuddy's open house. thought of going to the melayu girls house, well some of them. but didn't because it was too short notice. i just needed to get out of home lahh, de-stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;his mum is superrrrr nice.&lt;br /&gt;his dad is superrrr funny.&lt;br /&gt;his friends are spunkayy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a weird way to meet a new friend, go and raya at his house. but well, i think its better and &lt;B&gt;safer&lt;/b&gt;. HAHA. since his family is around. his mum is &lt;B&gt;super nice&lt;/b&gt; lah. she looks familiar too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"are you his school friend?"&lt;br /&gt;"haha, nopee. online friend."&lt;br /&gt;"meet him before or first time?"&lt;br /&gt;"no lah never meet before.."&lt;br /&gt;"ehhh then he like that?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ my mum will just scream if i get my guy friends to come to my place. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he didnt know what to say to me, and perhaps it was awkward because we never met before. but after that started talking like normal. haha. oh wells. and his dad is &lt;B&gt;superr funny&lt;/b&gt; lah! -looks at fad. his dad said to him while looking at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"eh this one your friend who got married&lt;br /&gt;a month ago arr? where's her husband?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haha. not on good terms. HAHA!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just shook my head. lols- and after we ate and talked. i left around 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i have a reason why i an typing this. because if my brother were to come across this. he will not misunderstand certain things. and well. assumptions. i just hope they stop assuming things. i just need to break free from my social circle and learn to adapt. i had enough of that phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading my brother's email to me.. &lt;B&gt;"at your age. i never bothered about relationship. all i wanted was go out and have fun with my friends, watch movie. play soccer.. relationships will be part of your life as you mature."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. he rocks. i love him(: and the rest too. yupp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110101785139653671?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110101785139653671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110101785139653671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110101785139653671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110101785139653671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/11/yesterday-went-out-with-fadilah-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110086463826645100</id><published>2004-11-19T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T19:45:16.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im all welled up in tears right now. i dont know why. i suddenly took my headphones after so long and plug it to the computer and listening to songs right now. i just wanna blast it into my ears and shut my ears to everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was browsing through my inbox. as i have a habit of keeping emails, i was looking through the email my bro sent me. when at one period of time we communicated through email. the period of time when i had GGR and was drifted away by that world. i read the email. and i dont know. i broke down. suddenly. it simply hit me, right there. and its. i dont know. it doesnt hurt. but. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading that, it somehow scares me how time flies. it feels just like a while ago i received those emails. but here i am reading those, thinking what the hell was i doing last time with my life. the immaturity in me. and how much i have grown from all those experience. and how i am still learning about life now. and it still goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i am all upset today. i read those emails. and the strongest thing that hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Sun, 23 Feb 2003 01:11:00 +0800&lt;br /&gt;Think deeply and ask your self the true meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;Look at yourself in the mirror and think why are you being born &lt;br /&gt;to this earth and what is your purpose on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;Trying devoting yourself to god and you will find your answer.&lt;br /&gt;God is always there for you to confide in him and he is there &lt;br /&gt;to show you the right path in life. You dont have to confide&lt;br /&gt;with friends or anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I wasnt there all the time for you and our family. &lt;br /&gt;Marriage life is not easy and not so sweet as what you have always &lt;br /&gt;seen when I am at mum's place.&lt;br /&gt;Till today I am still trying to learn how to shoulder the &lt;br /&gt;responsibility being a husband, father and brother. &lt;br /&gt;I have never forget my duties as husband and son. &lt;br /&gt;If you notice i am always trying to be a filial son. &lt;br /&gt;Mum is the only parent that we are left with.&lt;br /&gt;We can never know how much longer she will live, so we must always&lt;br /&gt;appreciate her and try to be providing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, dont worry about our family...&lt;br /&gt;bcos deep inside me i always feel that&lt;br /&gt;our family is always united and that nothing &lt;br /&gt;can cause it to disintegrate.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110086463826645100?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110086463826645100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110086463826645100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110086463826645100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110086463826645100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-all-welled-up-in-tears-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110085442714812637</id><published>2004-11-19T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T16:53:47.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;I AM SICK AND TIRED OF LOOKING AND THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE&lt;/B&gt;. for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;B&gt;angsty. angry. irritated.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to blog in the morning but well, didnt get the chance to. apparently, i just want to say everything sucks. harr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is there for me to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent yesterday on the computer and doing amath at night. well. i enjoy amath now. and i realise there's alot of things i never knew of. &lt;B&gt;ARGH&lt;/B&gt;. and yahh. later at night sis's papers were missing. and it was last seen on &lt;B&gt;MY&lt;/B&gt; table and i was the last to clear that damn table. so as usual i know accusations will be made, i just shut up and stayed in my room. couldnt sleep till 3 am. made plans to go out. but in the end i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry fad. sorry ifah. if i didnt join you people for movies today. well. people just make noise when i go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sorry to my other friends who ask me out but i never seem to appear. argh. i have plans for every single day, but i choose to stay home. today suppose to go out with fad/ifah to movies, or meet up at tm to just hang out. but i didnt. tomorrow there's netball carnival to watch the cedar team play. apparently i dont know whether i am going. and tomorrow afternoon there's also plan. argh. and here i am stuck at home. hoohaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"why you everyday go library? people holidays enjoy, you struggle with work"&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I NEVER COMPLAINED DID I?&lt;/B&gt; and i wanted to go out but mum say "where you going?" and she keeps asking me that again and again repetitively, so i just said &lt;B&gt;"YOU WANTED ME TO GO DOWN AND DO STUFF FOR YOU RIGHT? THAT'S WHY I AM GETTING READY."&lt;/B&gt; just what's with people. fucking broke right now. hana's gonna help me pay for the books first. gonna find way to get money soon. work? oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday i was sleeping, and eldest bro just switched on the light and started &lt;B&gt;naggin&lt;/B&gt; non stop. he found a geog answer script of which i scored 23/50. and he was like &lt;B&gt;how can you fail this&lt;/B&gt; yakyakyakyak. and the thing he commented &lt;B&gt;"YOUR HANDWRITING LEGIBILITY IS NOT EVEN UP TO STANDARD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant stand him complaning about how life is and such. i cant stand him talking back to mum. i cant stand him complaining when he does &lt;B&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;/B&gt;. i give mum money to pay bill, yet it is not paid yet. mum paid his first. &lt;B&gt;YOU'RE A DAMN ADULT LAHH FOR GOODNESS SAKE WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR BLOODY CONSCIENCE SCOLDING YOUR MOTHER FOR NOT PAYING YOUR BILL&lt;/B&gt;. mum asked why i never tell my eldest bro that because i complained to her about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;SOMEDAY I WILL&lt;/B&gt;. regardless you're the eldest or whatever bullshit. if you cant treat mum right, you should just shut the hell up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need my space to work and do my revision. &lt;B&gt;BUT PEOPLE DONT SEEM TO UNDERSTAND THAT. WHEN I GO OUT, IT MEANS IM WASTING TIME OUTSIDE AND MIXING WITH ALL THOSE BAD PEOPLE&lt;/B&gt;. rightttttttttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110085442714812637?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110085442714812637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110085442714812637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110085442714812637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110085442714812637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-sick-and-tired-of-looking-and.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110075766312338758</id><published>2004-11-18T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T14:01:03.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so i've been doing alot of self reflection. bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to compass with sis, hrm, 2 days ago. and well we talked about quite alot of things. life. mum. bros. surprisingly. i was telling myself not to lose patience with her. and so we talked. and well. i felt better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent thought much about family these days. im more concerned about myself now. -shudders. rushes of thoughts keep coming. but i need to start on my studies. real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright no mood. the heavy feeling. sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110075766312338758?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110075766312338758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110075766312338758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110075766312338758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110075766312338758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/11/and-so-ive-been-doing-alot-of-self.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110044943063524195</id><published>2004-11-15T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T00:23:50.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly i was not in the mood of raya. and now its raya. hah. it feels all cocky mann. i dont know, my mood was off. fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning? i dont know it was alright. then i ate. dont know what the hell i ate and my stomach feels awful. and children crying was of course no help at all. ARGH. and abang hitting his kidd on raya, and sis in law crying at the same time with a kidd screaming and 2nd bro booming the tv like nobody's business. and you as the neutral party, a 16 year old kidd, HOW THE HELL WOULD YOU FEEL? would things be like that if dad was here. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw the damn world alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the day went by. more had to piss me off. especially the stupid burger king fella. by the time i got home i was too pissed to eat. took and food and ate in the room. locked myself. seriously i was feeling fucked up. but yet its hari raya and i shouldnt be showing it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was out i saw families going out together. i saw people smiling and feeling happy. but me? i was feeling fucked up. the tears kept coming because i miss having that experience altogether. today i donated some money to a lady i saw. i no longer care about how much cash i have. i dont care. i dont care how much money i get during raya. i dont care about all the nice food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i failed to see and get today, was the happy ambience at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the happy occasion, there was bitterness angst sadness in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still have to smile and tell myself. at least i didnt lose anyone today. at least i have people at home. what about those who dont? im not spending my day in an orphanage so i should smile. im not spending my day without a limb or with an injury, so i should smile. i am not spending my day without food so i should smile. i am not spending my day without money so i should smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am not spending my day with a happy family. what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110044943063524195?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110044943063524195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110044943063524195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110044943063524195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110044943063524195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/11/firstly-i-was-not-in-mood-of-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110033907820943230</id><published>2004-11-13T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T17:47:14.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was so &lt;B&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; in the mood for raya. but when i woke up today and saw my brothers cleaning the house, i helped and i felt &lt;B&gt;great&lt;/b&gt;. i felt that the family was there again. despite the fights that we have among ourselves, raya will cool our hearts, i hope. i pray to God that he softens their hearts, and bring peace to my family. &lt;i&gt;Amin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;i made &lt;B&gt;many&lt;/b&gt; prayers today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I prayed&lt;/B&gt; that God let my &lt;br /&gt;dad's soul rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I prayed&lt;/B&gt; that God give me the strength &lt;br /&gt;to go through 2005 that will definitely be rocky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I prayed&lt;/B&gt; that my friends will find &lt;br /&gt;the peace within them, and not get all depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I prayed&lt;/B&gt; that certain people will see the light, like I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I prayed&lt;/B&gt; that God will help me open up &lt;br /&gt;my heart to lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I prayed&lt;/B&gt; that mum can enjoy &lt;br /&gt;her old age soon and have less problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I prayed&lt;/B&gt; that my brothers will not fight &lt;br /&gt;and there will be peace within. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I prayed&lt;/B&gt; that my sister will have a&lt;br /&gt; happier life, rather than being stuck with all &lt;br /&gt;those cocky men she's involved with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I prayed&lt;/B&gt; the best for Fad, Hana, Ifah, &lt;br /&gt;Mimi, Ash and Deena. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I prayed&lt;/B&gt; that God will help me with &lt;br /&gt;all my friendships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, i made the prayer. That God &lt;br /&gt;will help him with all his life, because it wasnt &lt;br /&gt;as beautiful as I thought, and that he's given &lt;br /&gt;the energy to last till his aim is achieved. &lt;br /&gt;He's my onlynbuddy(:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know something? I've never seeked forgiveness from my family members since all the raya-s that i celebrated. shocking huh? I will tomorrow. (: i'm at ease. -smiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110033907820943230?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110033907820943230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110033907820943230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110033907820943230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110033907820943230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-was-so-not-in-mood-for-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110019063661338933</id><published>2004-11-12T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T00:30:36.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know whats getting into me. i am trying so hard to motivate myself. i try to tell things will be fine and that all i have to do now is just study hard. actually that's our only duty right now. study hard and then, we'll have all the money we want in future if we get &lt;i&gt;there&lt;/i&gt;. true? at this age, or rather right now i dont want to burden myself with the commitment of relationships and stuff. and there's peer pressure to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i can do it if i want to. i have big dreams. i still do want to be a gynae or at least work in a hospital. what will become or me if i dont achieve that? a teacher, i dont mind that. i gotta change my attitude which is so hell sucky. at the same time many other things pull me down. i wish i had a nicer family, tho they are wonderful enough. i just miss daddy. thats all. and how i wish things wouldnt be so cocky; the shop and eldest bro and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try not to complain, really. i dont complain about not having enough money, not getting to buy things others get. perhaps i dont see it as a necessity. my basic necessities are met. sometimes i dont know what the hell am i doing, holding on to a camera phone when it definitely defeats my purpose of using a phone. that was why i switched to 8250 for a moment. i dont know why i was given that camera phone because that was not what i needed. i dont need that to motivate me. motivations come within myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to get closer to God. i really want to. i need that peace. have been going to the library to read up as much as i can, i really think time is running too fast. i need to mug. i need to study real hard. i cant afford to fail anymore. really i cant. the things that keep me going? plenty of stuffs. i realise. the passion for netball, the pasion for gpa, the passion for debate, wont mean as much as seeing my wonderful grades for Os. are those gonna help me for Os? NO. bro was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so much more things to life, why do people of my age often get into depression for really unnecessary things? bro often say he knows what teenagers are going for. i know what he was getting at. relationships? yes. eldest bro said that its a moment of pleasure. i do agree. distractions and all. i know its unnecessary but we teenagers seek it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kak arina has been together with hassa for qt some time. its amazing how she can share about her relationship with her family. i cant imagine if i had a relationship. i jolly well wanna share with my mum as well, but sighs- they detest relationships at this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;future holds many promises. i can see all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110019063661338933?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110019063661338933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110019063661338933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110019063661338933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110019063661338933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-dont-know-whats-getting-into-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110007483021417370</id><published>2004-11-10T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T16:20:30.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i seriously dunno what the hell was the commotion about. it was just about a damn brochure and yet? i almost went mad. send through ftp, den cannot receive. den send through email, suddenly 2nd bro say no need send. yadyadyayday. and babies crying and all that. GR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel so damn hell shitty right now. i dunno. rayer is right around the corner yet im like. -huh? rayer?- perhaps the fact that i am already 15. HARHAR. my juniors are still like super heboh about rayer. ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno lah. i feel down. sometimes i wish my family would be more peaceful. i know, what's life without problems. but havent my family had enough? why are people so egoistic that they cant compromise? now im narrowing it all down to my eldest bro. sometimes i feel as though i have no right to comment on him cus im merely 15 and he's someone much older. but then again, we all learn from ppl older than us. i look at him, why isit there's so much that i cant agree with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i hate it when ppl prioritise someone else over their mums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im thinking about dad. how different it will be with him around. i really miss it all. but does anyone even know that? no. yesterday when i was at kfc eating alone. i remembered how dad would pamper me, feed me and all. yah i know i was young at that time. sum it all, i miss being a kidd. i dunno. suddenly i realise i cant break away from that feeling. i dunno when will i ever be ready to face the real world out there. will i survive? with so much fakeness and commotion over the stupidest things. ack. okayy i have no right to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teenagers these days. shouldnt we be exposed to the real world? when abang said we are pampered. i think so too. no, not in terms of academic but really in terms of facing life. just how many teenagers are prepared? even tertiary education. im scared to face it. little things, and teenagers go complaining. when my friends cant get LV or Prada or Gucci, they whine. LIKE OH MY GOD YOU'RE JUS A 15 YEAR OLD KIDDO AND LV PRADA AND GUCCI DEFINITELY DONT SUIT THE PURPOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. fine i shant interfere in their damned life cus i have mine to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant eldest bro have a beautiful family.&lt;br /&gt;why cant mum lead a better life at that age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whywhywhy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave us challenges and problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why does it seem endless for my family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so feel like crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110007483021417370?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110007483021417370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110007483021417370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110007483021417370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110007483021417370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-seriously-dunno-what-hell-was.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110005610828830789</id><published>2004-11-10T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T11:08:28.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayy i've moved from geocities. cus many ppl still go there and i need my space. i know i will still have ppl finding their way to this blog, but hell. not as much as the number to geocities. yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. dunno why. ytd went to school. den i met fad. she treated to movies, princess diaries. not my type of movie larr. heh. then went to amk library. mum still not home so i went to eat at cp kfc. ack. i dunno why but these days i jus keep smsing bros of where i am. there's this feeling, which makes me feel good. hah. entah ah. -shudders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at kfc, i dunno. i was eating alone and thinking. -shruggs. i felt really lonely deep down. and there's jus this pang of melancholy. i felt down. real down. seeing families eating, breaking fast together. no, not that my family dun do such things. jus that i miss daddy. yeahh. real alot. i took bus home, and continued feeling sad. came home, read, and slept. din bother to dwell so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its amazing still, that great number of friends you have, you still feel lonely. i dun like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005610828830789?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110005610828830789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110005610828830789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005610828830789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005610828830789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/11/okayy-ive-moved-from-geocities.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110005543806296465</id><published>2004-11-10T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T16:06:15.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels so gila. i slept for so long!! &gt;.&lt; okay mama must have thought something was wrong. But I felt even more tired after I slept from 6am-6pm. Well. A long sleep dusen mean a good sleep? Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before was on the phone. hope mama doesn’t think that’s my boyfriend –shakes head- why do parents and brothers get all paranoid when girls talk to guys?  Especially my brothers. Wahh I still remember when I was in p6, I did badly for mid year exam and 3rd bro said ‘dah gatalkan, cakap ngan jantan kat telepon” LIKE WHAT THE HELL. I remember I was close to Joshua den, and we keep talking on the phone. OH WELLS. ASSUMPTIONS. And so now I’m a teenager, I suppose they are more paranoid then ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my family here’s the confession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVENT GONE OUT WITH ANY GUYS SINCE I ENTERED CEDAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose they are happy on that part-.- BUT NOT FOR ME. I only go out with guys, that’s when I meet my pri school mates lahh. To go out in group, no. -.- it has always been 24/7. I mean not  that I mind being with girls but hey, my social circle is limited and my phobia of guys is like. Not control-able. I especially hate it when I help mama sell kittens and it’s a male customer. I’d jus go –oh god save me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course fad is always my victim, helping me buy food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“eh it’s a guy selling lahh, tolong aku beli?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my flu haven’t go away. –sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so proud of myself! While everyone was asleep I did emath PRACTICE on my own(: den after that I cleaned the house. Washed the cabinets mop the floor did dishes. Wahh I really feel like a –home girl- now. [ TAK MALAS! ] hahahah. I remembered bro saying “kau tu dah 15, big ordi noe! Tink you small kidd ah” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, quite true. I do feel old and my limbs should get moving and do work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9am fad messaged me, asking me out. Ahhh. Contemplating cus mama might not be happy. But well. Dunno lah. Since she wanna treat me movies. Heh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005543806296465?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110005543806296465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110005543806296465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005543806296465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005543806296465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/11/it-feels-so-gila.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110005539112619807</id><published>2004-11-07T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T16:04:49.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was too tired after GPA taklimat, went to shaza's house after that, suppose to have the meeting with the sec twos. they had the meeting i fell asleep sampai kol 2, cus i promise mum i will leave by 2. shaza said i was snoring. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway slept till night. home is so hectic that i cant seem to start on my work. with adam and natasha on normal days, how to study? and my stationaries are empty. gotta fork out money to buy them later. argh. and do i have a reason to study outside? no. eldest bro say that me studying in groups didnt show any fruit thru my end year exam. true. i needa study alone, with one person to guide me. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at night, ate and went online. talked with latifah and onlynbuddy. shaza message me about the voluntary work on 21st nov. yes i am going, heh. for one day. other than that. will be all about catching up with my work and GPA for the sec2s and debate. thats alot of juggling. and if i cant handle it, i'll have to drop one activity? hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to wash car with eldest bro.530am -.- talked alot, told him how i find it scary that in less than one year i am sitting for Os and how my career seem so near. told him i am considering temasek or nanyang poly cus of the biomedical course. but he said why did i even consider cus i should be heading to jc. i would very much want to and not that i am not even working for it. even if i wanna go poly, i wanna go poly with good grades. hrm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked about peers and talked about influence and all the temporary things in life. told him about jie, how wonderful she has been to me, motivating me and all. harhar and he said i shd tie jie to me to make me teach me for Os next year. it was funny how i could talk to my eldest bro about my friendship with fad and the melayu girls. my friendship with the nigs aka chikka nanny and farah. how i felt about school. how i felt about my own future. how i think its so stressful thinking that my life is going to get tougher as the days go by. i dunno. i felt more relieved cus at least there was someone i could talk to. and not jus talk, but listen to me. you know, its hard getting your opinions voiced out. especially to brothers who are SO much older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been controlling my temper well. maybe before i was angsty perhaps cus i always wanted things my way. but well now i learnt. -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life will definitely be different if dad was here. i really miss him and i dunno why each time mama goes to the cemetery, those are the days im not free. but well, he's close to me, inside me. -thoughts of the past came back- oh wells. there's always a lil melancholy each time rayer is here. lain gitu.. it sure does feel incomplete..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talkin to eldest bro today kinda cooled me down.. i was angry at him for always making mum upset and stuff, for being hot headed, for being unreasonable. but times when he advice me and all that, soften me lahh. haha. he's still my abang afterall(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely. my family is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. abang hisham needa sleep. im being so selfish. heh. i should get off right now! lolS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005539112619807?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110005539112619807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110005539112619807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005539112619807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005539112619807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/11/was-too-tired-after-gpa-taklimat-went.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110005536659771954</id><published>2004-11-06T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T16:02:57.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GPA taklimat at NYJC, 10am&lt;br /&gt;Meeting at shaza's house after that till 2pm&lt;br /&gt;:) tiring, i havent sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know what made mama upset, perhaps what happened during break fast? shudders- dunno what was wrong with anyone, anyway. eldest bro had burger instead, and second brother chose not to eat. oh wells. told mum not to bother anyway. shudders- seriously, mum's old. why cant she jus enjoy life at this age. and while i know quite alot of mums are enjoying life, why is she somehow, well. burdened with all the financial shit and crap? oh wells. God, pls be merciful x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the challenges in life, especially that i know of this year, definitely made me grow outta my shell. perhaps i often question why things didnt go my way, but instead now i ask why God chose this way for me. dozens of mistakes done for the past year or so, im still on my way to find that path, i know im going at such a slow rate, and i know it worries my mum and my brothers. but i promise i will. bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sorry mama, you said i keep getting angry easily these few days. PMS! haha, tadaa, now i cant fast. hrm. the evolution of time scares me. retribution scares me. everything is scaring me. be it the present or the future. its scary how we havent face the future, yet we are already afraid of it. hahaha. weirdness of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i grew, i grew along with my company of friends. the presence of fad chikka nanny farah this year, well definitely changed it all. chikka with her relationship and family and the rest of us with our own problems. i still dont know what we girls seek in relationships be it bgr or ggr. i really dont. and when brother asked "what your friends think of ggr" one year ago or so, i tink i said "oh most are okayy with it" and well, i choose not to comment about it now. sensitive topic, private thought(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that i know, life's unpredictable and its very short. all i want, is to grow closer to my family. so much happen to us in jus one year, i dont know why it all affected so so much this year. perhaps they cant see it, but well. i was. fad would understand, days when i would go to school crying about it all because i hated coming from a so-called-screwed family. perhaps at that point i didnt know and didnt understand how im suppose to react. but right now, i jus wish i could be a less burden to mama. i havent been the most filial or nicest daughter, the most obedient sister, the nicest friend, or whatever. but i do hope as i grow, the change is seen(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how tough life is, i'll keep going.&lt;br /&gt;i wont ever think of stopping, like i did before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005536659771954?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110005536659771954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110005536659771954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005536659771954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005536659771954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/11/gpa-taklimat-at-nyjc-10am-meeting-at.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110005534313742355</id><published>2004-11-06T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T16:02:13.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>din update..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if only mama knew..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry mama&lt;br /&gt;but e eyeliner,&lt;br /&gt;i wore it wen i came home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wen i was at home tt is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if sis saw, she'd realise i din havit&lt;br /&gt;wen i got home frm sch&lt;br /&gt;cus my eyes looked terrible.&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt playin a fool outsyd.&lt;br /&gt;if ony mama wud bliv&lt;br /&gt;lyk bro owes said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"u cause ppl make to make assumptions" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try so hard not to lie animor&lt;br /&gt;but well, workin? i hope so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if i started on make ups&lt;br /&gt;n tt made u &lt;b&gt;unhappy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e fact tt girls do it to&lt;br /&gt;attract attention or wadever&lt;br /&gt;but mama im still a girl?&lt;br /&gt;somehow it adds to my confidence&lt;br /&gt;cus i like e way i look&lt;br /&gt;eee tt sounds bimbo,&lt;br /&gt;but all i wear is,&lt;br /&gt;powder eyeliner n lip colour&lt;br /&gt;i'l &lt;b&gt;stop&lt;/b&gt; if mama is rily unhappy x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama keeps reminding me&lt;br /&gt;not to get a boyfriend at this age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;_you've got loadsa bodyguards&lt;/b&gt; [my3bros. HA!]&lt;br /&gt;well, since den i got that phobia&lt;br /&gt;of the opposite sex [yikes!]&lt;br /&gt;but i got over that,&lt;br /&gt;shuders, i've started talking to them&lt;br /&gt;but no mama, i know my limits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i promise.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanny could share everything w her mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i wish i could.&lt;/b&gt; x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometyms i wish i cud lessen&lt;br /&gt;all e burden ur facin&lt;br /&gt;im sorry mama, tt i cant do much&lt;br /&gt;n im not doing u a favour either&lt;br /&gt;with those results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if oni you knew.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna buy more tudungs&lt;br /&gt;so i will stop spending unnecessarily&lt;br /&gt;i got bills to attend to, im still feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;tt i didnt pay e previous month&lt;br /&gt;but with so much to handle&lt;br /&gt;my bill my school stuff&lt;br /&gt;im gg broke x(&lt;br /&gt;$15 for DNA, some new books&lt;br /&gt;and well, i missed out on superteen camp&lt;br /&gt;$50, i couldnt afford. nyehhh&lt;br /&gt;but well, i did not grumble(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now w no sch, i haf no allowance&lt;br /&gt;unless i go to sch tt is,&lt;br /&gt;argh. wad happens to my bill den?&lt;br /&gt;-shudders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad else can i say?&lt;br /&gt;woke up late, 1027am&lt;br /&gt;meeting was to be at 1030am&lt;br /&gt;told shaza i'd be late&lt;br /&gt;felt terribly sick&lt;br /&gt;my head was throbbing&lt;br /&gt;argh. hazimah said i looked&lt;br /&gt;upset and sick&lt;br /&gt;no i was not upset. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was work&lt;br /&gt;GPA and debate,&lt;br /&gt;to think now we're seniors&lt;br /&gt;we plan what we wanna do&lt;br /&gt;its tough, whole loada work&lt;br /&gt;will i be able to balance it out next year?&lt;br /&gt;i hope i will, i've set my goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read the email 3rd bro sent me&lt;br /&gt;it was one year ago, how to set my goals&lt;br /&gt;i know of the 4 places where i wanna go&lt;br /&gt;i know of the things i wanna do&lt;br /&gt;i know of the things i wanna achieve&lt;br /&gt;and i'll make sure i work hard&lt;br /&gt;and achieve it all(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be tough&lt;br /&gt;i need to set priorities agn&lt;br /&gt;school and competitions&lt;br /&gt;i noe dey will not approve&lt;br /&gt;of my involvement in my CCA&lt;br /&gt;well i dropped netball,&lt;br /&gt;we gain some, we lose some&lt;br /&gt;my longtime passion&lt;br /&gt;and now its down to ml&lt;br /&gt;but if i do well next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONSISTENTLY,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spose its fine? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God pls help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005534313742355?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110005534313742355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110005534313742355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005534313742355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005534313742355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/11/din-update.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110005527972581649</id><published>2004-11-01T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:59:39.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SCREAMS.&lt;br /&gt;SIS COMING BACK TODAYYYY!!&lt;br /&gt;-jumps for joy(:&lt;/b&gt; -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;i miss her hell alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;happy bdae to malita&amp;jkok! (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i thank God, for evryting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;e ppl in my lyf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mama&amp;my siblings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho i feel so &lt;b&gt;pressured&lt;/b&gt; by em&lt;br /&gt;tho they often scold me &lt;b&gt;last tym&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho i always kena &lt;b&gt;bully&lt;/b&gt; =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho at times ey insult me &lt;b&gt;[ha]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still? ey r dere &lt;b&gt;thru&amp;thru&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weder im at my lowest or wad&lt;br /&gt;ey din leave me alone(:&lt;br /&gt;owes dere to pick me up&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w their experience.&lt;br /&gt;to my bros, i noe im deir &lt;b&gt;oni&lt;/b&gt; lil sis&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to mama, i noe im her last daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;at tyms mama treats me lyka &lt;b&gt;kidd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cus once she said i'l always b a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[but mama, i am growin up] -laughs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i owes rmb mama saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'ehh u so big ordi, i forget&lt;br /&gt;next yr u takin O's.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd mama said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'ehh, u sobig ordi! i hafta lk up&lt;br /&gt;wen i wanna tok to u now'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-laughs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n everyone's hopin on me&lt;br /&gt;n me? i dwanna disappoint em&lt;br /&gt;i love e tyms we often joke ard&lt;br /&gt;n hav laughs tgd(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;my friends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fad&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;-oftenquarrelyettgd&lt;/i&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;3years went by lyk tt&lt;br /&gt;we gona mug for wad we wan&lt;br /&gt;next year! (: ironically&lt;br /&gt;we hate each other &lt;b&gt;so much&lt;/b&gt; at times&lt;br /&gt;dat i tink we wanna &lt;b&gt;slap kick punch&lt;/b&gt; each other&lt;br /&gt;alot of times we drifted and talk about each other&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, we still make it up. (:&lt;br /&gt;lovies-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jie&amp;mei&lt;/b&gt; -so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;superrr understanding&lt;br /&gt;dere wen i needa ramble or cry (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plenty other ppl. whoever's seen&lt;br /&gt;me cry, &lt;b&gt;i thank u loadies&lt;/b&gt;. for&lt;br /&gt;being dere at my lowest. &lt;b&gt;-smiles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;e hardships tt I faced&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;families, friendships, studies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many at tyms i wana n attempted&lt;br /&gt;to giv up wen i cuden take it&lt;br /&gt;but i choseta hold on, n i madit thru(:&lt;br /&gt;n e result? &lt;b&gt;look at nsq now.&lt;/b&gt; -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the blessings that I had&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n now, i hav &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; reason&lt;br /&gt;to hav regrets&lt;b&gt;(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i studied&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: i &lt;b&gt;TRIED&lt;/b&gt; studyin malay oryt?&lt;br /&gt;heh, yupp did a lil of bio. wooooots.&lt;br /&gt;but quite slacky ler, hais. helped bro&lt;br /&gt;wahhhh, e other day e contractors&lt;br /&gt;took out e grill to fix e windows&lt;br /&gt;hello its wrought iron n bro asked me&lt;br /&gt;to help him fix it. DAMN HEAVY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"2years take d&amp;t wad u learn?? u cant&lt;br /&gt;even screw the grill!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i merely couldnt &lt;b&gt;hitch&lt;/b&gt; e&lt;br /&gt;screwdriver to e groove&lt;b&gt;=x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i talked alot!(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: talk to jie on e fone&lt;br /&gt;wahh laff so much sia! &lt;b&gt;she damn funi!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long talk abt some ppl&lt;br /&gt;heh, interesting sia(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den at nyt anoder phonecall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-heyyy. takkaire aights? -huggs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry ler my fone spoil&lt;br /&gt;den mama angry i tok so much ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2am&lt;/b&gt; someone ask me go online-.-&lt;br /&gt;but fell aslp ordi, den &lt;b&gt;3am&lt;/b&gt; got call.&lt;br /&gt;wahh. madd. anyhows i wrote another&lt;br /&gt;set of reflections today! this morn i mean.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna mug. mug. u noe.&lt;br /&gt;e fact tt i din get scolding,&lt;br /&gt;for my results &lt;b&gt;[tho i noe ey were upset]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel more guilty&lt;br /&gt;but den agn, im responsible for e results&lt;br /&gt;dammit, 05 will be a busy year&lt;br /&gt;-smiles, &lt;b&gt;I M GONNA BUCK UP.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005527972581649?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110005527972581649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110005527972581649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005527972581649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005527972581649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/11/screams.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110005524536512013</id><published>2004-10-29T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:56:47.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;im sittin here alone up in my rm&lt;br /&gt;n tinking abt e tyms tt we'v been thru&lt;br /&gt;im lkin at a picture in my hand&lt;br /&gt;tryin my best to understand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nurulnadz WAS sad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: it was the last day of sch ytd&lt;br /&gt;did e auditions for e sec2s&lt;br /&gt;went oryt, lotsa potential&lt;br /&gt;was hyper e whole morn&lt;br /&gt;till e enda sch,&lt;br /&gt;i duno, i felt sad, down.&lt;br /&gt;its lyk, i duno wad i did&lt;br /&gt;m i spose to figure it out myself?&lt;br /&gt;jus lyk wad everyone owes ask me to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;y cant ey jus drop their ego&lt;br /&gt;n stop bein overly sensitive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gedin my report bk&lt;br /&gt;suddenly made me miserable&lt;br /&gt;went to see ms leong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i dun give a damn anymor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed in class n cried&lt;br /&gt;i duno i jus broke down&lt;br /&gt;mum called, wanna pick me up&lt;br /&gt;but i dwana see her yet&lt;br /&gt;w dose &lt;b&gt;damn fucked up&lt;/b&gt; results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;so wad if other ppl did worst&lt;br /&gt;dusen mean i cant get upset over my own&lt;br /&gt;hello, we all haf different expectations&lt;br /&gt;i cant meet mine, im upset&lt;br /&gt;so wads ur damn prob?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed in cls till ard 3+&lt;br /&gt;wenta canteen n talked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hey thanks for listenin to me&lt;br /&gt;n jus listen to me ramble on&lt;br /&gt;cus it was jus too much or stg.&lt;br /&gt;but backta smiling now agn(:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home. slept. til break fast.&lt;br /&gt;den i slept agn til tis morn.&lt;br /&gt;terrible migraine frm cryin&lt;br /&gt;n i din wanna hear antg&lt;br /&gt;from em aft seein my grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shudders- tired of it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still feel &lt;b&gt;quite&lt;/b&gt; messed tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nurulnadz wana chge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: i promised myself&lt;br /&gt;it'l be different nx yr&lt;br /&gt;viv said i was totally diff&lt;br /&gt;e only way i can say of myself&lt;br /&gt;for this whole year, &lt;b&gt;shagged&amp;worn out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wun for nxyr, &lt;b&gt;i hope(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nurulnadz is sick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno why larr. hrmm.&lt;br /&gt;coming down w cough or stg&lt;br /&gt;n havent been eating tt well&lt;br /&gt;nyahhh. i still hafta mugg soon=x&lt;br /&gt;for monday i mean, nyahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;havent&lt;/b&gt; start ler=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nurulnadz is wondering&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;how cld it e a lie?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stil dun gedit, hrm.&lt;br /&gt;disappointment, n i duno.&lt;br /&gt;its jus lyk, whoosh its a lie.&lt;br /&gt;argh. &lt;b&gt;wads w ppl dese days?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n totaly cant get wad some ppl&lt;br /&gt;r trying to do w wad they hav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nurulnadz smiles! (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha, &lt;b&gt;ber&lt;/b&gt;, its contagious!&lt;br /&gt;lols, u smile until to &lt;b&gt;wideeee-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha. wads tt piak for? =p&lt;br /&gt;wun see u til nxyr i spose, heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i stil wana come for trg!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck yeo lerr, i dun care(:&lt;br /&gt;thanks ar, shoutin my name&lt;br /&gt;e other day, miss me too much ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hahahah =p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nurulnadz has sorethroat!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i cant sing properly!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dere's stg wrong with my throat&lt;br /&gt;i cant take low notes nemore&lt;br /&gt;its lyk high now, n its awful!! =x&lt;br /&gt;hrmm. saddening, but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;hope it gets better(: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aights. im keeping my hair!&lt;br /&gt;heh, suddenly i dun myn e curls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-smiles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005524536512013?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110005524536512013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110005524536512013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005524536512013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005524536512013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-sittin-here-alone-up-in-my-rm-n.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110005521256067582</id><published>2004-10-29T05:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:53:59.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ytd i smiled alot! (: (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: heh went to sch late&lt;br /&gt;me elvis fad came at same tym&lt;br /&gt;n we &lt;b&gt;din&lt;/b&gt; take late slip&lt;br /&gt;fad tot tt i sounded &lt;b&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt; over my sms-es&lt;br /&gt;chikka tot i was &lt;b&gt;freaky&lt;/b&gt; cus i keep (:-ling&lt;br /&gt;farah said i was &lt;b&gt;high&lt;/b&gt; cus i keep (:-ling&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, it jus feels &lt;b&gt;real gd&lt;/b&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;wen i went home, stg made me (: &lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i  opened my mail box [&lt;b&gt;my letter box&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;n i found &lt;a href="a.html" target="blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, a letter for me.&lt;br /&gt;i opened it n saw &lt;a href="b.html" target="blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i melted, n felt so happy, wanteda cry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cus i treat her &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt; bad&lt;br /&gt;dose who noe me, u shd understd(:&lt;br /&gt;den saw &lt;a href="c.html" target="blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;stg simple n sweet&lt;br /&gt;yet meaningful&lt;/b&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd went for ml(:!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: well. audition sec1s for &lt;b&gt;drama n singing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was oryt(: &lt;b&gt;cant wait&lt;/b&gt; for comps &lt;b&gt;-smiles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho i was taken outa netball, im living w ml(:&lt;br /&gt;not tt netball dun matter to me,&lt;br /&gt;i'll stil go down &amp; train w non schteam nxyr tho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i dun care abt mrs yeo dammit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-smiles&lt;/b&gt;. debate nx yr. so cant wait(:&lt;br /&gt;sang for sharifah n made her sing tis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;purnama mengambang cuma berteman&lt;br /&gt;bintang berkelipan dan juga awan&lt;br /&gt;siapa tahu rindu yang mencengkam&lt;br /&gt;di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;aku meminta pada yang ada&lt;br /&gt;aku merindu pada yang kasih&lt;br /&gt;aku merayu padamu yang sudi&lt;br /&gt;merinduku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;loveyyy, yet nice(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, they can b groomed(:&lt;br /&gt;so brave to sing infronta e members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-pats on ur shoulders. *heh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i saw stg wrong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: &lt;b&gt;LOLS&lt;/b&gt;. it was my toilet mann&lt;br /&gt;i went in, n it was ALL &lt;b&gt;yellow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tot it was just me but no&lt;br /&gt;my bro placed yellow cellophane&lt;br /&gt;on e cover to make yellow light&lt;b&gt;-.-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tot he wud cook stg nice&lt;br /&gt;but his final product was &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; a success=p&lt;br /&gt;wellwell, &lt;b&gt;try agn harder&lt;/b&gt;. nyahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd nan said my cheek's chubby!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: i screamed. &lt;b&gt;omgomgomg.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOLS&lt;/b&gt;. no. heck care ler! i got 4morekg.&lt;br /&gt;den after tt i will go and runrunrunrun&lt;br /&gt;lose all the fats! &lt;b&gt;yeahhhh(&lt;/b&gt;: -smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i told bro i was sad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duno, wen nan&amp;chik told me&lt;br /&gt;i felt &lt;b&gt;blank&lt;/b&gt;, its jus weird&lt;br /&gt;it'll b incomplete, different lahh.&lt;br /&gt;no more extra laughter n crazyness x(&lt;br /&gt;told bro and he said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"why you care so much?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha, idiotic lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i feel hapy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: smiles. -heh ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;last day as a sec3, den its over!&lt;br /&gt;finally. amath diagnostic test, cant wait&lt;br /&gt;nyahaha. &lt;b&gt;i shall mug for tt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n shall soon start on hol hwk&lt;br /&gt;i surprise myself at the enda sec3&lt;br /&gt;tt i was not like before, &lt;b&gt;woots(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e outcome is different, n agn&lt;br /&gt;e story of 2005 wil b different.&lt;br /&gt;my girls know tt &lt;b&gt;-smiles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;as much as fad loves this nurul,&lt;br /&gt;i love nurulnadz as much! (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. u noe, it feels gd&lt;br /&gt;seeing ur friends (: n feel hapy&lt;br /&gt;spread e joy ard(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-smiles&lt;p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005521256067582?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110005521256067582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110005521256067582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005521256067582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005521256067582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/10/ytd-i-smiled-alot-edit-heh-went-to-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110005517121707910</id><published>2004-10-27T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:26:59.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ytd i pon school!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: does tt spell &lt;b&gt;trouble&lt;/b&gt;? heh&lt;br /&gt;cus mrs ng called n i &lt;b&gt;snored&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was chattin till ard 5, den i slept&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, heck ler. heh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i slept alot!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: tok abt slpin man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6am-11am&lt;br /&gt;12pm-6.30pm&lt;br /&gt;9pm-12.30am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaa, den i went online&lt;br /&gt;n chat til now, ohwells&lt;br /&gt;but yet i stil feel tired -yawns&lt;br /&gt;ahaaa. n im hungryy! &lt;b&gt;-pouts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i checked my weight!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: ahaa, &lt;b&gt;drumroll*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to lose &lt;b&gt;4kg&lt;/b&gt; mor to reach 45!&lt;br /&gt;but wells, i prefer being lyk b4&lt;br /&gt;less tired, less sickly, hrmmm.&lt;br /&gt;wellwell. heh, nvm. wana train up&lt;br /&gt;flat tummy! &lt;b&gt;-smiles&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i smiled alot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: e tags, e msgs, e sms-es&lt;br /&gt;thanks ppl(: heh.&lt;br /&gt;yupyup, &lt;b&gt;nurul feels happy(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"u noe how's nurul lyk?"&lt;br /&gt;"a star"&lt;br /&gt;"den sq?"&lt;br /&gt;"a dejavu star"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. nurul. ahh. &lt;b&gt;i like.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i feel at ease&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: i read some religious bks&lt;br /&gt;heh, feel better tho, aft long &lt;b&gt;-smiles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i was readin all my testimonials&lt;br /&gt;ahaa, ended up laffing. n also&lt;br /&gt;all e msn conversations, -heh.&lt;br /&gt;u noe, i so wanna thank somebody&lt;br /&gt;but apparently i duno how to&lt;br /&gt;partly cus of her words, tt i changed.&lt;br /&gt;but well, someday, i hope i will.&lt;br /&gt;im thankful. it din go out frm e other ear&lt;br /&gt;i know tt, God knows that, i hope u do.&lt;br /&gt;-sighs.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyf's less complicated now,&lt;br /&gt;but still, i dwanna face&lt;br /&gt;e real world out there&lt;br /&gt;no, not this world,&lt;br /&gt;THAT world. tt adult world&lt;br /&gt;its so scary, im scared. &lt;b&gt;hrm.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005517121707910?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110005517121707910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110005517121707910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005517121707910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005517121707910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/10/ytd-i-pon-school-edit-does-tt-spell.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110005513724148298</id><published>2004-10-26T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:50:47.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ytd was fun!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: i went townin w e girls&lt;br /&gt;we wenta break fast at ps pizza hut&lt;br /&gt;den walked all e way to orchard mrt&lt;br /&gt;it felt &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; gd, i miss em aledi&lt;br /&gt;funny how e connection's workin out&lt;br /&gt;we kip driftin but we get tgd agn&lt;br /&gt;i can b myself wen im w em&lt;br /&gt;{incl e nigs}&lt;br /&gt;u noe how it feels?&lt;br /&gt;wen u &lt;b&gt;dun&lt;/b&gt; hav to pretend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-smiles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"i tink im a bitch"&lt;br /&gt;"u r wad"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i was qt sad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toked w fad while gg home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hey girl, i dino wad made me&lt;br /&gt;send tt msg b4 meetin u&lt;br /&gt;jus tot u wud (:, heh.&lt;br /&gt;n its been long, real long&lt;br /&gt;since we went out&lt;br /&gt;n today definitely felt gd&lt;br /&gt;n thanks for listening to&lt;br /&gt;tis nsq &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; remain,&lt;br /&gt;n i hope tis tym roun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it'll stay(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i am smiling(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, i started &lt;b&gt;(:ling&lt;/b&gt; agn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-laughs&lt;/b&gt; all e photos we took&lt;br /&gt;n all e rubbish im toking on msn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cracks me up, lightens my day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i tot about 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days, im &lt;b&gt;done&lt;/b&gt; w sec3&lt;br /&gt;tym to move to 2005&lt;br /&gt;yes i am &lt;b&gt;afraid&lt;/b&gt; of chges&lt;br /&gt;all e workload n stuff&lt;br /&gt;all e stress tt i wil face&lt;br /&gt;i noe i'l brk down somewhere&lt;br /&gt;lyk i did for this yr&lt;br /&gt;jus hope i'l pick myself up(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-smiles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i realised how much i chged&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. &lt;b&gt;02'&lt;/b&gt; began w nerdy nurul&lt;br /&gt;tt girl whom everyone &lt;b&gt;hated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whom ppl tot was dao&lt;br /&gt;den i started tokin n made frds&lt;br /&gt;e yr went well&lt;br /&gt;my studies; just &lt;b&gt;fine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i trained hard for &lt;b&gt;netball&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tears fell durin fastin mth&lt;br /&gt;but thru it all, nobody wud understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tt sense of accomplishment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;03'&lt;/b&gt; e stress began wen i tried hard&lt;br /&gt;to cope w schwork d all e emotions&lt;br /&gt;streamin was all on my mind&lt;br /&gt;n &lt;b&gt;numerous&lt;/b&gt; tyms i broke down&lt;br /&gt;tinking tt it wud not be poss&lt;br /&gt;i tried to juggle everything but i failed&lt;br /&gt;n i tot my future was &lt;b&gt;messed up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i rlise i gotta make use of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;disappointment&lt;/b&gt; came along&lt;br /&gt;netball, friendships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;04'&lt;/b&gt; school was hectic timetable was messed&lt;br /&gt;jugglin &lt;b&gt;so many tings&lt;/b&gt;, agn i failed&lt;br /&gt;emotions caught me, depression sank&lt;br /&gt;friendships form, i found new souls&lt;br /&gt;who constantly pick me up&lt;br /&gt;but i was sucha &lt;b&gt;rascal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skip sch, dun do hwk&lt;br /&gt;friendships broke, ppl drift&lt;br /&gt;family? strained..&lt;br /&gt;i felt alone, lonely, down&lt;br /&gt;shagged from all e tinking&lt;br /&gt;but soon, i learnt to pick myself up&lt;br /&gt;cus nobody would do it except me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nsq started with that &lt;b&gt;pink&lt;/b&gt; blog&lt;br /&gt;i went to school with &lt;b&gt;pink&lt;/b&gt; bag&lt;br /&gt;and now &lt;b&gt;orange&lt;/b&gt; bag. despite all tt&lt;br /&gt;i wud notice e emotional chges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not about quarreling over someone&lt;br /&gt;its not about getting the best results&lt;br /&gt;its not about friendship probs&lt;br /&gt;its not about the latest fashion&lt;br /&gt;its not about how much money you've got&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not JUST about all of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and i know that. -smiles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe, i rily miss &lt;b&gt;being&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n &lt;b&gt;being called&lt;/b&gt; nurul(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005513724148298?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110005513724148298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110005513724148298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005513724148298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005513724148298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/10/ytd-was-fun-edit-i-went-townin-w-e.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110005508939189456</id><published>2004-10-25T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:47:50.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;mum, im sory i lied x(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd was hectic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: i din slp on sat nyt&lt;br /&gt;ended up slpin at 2pm&lt;br /&gt;on sunday aftnn&lt;br /&gt;but i woke up at 4pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toking abt slp&lt;br /&gt;actually it &lt;b&gt;dusen&lt;/b&gt; matter&lt;br /&gt;how many hrs u slp.&lt;br /&gt;if u slp for long hrs&lt;br /&gt;but ur mind aint at ease&lt;br /&gt;u'l wake up tired&lt;br /&gt;cus u &lt;b&gt;werent&lt;/b&gt; in a deep slp&lt;br /&gt;so it means?&lt;br /&gt;dusen mean e longer u slp&lt;br /&gt;e less tired u'l be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;slp w an easy mind(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. proven. (: {&lt;b&gt;scientifically!&lt;/b&gt;=p}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out feeling tired&lt;br /&gt;i walked til my legs cuden take it&lt;br /&gt;i walked til i was all tired&lt;br /&gt;i walked til my knees were hurtin&lt;br /&gt;den i came home&lt;br /&gt;n slept w/o a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i was rily tired.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;mum, im sorry i lied.&lt;br /&gt;i din go out w my frds lyk i said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out cus i nida b alone&lt;br /&gt;n tink of myself, n lyf&lt;br /&gt;watever tt has been gg on&lt;br /&gt;cus i was feelin down ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duno wad triggered e mood&lt;br /&gt;i tot of different purposes&lt;br /&gt;tt life promise &lt;b&gt;each&lt;/b&gt; of us&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. its a &lt;b&gt;long&lt;/b&gt; journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i tot of beautiful memories&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: as usual, i tot of memories&lt;br /&gt;to comfort myself, &gt;&lt;br /&gt;n make myself &lt;b&gt;(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i miss e tyms at pp mac&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e craziness, e noise&lt;br /&gt;wen happykidds wud make me &lt;b&gt;(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with e lil hearts dey make&lt;br /&gt;with e rubbish ey say&lt;br /&gt;n the tyms we talked&lt;br /&gt;[me chikka nan]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss bein a sec1&lt;br /&gt;evryday go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;studystudy&lt;/b&gt; n ntg else&lt;br /&gt;sumtyms i wish&lt;br /&gt;i duno wad &lt;b&gt;"enjoy"&lt;/b&gt; means&lt;br /&gt;so tt i wil jus study&lt;br /&gt;get gd grades&lt;br /&gt;n everyone at home wil b &lt;b&gt;hapy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i feel lonely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duno, havin my social circle&lt;br /&gt;restricted to an extent&lt;br /&gt;i rlised how i lost touch&lt;br /&gt;communicatin seems &lt;b&gt;difficult&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prolly cus mum nv wanted me&lt;br /&gt;to get into relationships&lt;br /&gt;i grew an &lt;b&gt;extreme&lt;/b&gt; phobia of guys&lt;br /&gt;i cdnt even haf a guy called &lt;b&gt;friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for fear, tt mum wud assume tings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;does anyone noe how it feels?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanny has a mum hu's different&lt;br /&gt;she cud tok to her mum abt &lt;b&gt;antg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished tt i cud too&lt;br /&gt;even to e extent, im afraid&lt;br /&gt;mum&amp;bro wud tink of stg else&lt;br /&gt;if she hears abt my onlynbuddy.&lt;br /&gt;well. ey lyk makin assumptions&lt;br /&gt;maybe cus i broke their trust once&lt;br /&gt;or twice. or thrice. but i nid it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i feel trapped w/o it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as much as we dun lyk&lt;br /&gt;to b compared to &lt;b&gt;other&lt;/b&gt; children&lt;br /&gt;im sure mum&amp;bro wuden wan me&lt;br /&gt;to compare their way of bringin me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;everyone's diffferent -smiles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n agn, today i tot of&lt;br /&gt;how much ppl mattered to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my family, nigs, jie&amp;mei&lt;br /&gt;n all those ard me(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-smiles (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005508939189456?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110005508939189456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110005508939189456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005508939189456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005508939189456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/10/mum-im-sory-i-lied-x-ytd-was-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110005505079646152</id><published>2004-10-25T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:44:44.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt was to my dear &lt;b&gt;jie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: i love u loadies!&lt;br /&gt;u'v been so gr8, so understanding(:&lt;br /&gt;sory i havn been ard&lt;br /&gt;wen u nida tok dese days&lt;br /&gt;study hard for O's&lt;br /&gt;jiayou &lt;b&gt;-huggs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd was unproductive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: i bummed ard, not doin antg&lt;br /&gt;in e end, i slept in the aftnn&lt;br /&gt;till it was tym to break fast&lt;br /&gt;den i was on e comp&lt;br /&gt;left w ntg to do -ergh&lt;br /&gt;i wrote reflections&lt;br /&gt;on how &lt;b&gt;2004&lt;/b&gt; went by&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, 2005 wud b beta(:&lt;br /&gt;-smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i chatted w onlynbuddy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: crazy fella, as usual&lt;br /&gt;ohwells, chatted e whole nyt&lt;br /&gt;till ard 5am, he went off&lt;br /&gt;n i went off. ate some buns&lt;br /&gt;den i watched whitechicks&lt;br /&gt;for e 2nd tym, boredom! =l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt; movies to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i wana slack!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: heh i havn slp since ytd&lt;br /&gt;so i'll slp soon&lt;br /&gt;spend sumtym on tis blog&lt;br /&gt;kinda tiring, killing tym&lt;br /&gt;i'll read some malay books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i dowan to screw my malay Os!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh &lt;b&gt;-screams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i missed certain ppl &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: &lt;b&gt;i miss e nigs!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how worried we were gedin our results&lt;br /&gt;tinking abt how to break e news&lt;br /&gt;to e ppl at home, scared kena nag&lt;br /&gt;how we tot of runnin away even &lt;b&gt;0.o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cus we felt too tired w all those shit&lt;br /&gt;but we made it thru, n &lt;b&gt;im proud(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i miss fishmonger!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fishmonger i miss u!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. all e tyms she listened to me&lt;br /&gt;wen i was all down frm e stress&lt;br /&gt;wen lyf didnt go my way&lt;br /&gt;wen i refuse to do stg abt it&lt;br /&gt;but i finally did &lt;b&gt;(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i miss my sis!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. waitin for her to come bk&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, wen i was younger&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;b&gt;din&lt;/b&gt; matter weder she's here or not&lt;br /&gt;but now, i feel sad each tym she&lt;br /&gt;cancels her flight.. &lt;b&gt;-shudders&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping for her arrival soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i miss e four-some!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duno. i tot of my sec1 n sec2 days&lt;br /&gt;wen e 4 of us wud do &lt;b&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt; tings&lt;br /&gt;wen e four of us wud quarrel over&lt;br /&gt;silly stuffs n e smallest tings(:&lt;br /&gt;wen we wud go to town&lt;br /&gt;n &lt;b&gt;pray at al-falah mosque&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did it once, wen agn? &lt;b&gt;(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e crazy days at neoprint booth&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i miss daddy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years went by jus lyk tt&lt;br /&gt;i lived 5 years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;full of ups n downs&lt;br /&gt;unpredictable turns everywhere&lt;br /&gt;overwhelming chges all e tym&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still i survived&lt;br /&gt;n he's not forgotten&lt;br /&gt;i wish i cud hav a moment&lt;br /&gt;tt i cud hug him tight&lt;br /&gt;n tell him i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;_sighs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but stil, lyf's stg i look forward to&lt;br /&gt;every single day, every single minute(:&lt;br /&gt;n like jie said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"u dun nid ONE person's love&lt;br&gt;y brood over ONE person&lt;br /&gt;wen dere r MANY hu wul love u&lt;br /&gt;wad makes their love smaller den tt ONE person?&lt;br /&gt;its jus u hu decides."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my &lt;b&gt;brothers&lt;/b&gt;, i nv said it&lt;br /&gt;mayb cus we're toking lyk buddies&lt;br /&gt;but w tt level of respect&lt;br /&gt;mayb i never appreciated wad ey'v done&lt;br /&gt;mayb i was rebellious b4&lt;br /&gt;but w/o em, it feels empty.&lt;br /&gt;so much for bein&lt;b&gt; "independent"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wat to do w/o them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i thank God for their presence(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i know how to turn to Him&lt;br /&gt;i can c e change in lyf&lt;br /&gt;i see no reason y i shud stop&lt;br /&gt;n brood over lil tings&lt;br /&gt;why brood over &lt;b&gt;tmr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u hav &lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt; to settle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. takkaire. muacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005505079646152?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110005505079646152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110005505079646152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005505079646152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005505079646152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-birthday-to-youuuuuu.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110005501812822149</id><published>2004-10-23T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:41:30.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ytd i was tinking alot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: well. i was having e DNA course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[i love it btw -smiles. &lt;br /&gt;n yes, i still wana take biotech in poly&lt;br /&gt;tho i wana b in jc -heh]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd bro called, [&lt;i&gt;i picked it up&lt;/i&gt; -.-"]&lt;br /&gt;asked me abt my results&lt;br /&gt;i told him anyhows, heh&lt;br /&gt;n i went jb agn&lt;br /&gt;with mum, eldest&amp;2nd brother&lt;br /&gt;we were tokin abt my results&lt;br /&gt;n mum asked weder im depressed&lt;br /&gt;over my pathetic results&lt;br /&gt;i said no, n i said i wont&lt;br /&gt;she said im not tis tym round,&lt;br /&gt;i din get any scoldin frm 2nd bro&lt;br /&gt;n 2nd bro said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"so big aledi wana scold wad&lt;br /&gt;ryt frm e start i asked u&lt;br /&gt;to b in a physics cls&lt;br /&gt;but u chose ur destiny to b tis&lt;br /&gt;now u ended up w tis rslts&lt;br /&gt;did i ask u to choose tis?&lt;br /&gt;no ryt? it was ur choice.&lt;br /&gt;n u had e choice to go w the flow&lt;br /&gt;or study hard, even tho ur in fnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u fail, u fail. im not gonna say much"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. for once it seemed bad&lt;br /&gt;cus he dusen seem to care as much&lt;br /&gt;it seemed like im on my own&lt;br /&gt;choosing my own path&lt;br /&gt;i've been tinking abt my future&lt;br /&gt;for e past few days.&lt;br /&gt;wad i wanna do, where i wanna go&lt;br /&gt;-sighs. lyf seems tough&lt;br /&gt;n im scared, ack-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i was stuffed with food agn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: 2 days ago&lt;br /&gt;i was stuffed with &lt;b&gt;spaghetti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yong tau foo, char kway teow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dunno wad else lahh&lt;br /&gt;ytd ate &lt;b&gt;hotplate noodle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den came 2 &lt;b&gt;large&lt;/b&gt; pizzas. omg-&lt;br /&gt;i swear my stomach cud burst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i fell asleep on jie agn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: i feel so badd!!&lt;br /&gt;she's been askin me to call her&lt;br /&gt;for like 4 days aledi&lt;br /&gt;n each tym i say i will call&lt;br /&gt;at a certain time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'll end up sleeping&lt;/b&gt; -ack =x&lt;br /&gt;nyahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i tot there was school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: seriously i woke up wanting to go sch!&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, cant belive oni a few more days&lt;br /&gt;anw i set my aim for 05 &lt;b&gt;-smiles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i noe wad i wana achieve. woots!&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;b&gt;we&lt;/b&gt; all survived 04; (:&lt;br /&gt;it has been a crazy year. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from kak shik's journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first lap was the hardest coz you havent found your pace, you were merely following the speed of all the other runners. You feel lost, confused and everything is changing too fast for you to absorb. You encounter difficulty catching up with the rest but slowly, later in the lap, you gradually find the pace that you're content with :) Just like when we were Sec 1 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second lap and you pick up pace.. You try to catch up with the rest. Try to fit in with the other runners, following their pace coz you have no reason to speed up or to slow down.. You're used to the rythm and you keep working at it. Just like we were in Sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third lap is difficult. You're tired from the 1st two laps but you cant give up coz you're half way through already.. You're so close to giving up coz you cant take it. The pain is killing you but you see others encouraging you, the cheers and the person in you screaming at you to keep going coz you just need to finish this. You barely have time to enjoy the run.. It's just boom boom boom all the way. Doesnt that remind you of Sec 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth lap and you're so happy that the end is nearing. It's just another 400m and it's over.. The pain will go away and you'll get to rest with that Iced milo in your hands :) But you move too fast.. you're anxiety to end just distracts you from feeling the groove and the power of the run.. You only realise it at the end, when you're reaching the end that heyy, it's over! Just like Sec 4."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true &lt;b&gt;-smiles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;b&gt;cant&lt;/b&gt; wait for sec4&lt;br /&gt;but its all too fast -sighs&lt;br /&gt;n no, i reached the last lap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;no way&lt;/b&gt; am i stopping &lt;b&gt;-smiles&lt;/b&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i tot of my own lyf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at where i wana be&lt;br /&gt;in 10yrs time&lt;br /&gt;i realise&lt;br /&gt;dere's &lt;b&gt;so much&lt;/b&gt; to do&lt;br /&gt;in my 20s, but lack of tym&lt;br /&gt;so much to achieve&lt;br /&gt;but well, get over O's first&lt;br /&gt;i dun care if im gonna mug lyk hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;but i will, i must&lt;/b&gt; -heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nanny&amp;fishmonger&lt;/i&gt; shall b my motivator&lt;br /&gt;n i noe jie will owes b dere&lt;br /&gt;seeing how shagged she was&lt;br /&gt;wen i hugged her b4 phy/chem prac&lt;br /&gt;felt sad, its been &lt;b&gt;long&lt;/b&gt; since she smiled&lt;br /&gt;hais, &lt;i&gt;the damage of exams on students&lt;/i&gt; -&lt;b&gt;lol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005501812822149?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110005501812822149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110005501812822149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005501812822149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005501812822149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/10/ytd-i-was-tinking-alot-edit-well.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110005498103841746</id><published>2004-10-22T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:38:48.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;today i started fasting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: okayy finaly i cud fast(:&lt;br /&gt;-smiles. ytd din slp&lt;br /&gt;chatted w onlynbuddy [aka cyberboy]&lt;br /&gt;haa! =p 7hrs of chat&lt;br /&gt;n i left at 5am to eat&lt;br /&gt;wanted to get ready for sch&lt;br /&gt;but din feel well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1pm went jb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shopped&amp;shopped&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i swear bros&amp;mum&lt;br /&gt;wanted to explode&lt;br /&gt;my small tummy w loadsa food&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk=p but well&lt;br /&gt;e ambience was nice &lt;b&gt;-smiles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i told bro my results&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: well i was in e car&lt;br /&gt;stoning aft breakin fast&lt;br /&gt;den he was tokin n sddnly i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"dere's oni 1mor wk of sec3 lyf"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n he asked me in a shocked voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"u pass or fail?!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i failed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"huh?not promoted!?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mad lah. i am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he tot i failed overall.&lt;br /&gt;den i told him my results&lt;br /&gt;cud sense the disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"nobody asked u to play ard so much"&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. i noe wad i gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;wun brood &lt;b&gt;-smiles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i feel happy(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: lyf's gedin back ta norm&lt;br /&gt;msg chikka in e morn&lt;br /&gt;n she was hapy, so m i &lt;b&gt;(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyf finaly gg back to pace&lt;br /&gt;its gedin steady, n its jus anoder yr&lt;br /&gt;sec3 EYE stress is over&lt;br /&gt;mor to come, but we'l handle tt&lt;br /&gt;i finaly achieve one aim,&lt;br /&gt;which i told &lt;i&gt;fishmonger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"aft exams i wana lk back and say&lt;br /&gt;-hey i survived"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n well, &lt;b&gt;i did&lt;/b&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;although w bad results&lt;br /&gt;tings wil work out &lt;b&gt;-smiles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005498103841746?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110005498103841746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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not anoder pink layout=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i tot of happiness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: i'l sound selfish if i say tis&lt;br /&gt;or i sound, [    &lt;b&gt;fill in urself&lt;/b&gt;    ]&lt;br /&gt;but i saw e smiles&lt;br /&gt;e happiness and joy&lt;br /&gt;tt were mine&lt;br /&gt;or shd i say. &lt;s&gt;used to be&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but heyy. i got others&lt;br /&gt;to give me e same joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i reflected agn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: jus got home, wenta self reflect&lt;br /&gt;aint enuf tho. &lt;br /&gt;currently wana b alone&lt;br /&gt;no, not depressed. -heh.&lt;br /&gt;tym alone, tts wad i nid &lt;b&gt;-smiles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today im proud of myself&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: i stil feel loved, n blessed.&lt;br /&gt;i cant b animor proud,&lt;br /&gt;cus gedin back on track&lt;br /&gt;givs me peace. so much tt,&lt;br /&gt;ntg seem to stop me&lt;br /&gt;even tho i hav horrendous rslts&lt;br /&gt;n it all seems sucky&lt;br /&gt;i hav peace. and God. -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;n i quit slouchin&lt;br /&gt;finaly able ta lift my head&lt;br /&gt;wenever i m doing photo shoots,&lt;br /&gt;bro often say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"hu r u shy w? y cant u lift ur head?&lt;br /&gt;n y slouch? be proud of urself"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n oso, i quit self mutilation&lt;br /&gt;turning myself to Him&lt;br /&gt;rather than e blade&lt;br /&gt;or the pills. -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;w so many ppl believin in me.&lt;br /&gt;jie&lt;b&gt;[u so rock. ilu so much.]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mei&lt;b&gt;[sweetest]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n my darlings. who i love so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the nigs.&lt;/b&gt; hu helped me pull thru.&lt;br /&gt;-huggles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005495361444345?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110005492628240711</id><published>2004-10-21T06:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:36:00.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;chikka's bdae&lt;/b&gt; -huggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd was an emotional day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: i duno y i sent e emails&lt;br /&gt;jus felt lyk crying..&lt;br /&gt;msged jie e whole day&lt;br /&gt;n she ended up in tears&lt;br /&gt;din feel lyk i wana do antg&lt;br /&gt;it was jus screwed&lt;br /&gt;tot of e ppl i &lt;B&gt;shdn&lt;/b&gt; b tinkin of&lt;br /&gt;tot of e tings i &lt;b&gt;shdn&lt;/b&gt; b tinkin of&lt;br /&gt;i missed all my frds&lt;br /&gt;well, i jus did&lt;br /&gt;but ltr felt beta&lt;br /&gt;n started ta &lt;B&gt;(:&lt;/b&gt; -heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today was a disappointing day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: my results were &lt;b&gt;horrendous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msged jie n someone*&lt;br /&gt;comfortin? &lt;b&gt;-shruggs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told #2, &lt;i&gt;no amt of words wil do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n at tis pt, i jus duno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i try ta convince myself&lt;br /&gt;of all e beautiful tings&lt;br /&gt;n nicest moments in lyf&lt;br /&gt;at tyms i turn to Him,&lt;br /&gt;i feel better&lt;br /&gt;but wen i choose not to&lt;br /&gt;i feel lost agn&lt;br /&gt;is it jus a form of&lt;br /&gt;consoling myself&lt;br /&gt;turning to Him&lt;br /&gt;without any actions&lt;br /&gt;is jus as well as&lt;br /&gt;running from my probs?&lt;br /&gt;well. -shruggs//&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005492628240711?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110005486251976481</id><published>2004-10-20T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:34:26.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently in the sch lib&lt;br /&gt;heh, feeling hell &lt;b&gt;much&lt;/b&gt; better(: &lt;b&gt;-smiles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, duno wad were the tears for&lt;br /&gt;msg &lt;b&gt;jie&lt;/b&gt; str8away&lt;br /&gt;promised she'll be the &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chik and the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-love ya guys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole day was jus &lt;b&gt;bloody emo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus tears. &lt;b&gt;bleah-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugged taz and cried&lt;br /&gt;and deena laffed at me=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;now im back ta smiling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mor tears(: &lt;b&gt;-smiles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. it all rocks- heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i failed &lt;b&gt;chem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wads new righty?&lt;br /&gt;heh-&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005486251976481?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110005486251976481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110005486251976481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005486251976481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005486251976481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/10/currently-in-sch-lib-heh-feeling-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110005483990511078</id><published>2004-10-19T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:33:39.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is 19 october.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i hugged jie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: saw her in the morn&lt;br /&gt;b4 her phy/chem prac&lt;br /&gt;din care if ms leong was dere&lt;br /&gt;i ran across n gave her &lt;b&gt;one big hug&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she lk so worn out n tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-hugggs&lt;/b&gt; miss her loadies mann&lt;br /&gt;i was hyper but she lked sad&lt;br /&gt;but brightened up her day! (:&lt;br /&gt;she'l b e first to know&lt;br /&gt;abt my rslts ltr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-cross fingers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i was sad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: saw my MT results, argh.&lt;br /&gt;i swear, e &lt;b&gt;1st&lt;/b&gt; tym i get tt mann&lt;br /&gt;i saw n i cried, cus tts not my grade.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. n emath. wanteda cry but din&lt;br /&gt;bleahh. msg jie. cant face tmr mann&lt;br /&gt;ss/geog, amath, chem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;amath&amp;chem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2 worst subjects&lt;br /&gt;dunno, oder tings making me sad&lt;br /&gt;tho i shdnt tink abt it&lt;br /&gt;but i did&lt;br /&gt;cant help.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, &lt;b&gt;-smiles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got tings to smile for(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i sang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: heh. aft sch stay back with &lt;b&gt;#2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;happykidd&lt;/b&gt; came along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks for attempt to cheer me up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. duno y din feel lyk stayin&lt;br /&gt;left at 5, walked out&lt;br /&gt;lonely. but stil, occupied w tots&lt;br /&gt;in sch, sang all dose song&lt;br /&gt;any tt came to myn heh.&lt;br /&gt;needa break mann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i reflected&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho im sad, i still hav oder tings&lt;br /&gt;to be hapy abt. well. lyk?&lt;br /&gt;i have frds. hu r dere.&lt;br /&gt;all e tym. sumtyms we drift&lt;br /&gt;but yet, owes dere&lt;br /&gt;i hav a &lt;b&gt;jie&lt;/b&gt;, who's ever so &lt;b&gt;wonderful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pamper/treat me so gd&lt;br /&gt;where can i fyn one lyk her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e sweetest i can ever find&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dere to tok abt antg anytym&lt;br /&gt;how tym changed us, we noticed&lt;br /&gt;i miss it most, e day we went out on v.Day&lt;br /&gt;wen we got &lt;b&gt;so sick&lt;/b&gt; of town&lt;br /&gt;n wenta &lt;b&gt;AMK&lt;/b&gt; inst. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;love u loads -mwacks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hav a &lt;b&gt;mei&lt;/b&gt;, who's dere oso&lt;br /&gt;wenever i nid her&lt;br /&gt;tho i &lt;b&gt;suck&lt;/b&gt; as a jie&lt;br /&gt;n treat her &lt;b&gt;oh so bad&lt;/b&gt; =PpP&lt;br /&gt;kip drifting, but owes tgd agn&lt;br /&gt;dere to crap laf n cry&lt;br /&gt;loads hppnd, anger and frustrations&lt;br /&gt;misunderstandings&amp;quarrels&lt;br /&gt;but lil tings tt make it all up(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hav e &lt;b&gt;nigs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hu bring me &lt;b&gt;loadsa joy&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n owes dere wen i needa say antg&lt;br /&gt;bitching&amp;normal rants&lt;br /&gt;rlshps or frdshps or family&lt;br /&gt;jus anything. slacking or stoning&lt;br /&gt;mugging or dieting or singing. &lt;br /&gt;we do it all. &lt;b&gt;-love u all loads.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oders. hu r dere&lt;br /&gt;to listen to me wen im all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fishmonger,&lt;/b&gt; owes listen to me rant&lt;br /&gt;n offer to sing me happy songs(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;deena,&lt;/b&gt; who always drift from me&lt;br /&gt;but yet care n owes ard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;happykidd&amp;elvis,&lt;/b&gt; randomly make me (:&lt;br /&gt;w all their rubbish n lil notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;twinn&amp;#2,&lt;/b&gt; depressing partners&lt;br /&gt;yet make me happy n (: heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;steph&amp;han,&lt;/b&gt; always dere, no matter wad i do&lt;br /&gt;weder its 4am or 4pm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;midnytbuddy,&lt;/b&gt; all e rubbish during wee hrs&lt;br /&gt;owes makin me smile &amp; happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;n of cus Him,&lt;/b&gt; tho i owes drift&lt;br /&gt;i fyn my way back n He's dere(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad more can i ask for? -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i feel so blessed (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005483990511078?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110005483990511078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110005483990511078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005483990511078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005483990511078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-is-19-october.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110005479438051394</id><published>2004-10-17T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:30:29.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ytd i controlled my anger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen mama nagged at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i missed someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mor den ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i was lazy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was online the whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i wana do stg&lt;br /&gt;i dwana b lazy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: its tym i do stg productive&lt;br /&gt;my muscles r achin&lt;br /&gt;frm all e staying-in-bed&lt;br /&gt;i feel lyka lazy bum!&lt;br /&gt;well feels weird tt i dunida mug&lt;br /&gt;getting results soon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy sickening&lt;br /&gt;i'll prolly b grounded&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. we'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i chatted with buddy!&lt;br /&gt;the insane fella&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: nv fail to make me laff&lt;br /&gt;ohwells new found friend&lt;br /&gt;makes me lk at lyf&lt;br /&gt;frm anoder perspective&lt;br /&gt;kong) lol. private joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i tot of all my actions&lt;br /&gt;n i got e answer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: well most of e tym&lt;br /&gt;we hav a choice&lt;br /&gt;instead of whining&lt;br /&gt;y dun we make gd use of it?&lt;br /&gt;choice's a privilege&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i wrote down&lt;br /&gt;my aims n goals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: tot of the manymany tings&lt;br /&gt;heh. felt gd(: 05 wil b gd i spose&lt;br /&gt;-smiles so many tings to lk fwd to&lt;br /&gt;hopefuly shaza's on abt nov&lt;br /&gt;e graduation ting&lt;br /&gt;i so wana perform&lt;br /&gt;n dose kids wil b wonderful&lt;br /&gt;n make me (:(:(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005479438051394?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110005479438051394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110005479438051394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005479438051394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005479438051394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/10/ytd-i-controlled-my-anger-wen-mama.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090951.post-110005476638867506</id><published>2004-10-16T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:28:58.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;current music: outrageous, brit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd deena chatted w me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i felt happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i thanked deena&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for listening to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i woke up early&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 0745hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i cleaned my room&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it looked neater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i went out with fad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we walked alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i was very vainnn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and was very minah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd i din eat much&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cus i wana lose weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i chatted with&lt;br /&gt;my midytonlynbuddy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: we'r forever breakin&lt;br /&gt;our chatting records&lt;br /&gt;today went off at 0530hrs&lt;br /&gt;was a nyt full of&lt;br /&gt;laughter&amp;dirty jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nv laffed so much in my lyf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahah &lt;b&gt;-jagung&amp;tauge-&lt;br /&gt;*private joke! (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kong. LOLS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i tot of many tings&lt;br /&gt;one of which is Islam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: i tried to fyn peace&lt;br /&gt;so i went onlyn and searched&lt;br /&gt;on my own religion. feel better&lt;br /&gt;aft readin some stuffs(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-smiles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today nan&amp;me were high&lt;br /&gt;we were simply madd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: duno mayb before doomsday&lt;br /&gt;i tink i'l b grounded aft results&lt;br /&gt;ohboyohboy. &lt;b&gt;-shrieks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today jie msged me&lt;br /&gt;and i felt happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: i'll miss u! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"ur lyk the best mei"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ur lyk the &lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt; jie &lt;br /&gt;i can ever fyn.. fyn u on mon&lt;br /&gt;no matter wad. &lt;b&gt;lucks*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-muacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today i tot of my lyf&lt;br /&gt;and i smiled(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: jus feel at ease&lt;br /&gt;tho its messed&lt;br /&gt;im working thru it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-smiles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant get any better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9090951-110005476638867506?l=nurul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/feeds/110005476638867506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9090951&amp;postID=110005476638867506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005476638867506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9090951/posts/default/110005476638867506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul.blogspot.com/2004/10/current-music-outrageous-brit-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>bla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699664858062391874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
