<?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-7115795157881929525</id><updated>2011-09-29T13:59:03.812+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Activities'/><category term='Joe'/><category term='CIP'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Final Year'/><category term='Volunteer'/><category term='O level/JAE'/><category term='Breakfast'/><category term='Spa'/><category term='date'/><category term='Pissed'/><category term='FYP'/><category term='Demi Lovato'/><category term='Miley Cyrus'/><category term='My Birthday'/><category term='Break'/><category term='Sec Five/08'/><category term='ME'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Polytechnic'/><category term='Sec5BlkB'/><category term='School'/><category term='Chillin'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='Study'/><category term='Studies'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Graduation'/><category term='Coldplay'/><category term='Boredom'/><category term='Jonas Brothers'/><category term='MST'/><category term='Exam'/><category term='Astronomy'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Qurcya'/><category term='Hari Raya'/><category term='Tantrum'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='CCA'/><category term='1B/22'/><title type='text'>N U R U L L E. It's real</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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>296</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-383920615933295461</id><published>2011-08-09T00:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T00:57:06.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M-O-V-E-D</title><content type='html'>I've moved to tumblr.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://therealnurulle.tumblr.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-383920615933295461?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/383920615933295461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/383920615933295461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-moved-to-tumblr.html' title='M-O-V-E-D'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-8798683139058534979</id><published>2011-08-06T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T01:44:46.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>indulge yourself</title><content type='html'>OMG. My first end of semester paper is next week!&lt;div&gt;Not to mention deadline for reports and presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So excited that I will be graduate soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing great happened yesterday except chatting with my gf, Aisyah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at hot guys (as usual).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's fasting, but how can I stop drooling at toned abs and tanned skin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my bf is being sweet with me for the last few days. I don't know what he's up to but he passed his driving test which means HOORAY for me! Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything his = mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I can't drive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He must pick me up from school, almost everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a MUST. I'll make him to promise me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He even picked me up on Thursday when we agreed to meet. Too bad it's the fasting month, we can't possibly eat. So we end up chatting about our lives and make jokes at each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a short meeting. He asked me to cab home and even paid for the cab fare which I think that's what a man should do. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pamper girls, don't make them go through hardship - public transportation service sucks these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-8798683139058534979?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8798683139058534979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8798683139058534979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/08/indulge-yourself.html' title='indulge yourself'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-2551854503263387548</id><published>2011-08-06T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T01:21:05.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe'/><title type='text'>peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jwR9I1kkh0o/Tjwl27kCfCI/AAAAAAAAARM/M-Vb7_cPm7Q/s1600/005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jwR9I1kkh0o/Tjwl27kCfCI/AAAAAAAAARM/M-Vb7_cPm7Q/s320/005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637422459193031714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Joe Jonas is &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; a jerk or womanizer" - John Taylor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-2551854503263387548?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2551854503263387548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2551854503263387548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/08/peace.html' title='peace'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jwR9I1kkh0o/Tjwl27kCfCI/AAAAAAAAARM/M-Vb7_cPm7Q/s72-c/005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-5389833567804602004</id><published>2011-08-01T00:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T01:13:24.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. My parents are celebrating their birthday for like 3 weeks already? LOL. We had Domino's Pizza for dinner.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dyed my hair; English chestnut color. LOVELOVELOVE my hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bumped into my bf who appeared from nowhere! Like really, I just stepped out of the salon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He called me when i was doing my hair, so I couldn't pick it up. Suddenly he was in front of me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my Mom is the most kecoh-ist. She was like, 'OMG. Nurulle, he's so grown up!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vLqvAZ8h9c/TjWMDifY8fI/AAAAAAAAARE/fI9IFsnX6Jg/s200/nathan.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 167px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635564501150003698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nathan from The Wanted cast a spell on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain't he cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off with The Wanted - Glad You Came MV with lyrics below :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BiEEJds8JFE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;The sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;The stars come out&lt;br /&gt;And all that counts&lt;br /&gt;Is here and now&lt;br /&gt;My universe will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cast a spell on me, spell on me&lt;br /&gt;You hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me&lt;br /&gt;And I decided you look well on me, well on me&lt;br /&gt;So let's go somewhere no-one else can see, you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the lights out now&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll take you by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Hand you another drink&lt;br /&gt;Drink it if you can&lt;br /&gt;Can you spend a little time,&lt;br /&gt;Time is slipping away from us so stay,&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me I can make,&lt;br /&gt;Make you glad you came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-5389833567804602004?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5389833567804602004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5389833567804602004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vLqvAZ8h9c/TjWMDifY8fI/AAAAAAAAARE/fI9IFsnX6Jg/s72-c/nathan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-6313597518040434222</id><published>2011-07-30T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T03:07:09.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FYP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Rendang</title><content type='html'>What on earth am I doing at 02:32 am?&lt;div&gt;Final Year Project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finalizing my work for my supervisor to check before my group presentation. I plan to complete my work by this morning because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going for Spa and salon, later today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to cut my hair. I want to dye and highlight it but I'm still not sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I shall perm it. Mom's gonna dye her hair. I warned Dad that her queen and princess will be extra pretty after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so excited for dinner with my Kakak Ima &amp;amp; Wak at Garuda later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-6313597518040434222?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6313597518040434222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6313597518040434222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/07/rendang.html' title='Rendang'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-501421861329515878</id><published>2011-07-21T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T23:52:44.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Short update</title><content type='html'>I am so happy with my sales proposal for my Communication Skills for Marketing that I have forgotten to leave my e-mail on my cover page.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad mistake. Bad mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that I really sounded like some marketing executive writing to another company to purchase the product. :) so happy with my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom's birthday coming soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH MY GOD. I AM EXCITED TO BUY HER PRESENT LAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have something in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hint: It's from Joseph &amp;amp; Joseph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need to get my Dad's membership card before purchasing the product, I think he is entitled 6% off retail price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad birthday is few days after Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad, 1 word for you, SURPRISE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have plan everything beforehand. I hope everything will run smoothly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-501421861329515878?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/501421861329515878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/501421861329515878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/07/short-update.html' title='Short update'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-6060671165615177301</id><published>2011-07-10T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T23:52:36.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I prefer Jacob than Edward</title><content type='html'>I am not committed to a relationship, I think.&lt;div&gt;I am only 21, I am too young to be committed to anything besides my studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think by having a boyfriend will make any difference in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A boyfriend is just a guy friend that treats you better than other guy friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's just someone who you love more than other guy friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But logically, it makes no different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is not someone who should be responsible for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is, if he's your husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least you make a promise to love and care for him for the rest of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what Jacob said in Eclipse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But it’s possible to love more than one person at a time&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;OK. I am going to read Twilight series this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I'll put ASP.NET and FYP on hold this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-6060671165615177301?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6060671165615177301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6060671165615177301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-prefer-jacob-than-edwards.html' title='I prefer Jacob than Edward'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-1990892060624197018</id><published>2011-07-05T00:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T01:51:34.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Calling names</title><content type='html'>I seriously don't understand this:&lt;div&gt;Why people think it's rude to call your parents by name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think it is. Sometimes, I call my Mom and Dad using their names and they are totally fine with it. I don't really like people to address me 'kakak' 'adik' or whatever I am to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just call me by my name, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-1990892060624197018?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1990892060624197018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1990892060624197018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/07/calling-names.html' title='Calling names'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-1008855979739543733</id><published>2011-07-03T09:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T09:15:24.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe'/><title type='text'>I don't wanna see no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I tried to look away from what you did.&lt;div&gt;Heartache, became my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BtOdBDs99iQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-1008855979739543733?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1008855979739543733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1008855979739543733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-dont-wanna-see-no-more.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna see no more'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BtOdBDs99iQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-5414120623883714651</id><published>2011-07-01T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T02:05:58.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I can't stop myself from loving you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HeeGd7zEyZk/Tgy5GFuvjDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LWXM3eN3Od0/s1600/love.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HeeGd7zEyZk/Tgy5GFuvjDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LWXM3eN3Od0/s200/love.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624073548947491890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Today is the day I fell in love with you, again"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday's date might not be the perfect date, but I certainly happy whenever I am with you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-5414120623883714651?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5414120623883714651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5414120623883714651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-cant-stop-myself-from-loving-you.html' title='I can&apos;t stop myself from loving you.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HeeGd7zEyZk/Tgy5GFuvjDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LWXM3eN3Od0/s72-c/love.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-5249166962273463256</id><published>2011-06-28T02:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T03:01:15.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Never underestimate ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;BUSTED.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think that you can hide a secret, forever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody has their own skeleton closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I just know what kind of person you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That dark secret you have been hiding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-5249166962273463256?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5249166962273463256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5249166962273463256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/06/never-underestimate-me.html' title='Never underestimate ME'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-410705452659640845</id><published>2011-06-28T01:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T01:33:33.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qurcya'/><title type='text'>I thank You</title><content type='html'>I passed my first paper with flying colors!&lt;div&gt;Never expect an A for NSS. Happy. Delighted. Thank you, God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 paper down, 1 more to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Qurcya this morning, we had drinks at Mc-Cafe and talk about stuffs. Went window shopping and off to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I board a bus at Dover MRT bus stop to FC 2. I have to make sure that I have sufficient energy to think later during the test right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(is this a valid reason?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the main library and found an empty seat between 2 guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Library is FULL during the MST season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I flipped open my book and I found out that I only left with 5 pages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 PAGES MORE TO STUDY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 LONG PAGES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 PAGES THAT I DECIDED TO SKIP BECAUSE F-I-V-E PAGES IS TORTURING ME MENTALLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I just sit there, charge my laptop and read what I have summarize for each topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am good in summarizing passages, each topic I come out with only 4-5 points. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy who was sitting on my right is sweet talking to his girlfriend on the phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*roll eyes* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't like he do it somewhere else other than the library?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading, macam pening gitu. I assume it's because I haven't makan yet. So, I headed to FC 3 for BRUNCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had mee goreng with teh peng. Went to test venue after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nervous. Scared. Excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, everything went fine :) and I hang out for awhile with my classmates at T12. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta chiong for my next test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:30 AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-410705452659640845?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/410705452659640845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/410705452659640845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-thank-you.html' title='I thank You'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-2225428845441653940</id><published>2011-06-26T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T01:07:58.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>it's all because of you.</title><content type='html'>So Dad fetched me home because he missed me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-2225428845441653940?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2225428845441653940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2225428845441653940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-all-because-of-you.html' title='it&apos;s all because of you.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-3619118854922853122</id><published>2011-06-25T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T22:06:15.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>i.need.motivation</title><content type='html'>The only way to motivate me to study and get an A is to ask Mom to reward me a with spa package so that her only daughter can pamper herself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know that's a little too much to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad's going to pick me up at work for I don't know what reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope it's not about my credit card bills, it didn't even hit $100.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my MST. I didn't tell him that I'll be having a test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It should be good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe he missed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-3619118854922853122?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/3619118854922853122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/3619118854922853122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/06/ineedmotivation.html' title='i.need.motivation'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-4576948908195657413</id><published>2011-06-25T12:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T22:08:37.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Spa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I definitely recommending Venus Skin-Aesthetic Spa which is located at Gopang Street, just beside Amara Hotel, Tanjong Pagar. I went there yesterday for facial and shoulder massage and I am very satisfied with the service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They served us with Tea before I went for treatment. I love the ambiance of the room and the staffs are very friendly. My mum said that she can see the difference before and after my treatment. I don't have any major skin problems. I didn't get a chance to ask the name of the consultant who did my treatment, but I was in good hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel rejuvenated after the whole session. I'm sure that I'll be back for another visit :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5/5 star :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sipping my cup of teh-C in the office with nothing better to do. I thought of studying but then, yeah, I can start that soon. I'm skipping lunch because I had a heavy breakfast, ENORMOUS OMELETTE with a cup of hot tea. It's really unhealthy (that's why I have not eaten BK for a year or so), I think the bacon is salty, the patty is salty, so I just eat the egg with the bread. I know bacon is supposed to be salty, it's just saltier than normal bacon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell asleep in the office after that. LOL. Seriously, damn sleepy. I don't really care if my supervisor was in the office, i.just.need.some.sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, I'll be having my first MST paper. 75 MCQ, seriously I am not afraid of the question, I'm just scared that I'll be bored to death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did some trial quiz online, by the time I'm at the 30th question, I got bored and just close the window. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, I got to start working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-4576948908195657413?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4576948908195657413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4576948908195657413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/06/spa.html' title='Spa.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-8127313467710968166</id><published>2011-06-19T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T17:13:32.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Current desktop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6qB0uatcLg/Tf29swJrzaI/AAAAAAAAAQk/FYqI9GNTFfI/s1600/jj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6qB0uatcLg/Tf29swJrzaI/AAAAAAAAAQk/FYqI9GNTFfI/s200/jj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619856486565662114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My desktop :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-8127313467710968166?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8127313467710968166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8127313467710968166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/06/current-desktop.html' title='Current desktop'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6qB0uatcLg/Tf29swJrzaI/AAAAAAAAAQk/FYqI9GNTFfI/s72-c/jj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-7783872387451796208</id><published>2011-06-19T13:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T13:26:44.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FYP'/><title type='text'>Psst!</title><content type='html'>Final Year Project is driving me crazy! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My supervisor asked us to do unnecessary things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how detail my group describe the paper protocol and what we are going to do, she still couldn't understand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought it's my English. No, it wasn't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She told me it's not detailed enough. I have made some changes and hope she'll be clear about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The funniest thing is she asked me to write a summary 100-200 words on history of the items that our client is selling. I wrote 70 words, she still ask me to shorten it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOL again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Overall, I enjoy the work I am doing and I don't have any problem with my supervisor. I just think she's funny, that's all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week it's all about friends :)&lt;div&gt;I went to school earlier this week to 'study'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we didn't end up studying, I did my FYP research in school. I complete my report, submitted it and then... I'm BORED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a small talk with Nadya :) and suddenly when I came back to check out on my mates, they asked me if I wanna go catch a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we decided to go watch Laddaland at Tiong Bahru GV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was OK-OK, not so scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I close my eyes whenever I think ghost will appear. Scared will have nightmares mah~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. A bit draggy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I met Aisyah to give her belated birthday present!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) She gave me a gorgeous bracelet. I gave her a bracelet too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great minds think alike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nIrRVI2r52Y/Tf18aWPlZYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/bU_rbJh0lpU/s320/IMAG0199.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619784702117635458" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I bought Incanto Shine from Salvatore Ferragamo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LoveLOVElove the scent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This month alone, I have spent $3xx, including credit. I would like to literally freeze my credit card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought 14 pieces of clothes (I am replacing 90% of my wardrobe items) which only cost $187.90 (average of $13.42 per item).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shop from &lt;a href="http://www.3inute.com/"&gt;3inute&lt;/a&gt;, Toa Payoh Central shops(lots of bargains there) and Uniqlo (Personal favorite).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously can't wait to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;graduate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I don't know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 1306.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-7783872387451796208?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/7783872387451796208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/7783872387451796208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/06/psst_19.html' title='Psst!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nIrRVI2r52Y/Tf18aWPlZYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/bU_rbJh0lpU/s72-c/IMAG0199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-5555923792351358152</id><published>2011-05-30T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:11:49.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Time to celebrate, cheers</title><content type='html'>Today is the best day ever in my entire 7 weeks of school.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got full marks for my lab test which means a full 10% for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. I am so so SO happy that I asked my BF to have dinner with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Northpoint together and he treated me Sakura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice to spend sometime to sit and talk to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home straight after that. I go dating very fast one... LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess tomorrow will be another exciting day for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-5555923792351358152?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5555923792351358152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5555923792351358152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/05/time-to-celebrate-cheers.html' title='Time to celebrate, cheers'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-4230844974903879743</id><published>2011-05-15T02:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:06:38.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Murder.</title><content type='html'>I thought that I was going to die last Friday after training.&lt;div&gt;Seriously, badminton never been so BRUTAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KS was not okay, she vomited on our journey home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I survived but with slight myalgia on my right arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did manage to talk to the school team coach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No rice, no noodles, no potato if you want to slim down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WANT TO SLIM DOWN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not fat, I don't want to be fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't want to be anorexic too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I asked Dad to fetch me home since BF can only think of sleeping after his long day of work *roll eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's going to be a quiz on Network Security which according to Kok Tong's warning level = sure die. He failed. So I am going to depend on luck for this and hopefully I'll pass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-4230844974903879743?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4230844974903879743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4230844974903879743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/05/murder.html' title='Murder.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-2765723503549682241</id><published>2011-05-12T00:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T02:30:18.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Boo-hoo</title><content type='html'>Tuesday was funFUNfun :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our lesson ended, Kat, Jillyn, Fiq and I went to bowl at SPGG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the game, I went to meet D at his workplace. We then headed to Bedok Food Court (?) to meet his parents and off we went to Tampines for bowling, (AGAIN - as for me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bowl with friends : 4 games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bowl with D          : 3 games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total of 7 games a day. That's (4+3)*10 = 70 ++ throw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His dad treat us Sweet &amp;amp; Sour fish. I swear it was huge and I think D ate most of it - I prefer boneless fish. Ok lah, ngade2 but what to do? I am an anak tunggal who is happened to be manja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn't send me home (bad bf) but he did gave me money to cab home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday - Very sianz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lecture starts at 8. I'm in the mood of doing nothing. I did listen to the lecturer, but I think I can recall only 45% of what he said. I seriously need to do revision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to work with Kok Tong. Waliao~ The management said they haven't renew our pass, so we couldn't get in the terminal, let alone our office. We were left with one option; go home. We had our lunch there and bus-ed home after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so sweet of D singing 'One in a million' for me everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby you're the best I ever had&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 00:44 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-2765723503549682241?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2765723503549682241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2765723503549682241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/05/boo-hoo.html' title='Boo-hoo'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-2451941639591441165</id><published>2011-04-23T10:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T12:46:04.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Final Year'/><title type='text'>1st week of school</title><content type='html'>First week of school re-cap :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lecture starts at 8, but we reached a bit late. As usual, we waited for each other at the train station :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had epok-epok for brunch. Yes, only epok-epok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My classmates told me I slimmed down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I don't. My fats just moved to my butt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had fun in school :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funniest thing that happened to me was during a tutorial lesson. I was sitting at the front row (just beside the lecturer), playing Angry Birds Rio during class (I know I am not supposed to do that, but it's just the first day of school) when suddenly a phone rang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody stared at me, they thought it was my phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It &lt;b&gt;WASN'T&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;MY&lt;/b&gt; phone, it's the &lt;b&gt;LECTURER'S!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question of the day: How's your ITP?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Topic of the day: Balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, the girls were discussing on how we have witness a lot of scenes in the movies, but we never seen it live (people tend to say live is better). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, according to Fiq, it will make a guy moan like a girl. We thought of conducting an experiment&lt;b&gt; in the name of Science&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is we don't have balls to kick because nobody volunteered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after school, I had Chicken Rice with Jillyn for dinner at FC 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half-way eating, D called. He dropped by campus just to picked me up after school which is a surprising. How sweet :) We went lepak and makan at Rubinah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love business modules. I know some people could find it boring, but I personally find economics is somehow interesting :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pris, ZC, JH, Jade, Fiq and I went to Lau Pa Sat for lunch. We then travelled to Marina Parade to play arcade and bowling. JH's gf joined us during the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had dinner at Pizza Hut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question of the day: Where are we going after this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Topic of the day: Pokemon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lecture at 8 am. Super boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hacker is the good guy. Cracker is the bad guy. I mean cracker as in crack, not the biscuit's cracker" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LAME. I know, but that's the only thing I can remember. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had sales and marketing module after that. I am sorry but the teacher look so gay. His fashion sense- total failure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lesson, we had lunch. Slept for 1 hour or so with my classmates (LOL), went to SPGG for bowling after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question of the day: Are we going to SPGG or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Topic of the day: FYP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't went to school because I overslept. I went to Geylang with my mother, accompany her to shop. We then went bowling (LOL) at Yishun Safra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner with the family at Garuda Padang, Orchard Central :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPERB food :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am, happily working at Changi :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. I have to do my homework NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-2451941639591441165?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2451941639591441165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2451941639591441165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/04/1st-week-of-school.html' title='1st week of school'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-8618295143243116089</id><published>2011-04-11T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:20:20.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out</title><content type='html'>This week is my last week for my Industrial Training Program.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the makciks, pakciks and some random people I know like customer service staff or some shop assistants (I am that friendly, really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I went out with D and his friends to Bugis. We wanted to eat that the Chinese coffee shop, opposite Bugis Junction, but it was closed. We were too hungry to travel to Arab Street, so we settled down at the Indian shop just beside the bus stop called Mohiden Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food there is expensive and that it doesn't taste anything near nice. D ordered Fried Maggi Noodles and it was tasteless. I couldn't finish my Fried Bee Hoon Noodles. I wouldn't visit that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we went to BJ's basement for LAN gaming. Nope, I didn't even play. I don't know why, I had enough of gaming during lessons last time (I don't that anymore. I'm a responsible student now) and I'm feeling a bit 'girl-ish'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to see accessories; bracelets, necklaces, earrings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did stop by Diva, I couldn't make up my mind on what I wanted to buy so I decided to give a pass. I'm only very very sure I want to get the peacock feather earrings. I think it would be cool to wear it to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Iluma for jalan-jalan and after that, we head to Bugis Street where D bought for me a dress and a new bag for school. School reopens on the 18th - new semester, new look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am content with my purchases - Mom said the dress looks good on me and the bag is a perfect match :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 0115 hours. I am going to pick up Aunt Sal at the airport tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-8618295143243116089?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8618295143243116089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8618295143243116089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-out.html' title='Day out'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-1964806188733596330</id><published>2011-04-06T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:08:22.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The call</title><content type='html'>I'll be going under the knife 2 weeks from now, which is also when school reopens after 6 weeks of 'vacation'. I won't be attending first week, BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my classmates, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been reading a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some books I would recommend reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being Muslim by Haron Siddiqui&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad Science by Goldacre, Ben&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's all too much, Peter Walsh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;:) nothing much to update, plus my batt is running low.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-1964806188733596330?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1964806188733596330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1964806188733596330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/04/call.html' title='The call'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-6867122006246386801</id><published>2011-03-23T01:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T01:32:59.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with saying 'Banana suck?'</title><content type='html'>Rotating shift schedule mess up my sleeping hours!&lt;br /&gt;or should I blame myself for not going home straight after work?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my results yesterday morning and it was my best performance ever. I didn't expect for that to happen because I have had nightmares for the past couple of nights. What kind of nightmares? Lots of Cs, Ds and just a passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did very well for photography module. I was awarded with a grade A. Selecting best pictures for the photo essay assignment plus explaining how and why I shot those pictures was a great challenge. I'm happy, very happy and very very very happy with my results.&lt;br /&gt;My current semester GPA, rocks.&lt;br /&gt;The cumulative GPA, sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internship is OK. Nothing much to do. I have yet to complete my log book for the second week. God! I've been falling asleep at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nap time during office hours:&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - 1 hour of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Monday - 2 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Monday, Jie Mie &amp;amp; I had lunch at Texas Chicken. They had this promotion, one burger for 95 cents. Since one burger per transaction, we queued two times to get 2 burgers :) cheap and filling. We are fortunate to work in the terminal, otherwise, we couldn't get our hands on the 2 burger for less than 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and during the weekends I bumped into my early secondary maths teacher, Ms Yati. I was surprised that she still remember me, remember which polytechnic I am in, which course and which year I am in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Incredible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that same day, I met D and his friends at Changi Beach. First time there. I've got to witness the supermoon, beautiful sight. Pity that I didn't bring my DSLR. Grr. Never mind, I am determined that the next full moon, I'll camp at Seletar Reservoir, Yishun Dam, whatever place you call it (it is only accessible if you have your own vehicle) with my camera. I have passion for photography, it's just that I have no time and I don't want to bring it to work because there are no lockers, I just don't feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get my hands on Olympus E-P1 (Pen) or Canon G12 but I bet it won't be so soon. Or perhaps a MacBook Pro (Aisyah, you tempt me!). Depending on my budget. All I know is the salary that I get for this industrial attachment program, 100% will pay for my IELTS course and examination. I just wanna know what is it like to support yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2:19 am&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-6867122006246386801?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6867122006246386801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6867122006246386801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-wrong-with-saying-banana-suck.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with saying &apos;Banana suck?&apos;'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-215288493051581751</id><published>2011-03-09T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T11:30:06.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ann-oyed</title><content type='html'>Another day at work.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here don't know what to do, waiting for lunch-time and thinking what to have for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday outing kinda sucks, not totally, but partly. I was really really really tired after work (please don't just say I'm just walking and staring at the computer screen) and I went home like half past 11. Reached home nearly 12. I hate people questioning, nagging at me when I'm tired, SERIOUSLY. Fortunately, I managed to control myself. It's just sooo annoying. I need my beauty sleep for goodness sake! The most suck-ish part is... ah, shouldn't say it over here but if you're following me on Plurk, you'll know. I'm still annoyed with everybody right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Kuey Teow or Nasi Sambal Goreng to help me cope with this stress and Teh Peng to go with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-215288493051581751?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/215288493051581751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/215288493051581751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/03/ann-oyed.html' title='ann-oyed'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-5871306871367701422</id><published>2011-03-08T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T18:25:52.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocks, not stones</title><content type='html'>I'm currently at my working place, there's nothing much to do. We are allowed to watch movies, do whatever we want except for playing games. My ITP rocks, yeah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing interesting happened lately except that I was attached to this company with a bunch of guys, I'm the only girl! They are cool, it's great to have them as working colleagues. Our common topic, engineering and mathematics. Call me geek, but you won't know how much knowledge poly or any other institution had given you until someone talks to you about it. I'm finally glad I chose this course, although it wasn't my first choice, but it is the right course for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I haven't been sleeping properly. I went out late with friends, addicted to Sudoku that I ended up playing until 3 + in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, time for a short nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll update soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-5871306871367701422?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5871306871367701422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5871306871367701422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/03/rocks-not-stones.html' title='Rocks, not stones'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-5666998802158133386</id><published>2011-02-20T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:18:35.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>periuk</title><content type='html'>1 exam down and 1 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with 1 assignment to complete. BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am craving for Tom Yam Soup since earlier this week but couldn't get my hands on it because there is always something that gets in my way! Luckily, D promised me have dinner with me tomorrow, I'll make sure we will order 1 medium size pot of Tom Yam soup!&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pot, is pot called periuk in malay? D said it is periuk, tak kan lah kuali. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to continue with my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;:) later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-5666998802158133386?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5666998802158133386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5666998802158133386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/02/1-exam-down-and-1-more-to-go.html' title='periuk'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-726665554301043548</id><published>2011-02-08T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T00:48:25.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>You are special to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku menunggu,&lt;br /&gt;Ku menunggu kau putus dengan kekasihmu&lt;br /&gt;Tak akan ku ganggu kau dengan kekasihmu&lt;br /&gt;Ku kan selalu di sini untuk menunggumu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta itu&lt;br /&gt;ku berharap kau kelak kan cintai aku&lt;br /&gt;Saat kau telah tak bersama kekasihmu&lt;br /&gt;Ku lakukan semua agar kau cintaiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruskah ku bilang cinta&lt;br /&gt;Hati senang namun bimbang&lt;br /&gt;Ada cemburu juga rindu&lt;br /&gt;Ku tetap menunggu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kau sudah ada yang punya&lt;br /&gt;Ku tetap menunggu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datang padaku, ku tahu kelak kau kan datang kepadaku&lt;br /&gt;Saat kau sadar betapa ku cintaimu&lt;br /&gt;Ku akan selalu setia tuk menunggumu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Deja-vu.&lt;br /&gt;Let me just summarize my story.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind waiting for him. I don't know what is wrong with me, it's not like he's totally charming but I guess I like it when he does the eye flirt. It is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; feeling when our eyes connected; the heart pounding sensation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this might sound so wrong but I kinda hope that he'll break up with his girlfriend (eventually he really did).&lt;br /&gt;While 'waiting' for him back then, I was quite confident that he will fall for me someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he did?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he did not?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not sure either.&lt;br /&gt;He confessed,&lt;br /&gt;but at that particular time, maybe it's just infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regret that I met you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's just infatuation, he'll only stay in your mind for some time.&lt;br /&gt;But if it's love, he'll stay in your heart, forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-726665554301043548?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/726665554301043548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/726665554301043548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/02/ily.html' title='You are special to me'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-5603297985825485515</id><published>2011-02-06T01:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T02:26:30.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That is absolutely neccesary</title><content type='html'>I hate when I feel that I'm totally in love.&lt;br /&gt;I just hate that feeling when I think I can't get that person out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying Keeping Up With The Kardashians, while doing my %^&amp;amp;*ing homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-5603297985825485515?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5603297985825485515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5603297985825485515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/02/that-is-absolutely-neccesary.html' title='That is absolutely neccesary'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-7949655099075825071</id><published>2011-02-05T10:20:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T02:48:42.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my HTC desire, I now can connect to internet using my laptop wherever I go. It can serve as a portable modem too, COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Western area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, during CNY, my family didn't organize any outing.&lt;br /&gt;Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to go out with friends. In the end, I rot at home for 2 consecutive days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out yesterday with D. We went bowling together.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah - 2 person.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 7 pm and I had my dinner at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't understand how some parents don't set curfew for their children. I don't think it's a big deal for guys, but girls - maybe they should consider.&lt;br /&gt;My parents will only 'reward' a 1 night sleepover after exams period and only if I did well. Curfew on weekdays is 9 pm (Since some days I have class up to 7:30 pm) on the weekends it's 1 am.&lt;br /&gt;1 AM doesn't mean that I always go out until late night.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I'll only reach home at 1 if I'm out with friends to complete my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS ARE COMING.&lt;br /&gt;END-OF-SEMESTER EXAMINATION IN 2 WEEKS TIME.&lt;br /&gt;*GRINS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is:&lt;br /&gt;1) I didn't screw up my MST so everything should be alright&lt;br /&gt;2) It SHOULD be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schedule check:&lt;br /&gt;Next week  - Hand in all report + interview and Flash assignment&lt;br /&gt;Next two weeks - NSM End-of-Sem and hand in my MAD assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm super irritated by my MAD teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I don't like people who tell me I'm behind schedule. I know what I am doing. You give me the dateline, I'll hand in on time. This is not secondary school for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;Since when did I not hand my assignments on time? 5% per day, what do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my report writing teacher don't chase us around.&lt;br /&gt;Last lesson she asked the whole class, how are we doing and we frankly told her we did just the introduction. She had no problem with that, knowing that we HAVE TO submit next week which is so not her problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been rotting and watching TV at home and tonight I have to chiong for assignments.&lt;br /&gt;It's ok... I can manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first flash assignment, I remarkably completed the whole assignment less than 24 hours. I think I completed less than 8 hours. I couldn't believe I'm actually saying this, but I LOVE FLASH MODULE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You can preview it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nurul536.xp3.biz/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flash Assignment 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of stupid though, but I think I did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to create a simple snake game and a short mini-clip.&lt;br /&gt;Nurulle is just so awesome. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few weeks has been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Did a lot of crazy things that some of my classmate actually asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Nurulle, are you drunk?"&lt;br /&gt;especially when I told them about what happened in camp.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid cat walk + "striping" like Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;I would say it wasn't like myself, but I did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;They asked me to do it again, but nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was ok. I'm just a little annoyed that Mum made me to go Jempotan after that.&lt;br /&gt;I wore my baju kurong, without make up + tired face.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care! I just want my sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-7949655099075825071?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/7949655099075825071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/7949655099075825071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-5885854258856271940</id><published>2011-02-01T08:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T08:54:33.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going 21</title><content type='html'>It's exactly 1 month until my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy about getting old.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I can watch R-21 movies next month.&lt;br /&gt;But I am happy to see how far I have come in achieving my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester has been good to me and I hope it'll stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no holiday for me this sem because I have to do my Industrial Training Program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I am so looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach was like, "I think you have to wear a skirt and pantyhose to work"&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;"OMG! Your attachment is so cool. I always thought I look good in those"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I am doing customer service related job :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-5885854258856271940?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5885854258856271940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5885854258856271940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-21.html' title='Going 21'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-8418831179398683130</id><published>2011-01-23T09:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:51:14.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dates</title><content type='html'>What exactly is love?&lt;br /&gt;It is too complex to explain in words. Love works differently with different people. That is why it is such a wonderful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think I'm crazy but a heart break can be a beautiful feeling too.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I will think that the pain will make one feel alive. You can feel the pain, the sadness, it's all part of human emotions. Another thing about heart break is that you feel like it's the end of the world, you loved him/her so much, and the next day, you get up and feel, "You know what, life goes on, with or without you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense, I've known some couple who would hang out 24/7 with their partners and personally, I don't really understand how they could do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm dating someone, I would prefer if he doesn't hang out with me at school etc. I'd like to separate my school/work/social life away from my partner. So when we go out together, we could share and talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also against double dates, I don't know why, but I like if it's only the two of us, sharing about ourselves - no distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't date just-some-random-guy that someone introduces to me. Personally, I would only go out with guys who I know for more than a year or two, and not via internet -believe it or not. If you know who I am always with, you should know the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not pathetic, in fact, I'm proud of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-8418831179398683130?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8418831179398683130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8418831179398683130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/01/dates.html' title='Dates'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-2957459424818977626</id><published>2011-01-22T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T20:44:19.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it's LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;If it's love,&lt;br /&gt;and we decide that it's forever&lt;br /&gt;No one else could do it better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's love,&lt;br /&gt;and we're two birds of a feather&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest is just whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm addicted to loving you&lt;br /&gt;and you're addicted to my love too&lt;br /&gt;We can be them two birds of a feather&lt;br /&gt;that flock together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Train, If it's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beautifully written.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-2957459424818977626?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2957459424818977626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2957459424818977626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-its-love.html' title='If it&apos;s LOVE'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-3693056847038204522</id><published>2011-01-17T09:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T10:00:43.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st post after hiatus</title><content type='html'>I should be doing my homework and housework but I guess I'll slack for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;There's tons of assignments to be handed in for this and coming week and I haven't even start doing any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;One of my assignment involves creating an interactive advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;I need &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inspiration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I went out on a date with Kat.&lt;br /&gt;We had Swensen's as our breakfast and lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Our plan is to get our assignment done and catch a movie after wards.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right~ we ended up surfing the net, complaining about our work and off we went to the cinema. We watched 'The ghost must be crazy', it's funny. It's not scary - maybe because I was blocking my view of the whole cinema screen with my hands and reading the sub-titles most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movies, we went to Aunt's Anne for snacks and talked about an hour or 2 before both of us went separate ways.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TTOh-fFROgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lBSX3YvvcxU/s1600/63617_174902505874338_154834244547831_445588_4105524_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TTOh-fFROgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lBSX3YvvcxU/s320/63617_174902505874338_154834244547831_445588_4105524_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562968059600255490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture credit: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Ghost-Must-Be-Crazy/154834244547831#%21/photo.php?fbid=174902505874338&amp;amp;set=a.154834351214487.32186.154834244547831"&gt;The Ghost Must Be Crazy Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-3693056847038204522?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/3693056847038204522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/3693056847038204522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2011/01/1st-post-after-hiatus.html' title='1st post after hiatus'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TTOh-fFROgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lBSX3YvvcxU/s72-c/63617_174902505874338_154834244547831_445588_4105524_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-5884046576752035081</id><published>2010-12-31T01:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T02:01:23.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new me</title><content type='html'>I'm getting a haircut soon, YEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TRzHJX9zphI/AAAAAAAAAP0/s-VvuNntqMY/s1600/red-medium-curly-hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TRzHJX9zphI/AAAAAAAAAP0/s-VvuNntqMY/s200/red-medium-curly-hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556535004134352402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I would love to have this hairstyle because it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexy and sassy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image source:  &lt;a href="http://www.latest-hairstyles.com/medium/curly.html"&gt;http://www.latest-hairstyles.com/medium/curly.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-5884046576752035081?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5884046576752035081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5884046576752035081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-me.html' title='The new me'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TRzHJX9zphI/AAAAAAAAAP0/s-VvuNntqMY/s72-c/red-medium-curly-hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-4010268816220321991</id><published>2010-12-30T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T23:00:05.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Family matters</title><content type='html'>It's been a great family week.&lt;br /&gt;I spent 4 days in Kuala Lumpur with my parents for our holiday. Basically it's just non-stop shopping and dining. Dad brought us to the cinema to watch Gulliver's Travel in 3D - it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I went to school and later with D for dinner. What's the different between Nasi Goreng Pattaya and Nasi Pattaya Goreng? I wasn't sure, because in the menu, it stated both. I don't bother to ask anyway, I ordered a Nasi Goreng Pattaya because it sounded better than Nasi Pattaya Goreng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and OMG, I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; spill half a bottle of Esprit Strawberry drink on his vehicle. He said I shouldn't have said sorry because it already had happened :) Im sorry D, I still help him in the cleaning :D We thought of going out on Friday night. We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I went out with my cousin, Jasmine. We've met a few times, because she spent her whole lifetime studying overseas and now she's back, we do a bit of catch up. It was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend maybe I'll be out shopping with Dad at town and who knows we'll catch a movie again? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;br /&gt;Nurul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-4010268816220321991?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4010268816220321991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4010268816220321991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/12/family-matters.html' title='Family matters'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-9116155288718108093</id><published>2010-12-20T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T19:02:47.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>W-o-n-d-e-r FUL</title><content type='html'>Today is such a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went to school, I went to have lunch with my BF :)&lt;br /&gt;I called him and we met at 12.&lt;br /&gt;I begged him to treat me Mee Rebos.&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for it since yester-night. Both of us went separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP library rocks, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I spend 1 hour searching for Music CDs and non-fiction books to borrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who haven't purchase Selena Gomez album, it's a must-have in your CD collection. Although she can't sing very well on the stage, the album is ABSOLUTELY AWESOME. Her album consists of songs with funky beats like Summer's not hot and Intuition. You just feel like dancing to the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-9116155288718108093?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/9116155288718108093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/9116155288718108093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/12/w-o-n-d-e-r-ful.html' title='W-o-n-d-e-r FUL'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-1199645601568307387</id><published>2010-12-20T08:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T09:01:37.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Spam &amp; Password strength</title><content type='html'>Junk e-mails is so annoying and I can't stand it because I have been receiving junk mails from my Tam's account, consistently. I know it's not his fault but I feel like strangling him every time I received 'his' spam mail. I just added him and a few friends in my blocked list, no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I would like to touch on password. It is important for all of us to choose a strong password for our account/s to lower the risk of a security breach. I have experience myself on how easy it is to get into an account with low password strength (In the lab + teacher supervision of course, otherwise, it would be illegal for me to do that) So guys, if you have password like 'abc123' please change it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-1199645601568307387?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1199645601568307387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1199645601568307387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/12/spam-password-strength.html' title='Spam &amp; Password strength'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-4288911786354270374</id><published>2010-12-10T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T01:11:01.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opened/Closed</title><content type='html'>Exams are over!&lt;br /&gt;It's time to party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my final paper ended, Katherine and I decided to go to the Singapore Science Center. We spend 27 bucks for SC entry fee + CSI experience + Imax movie. It was worth it. I ate my lunch at the cafe, Nasi Lemak. IT'S FATTENING, I know, but surprisingly, it's cheaper than a cup of instant noodles. We planned to go Orchard but the weather is unpredictable + we didn't bring umbrellas. So we skipped Orchard and went our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, lepak + dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I reached home almost 11 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I met Az in the afternoon and somehow I'm starting to think that open relationship isn't that good at all. But how can a person like me (who is committed to studying and like to do my own stuff most of the time) deals with a serious relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; I can juggle between my studies and love, but studies always come first before anything else. Of course it'll make my partner/boyfriend feels lonely. I admit, sometimes I can't be there for him. So I don't mind (Ok maybe I would, just a tini tiny bit)  if the guy I'm with is dating another girl, as long as he tells me everything. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do that, of course, there must have a sense of trust between both parties OR whatever happens, happens. You just surrender to fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the question is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What do you mean to your partner exactly?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I don't know. Maybe that doesn't matter since it is an open relationship after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-4288911786354270374?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4288911786354270374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4288911786354270374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/12/openedclosed.html' title='Opened/Closed'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-6254179108715875853</id><published>2010-12-06T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T18:31:29.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's new year already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm not stress and that's not a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-6254179108715875853?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6254179108715875853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6254179108715875853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-new-year-already.html' title='It&apos;s new year already?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-9023470142442430878</id><published>2010-11-30T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T01:49:13.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not stress</title><content type='html'>It's 1:34 am everyone and I'm still online.&lt;br /&gt;I finished 99% of my Flash review question.&lt;br /&gt;I have to emphasize this again,&lt;br /&gt;MST is coming [that's fine] but we have practical &amp;amp; quizzes this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat is cursing about everything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel the stress.&lt;br /&gt;Something is WRONG with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-9023470142442430878?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/9023470142442430878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/9023470142442430878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-stress.html' title='Not stress'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-345239154418283649</id><published>2010-11-27T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T23:31:01.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>DidiDada</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I just reached home from dinner with Mom and I haven't change into my PJ.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm missing the person I am dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When am I suppose to complete my Flash review questions? Review questions SUCKS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be going to Macritchie reservoir tomorrow morning for a nature walk with my beloved father.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I super love my parents, seriously. They are really cool people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring it on, NSM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-345239154418283649?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/345239154418283649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/345239154418283649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/11/dididada.html' title='DidiDada'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-8604971142308732464</id><published>2010-11-27T03:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T03:09:38.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Oh I love you too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;As a result of playing too much Tetris, the arrow keys of my laptop's keyboard is not functioning anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story, stop your addiction before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm experiencing withdrawal symptoms too. Wherever &amp;amp; whatever I look at, I will think how to make it a perfect line just like when you play Tetris.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, it makes me feel the world ain't perfect without straight lines.&lt;br /&gt;I can see Tetris in my dream too, aside from The Jonas Brothers.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-8604971142308732464?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8604971142308732464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8604971142308732464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-i-love-you-too.html' title='Oh I love you too!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-2988360779874524875</id><published>2010-11-26T16:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T16:48:49.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Flying colors</title><content type='html'>I passed my maths with flying colors!&lt;br /&gt;1 mistake only, but it's not fair though.&lt;br /&gt;OPEN BOOK! If I knew, I wouldn't burn the midnight oil.&lt;br /&gt;But it's OK... at least I know I'm prepared for my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be busy for the next two weeks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-2988360779874524875?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2988360779874524875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2988360779874524875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/11/flying-colors.html' title='Flying colors'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-9197620711006330766</id><published>2010-11-25T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T02:31:20.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><title type='text'>I should get some sleep</title><content type='html'>It's 2:19 am.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck, I'm still studying maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The more I study, the more confuse I get AND it's not just me alone.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-9197620711006330766?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/9197620711006330766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/9197620711006330766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-should-get-some-sleep.html' title='I should get some sleep'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-1258968543572372988</id><published>2010-11-24T20:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T20:36:13.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On diet</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am on diet.&lt;br /&gt;I eat 3 low calorie meals per day and salad as my snack.&lt;br /&gt;No food 3 hours before bed and exercise 2 hours, 4 days per week (I'm busy, so that's acceptable)&lt;br /&gt;I want to have those swimsuit models body and I am serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was late for school. I called Hakim and our conversation goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;"Yo. I'm late for school!"&lt;br /&gt;"You're always late. What is your reason this time?'&lt;br /&gt;"I dream about The Jonas Brothers. Nick is having problems and he was sharing with me in my dream. I understand how he feels. I did heard my alarm clock ringing, but all I want to be is with Nick"&lt;br /&gt;"Merepek"&lt;br /&gt;"Serious lah! I did dream about them. So is it a valid reason to be late?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Maths quiz :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-1258968543572372988?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1258968543572372988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1258968543572372988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-diet_24.html' title='On diet'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-353375365273179681</id><published>2010-11-22T00:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:43:37.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;If I want to post the name of a particular person, announcing to the world wide web that he is being such an asshole and a pain in the butt, I could, but I won't, for now. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-353375365273179681?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/353375365273179681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/353375365273179681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/11/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-1572786874647360043</id><published>2010-11-19T23:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T23:45:54.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polytechnic'/><title type='text'>Soul searching</title><content type='html'>So I did went to school&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wearing SP t-shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TOaWfVBzJZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HGC6rUZJ2mc/s1600/Photo0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TOaWfVBzJZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HGC6rUZJ2mc/s400/Photo0157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541281856490775954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;We felt as if we were back in secondary school. Aside from what the school had planned for us, we took the initiative to have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MORE &lt;/span&gt;fun by organizing a mini-stupid-game among ourselves. Look at the picture on your left. That's ZC, the cowboy, and we were his target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I also discovered (and proud of it) that I still have the skill to do hola hoops. Oh yeah baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TOaY7HL4bxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/DCsQFTOoDIc/s1600/Photo0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TOaY7HL4bxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/DCsQFTOoDIc/s320/Photo0160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541284532834561810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we hang out. On your right is the DJ which is also from our course, but different class. I don't really know him. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;THANKS&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;FOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; REMIX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;OF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;MUSIC.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, you are being appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we had the best timing for the wheel barrow game, we received a box of Ferrero Roche, plus, free dinner :) Yey-ness. Free food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sitting here with my t-shirt and jeans on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn worried about MST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-1572786874647360043?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1572786874647360043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1572786874647360043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/11/soul-searching.html' title='Soul searching'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TOaWfVBzJZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HGC6rUZJ2mc/s72-c/Photo0157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-6211567364998651344</id><published>2010-11-18T22:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:40:10.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so happy because *hush* it's a secret.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be going to Singapore Polytechnic (Yes, that's my school. LOL) for Sexiest EEE Games Day. No idea what it is about but it sounds sexy ;)&lt;br /&gt;Dad will also be going to my school for bowling with his colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to wear. I don't want to wear school tee!&lt;br /&gt;Yea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I JUST DON'T WANT TO WEAR SCHOOL TEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, today's Flash lesson was incredibly lively today.&lt;br /&gt;Minus the fact that I fell asleep in class for like 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt; It's like auto-hibernation; 5-4-3-2-1 doze off. It's not just me, ZC too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: Today, we'll be learning on how to animate a loading bar.&lt;br /&gt;*Teacher explains &amp;amp; demonstrate*&lt;br /&gt;T: If you try to download a YouTube video using a dial-up connection, it will take you forever. But I'm sure some of you would like to wait longer, because while waiting, you can sleep more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I burst into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Like WHAT?! - "can sleep more"&lt;br /&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;What's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-6211567364998651344?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6211567364998651344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6211567364998651344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/11/sexy.html' title='Sexy'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-1378467742200759911</id><published>2010-11-16T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T17:29:29.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Espanol</title><content type='html'>Today, I've been a really really naughty girl.&lt;br /&gt;Kat keep on hating me every now and then. She can't blame me though, a retard person in the MRT gives me a new way to tease people and now, I'm teasing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for school this morning, luckily, I texted Caryl. She told me our first lesson was CANCELED! So I went to have breakfast with my parents before heading to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought of skipping Report Writing, but we didn't. :)&lt;br /&gt;We did nothing for Mobile Apps, except for squeezing our brain juices to develop a simple game. At the end of the day, what we did, was ENTIRELY WRONG. I told the teacher, I GIVE UP. I don't care, I'm not going to do anything tomorrow because it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARI RAYA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm going to paint my nails. HOT PINK!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, to match with my dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5:28, Spanish lesson starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-1378467742200759911?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1378467742200759911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1378467742200759911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/11/espanol.html' title='Espanol'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-8821981667770454819</id><published>2010-11-13T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T00:45:54.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>No promises</title><content type='html'>I made a MV out of this song during secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, :) with Nab &amp;amp; Qur (I think)&lt;br /&gt;It took place @ Newton.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I don't have the video now.&lt;br /&gt;If I have the time, I would do other MVs.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Every time I listen to this song, it'll remind me of Irsyad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8VO0bXcKkGc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8VO0bXcKkGc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, when we are together, doing things that we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every time you're near I feel like I’m in heaven, feeling high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to let go, girl.&lt;br /&gt;I just need you to know girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna run away, baby you’re the one I need tonight,&lt;br /&gt;No promises.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to run away, I want to stay forever, through Time and Time..&lt;br /&gt;No promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna run away, I don’t wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;No Promises&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, now and forever my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No promises&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-8821981667770454819?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8821981667770454819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8821981667770454819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='No promises'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-7292408048409506909</id><published>2010-11-12T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T00:07:59.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><title type='text'>Best fish burger ever</title><content type='html'>Yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got 46/50 for my network management module. I EXPECT AT LEAST a 48.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeah, I know... I should be thankful for what I have.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After school, I went to Marine Parade for dinner with bf :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He picked me up. How sweet~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Along the way...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I've forgotten to tell Mum that I'll be home late. So Mum called in the late afternoon and asked  what time will I be home. I told her I want to have dinner with my bf. We talked, and there's some misunderstanding between us. I know this might sound childish, but I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;N: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Oh don't cry. Why are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;N: Because I wanna eat claypot rice so badly since Monday and bf is treating me.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Go ahead, go eat with him lah. I didn't ask you to go home, I just ask you what time will you be home.&lt;br /&gt;N: OK. I'll be home late, like really late than usual&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Ok. Enjoy your dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I hang up...&lt;br /&gt;B: Why are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;N: I really really really want to eat Claypot Rice.&lt;br /&gt;B: Awwwwwww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blame it on PMS. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kat said it's not about claypot, it's because I wanted to eat with bf so much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok lah, maybe both.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the end of the day, I didn't order Claypot. I ate FISH BURGER&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I swear the Fish Burger at that coffee shop is the BEST FISH BURGER SET EVER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOVE the fries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had gado-gado too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanks for everything D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After dinner, his Mother came :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeahh...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reached home nearly 10?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ah, I'm done with studying.&lt;br /&gt;1 episode of Gossip Girl before going to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenos noches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-7292408048409506909?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/7292408048409506909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/7292408048409506909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-fish-burger-ever.html' title='Best fish burger ever'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-4499919033060945372</id><published>2010-11-11T13:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T00:04:24.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Injury? Maybe</title><content type='html'>[x] Name: Nurulle&lt;br /&gt;[x] Birthplace: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;[x] Current Location: Singapore Poly, FC 3&lt;br /&gt;[x] Eye Color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hair Color: Black&lt;br /&gt;[x] Righty or Lefty: Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------YOU PREFER------------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pepsi or coke: Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;[x] Single or group dates: SINGLE!&lt;br /&gt;[x] Adidas or Nike: Adidas&lt;br /&gt;[x] Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla :)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cappuccino or coffee: As long as it falls in the coffee category, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------DO YOU------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Smoke:  I don't smoke and I'm proud of it&lt;br /&gt;[x] Take a shower: Of course&lt;br /&gt;[x] Have a crush(es): WHO DOESN'T? YESYESYES!&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you think you have been in love?: Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Want to get married: Yes&lt;br /&gt;[x] Believe in yourself: YES :) I always believe in myself&lt;br /&gt;[x] Play an instrument: Yes, electronic keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------HAVE YOU EVER------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Flown on a plane: Yep&lt;br /&gt;[x] Missed school because it was raining?: Yesh, during my secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Told a guy/girl that you liked them?: Yeah *Insert shy face*&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cried during a Movie?: Haha! Yes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had crush on a teacher?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been caught "doing something": Something?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been in a fight: I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------NUMBER OF-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Number of boyfriends / girlfriends you have: 1&lt;br /&gt;[x] Number of people I could trust with my life: 3&lt;br /&gt;[x] Number of CDs that I own: 1 shelf&lt;br /&gt;[x] Number of tattoos: None&lt;br /&gt;[x] Number of things in my past that I regret: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------FRIENDS AND LIFE------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you ever wish you had another name?: No. I just like to differentiate between real life and my virtual life. That's why I call myself Nurul Anna on the net.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you have a girlfriend/boyfriend?: I guess?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you like anyone?: WHO DOESN'T?!&lt;br /&gt;[x] Which one of your friends acts the most like you?: I'm unique. I guess the answer is NONE.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Who have you known the longest of your friends?: Rachel! Since I was in primary school :)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Who do you hang around the most?: Aisyah, Pris, Kat, Jillyn, Nadiah, Hakim&lt;br /&gt;[x] Whats the best feeling in the world?: Being with those you love&lt;br /&gt;[x] Worst Feeling?: Betrayal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------IN THE LAST 24 HRS------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cried: Yes&lt;br /&gt;[x] Worn jeans: No&lt;br /&gt;[x] Met someone: HAKIM :)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Talked on the phone: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------OPPOSITE SEX------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Best eye color: I'd prefer brown&lt;br /&gt;[x] Best hair color: Black&lt;br /&gt;[x] Short or long hair: Short&lt;br /&gt;[x] Best height: Taller than me will do&lt;br /&gt;[x] Best weight: Not overweight please...&lt;br /&gt;[x] Best first date location: Cinema&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-4499919033060945372?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4499919033060945372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4499919033060945372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/11/injury-maybe.html' title='Injury? Maybe'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-2358072138518711650</id><published>2010-11-08T20:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T21:16:38.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tantrum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I cannot have a credit card. GET IT AWAY FROM ME!</title><content type='html'>I deleted my previous post because it's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DULL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After each one of us did a presentation on Chapter 5 of Mobile Apps module, my lecturer dismiss our class. At that point of time, I was hungry and I am craving for CLAYPOT RICE. I called my boy friend and the conversation goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: D! I want Claypot Rice. I'm craving for it. Can you accompany me to eat today?&lt;br /&gt;B: I can't, I have something on today.&lt;br /&gt;N: But I want Claypot Rice.&lt;br /&gt;B: Mmm... Tomorrow can?&lt;br /&gt;N: Cannot! I want Claypot Rice today! Tomorrow I'll be craving for something else. Tomorrow maybe I don't want to eat Claypot Rice anymore.&lt;br /&gt;B: Then never mind, I'll treat you whatever you want to eat tomorrow. My company will cash-in my salary tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;N: I want Claypot Rice!&lt;br /&gt;B: Can you stop it?&lt;br /&gt;N: Ok. Never mind, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so at the end of the day, I decided...&lt;br /&gt;1) NOT to go to Jurong Point to have Claypot Rice because it's just a waste of money&lt;br /&gt;2) Just go home and eat whatever my Mum or my Aunt cooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want CLAYPOT RICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder if my boy friend will ask himself,&lt;br /&gt;'Why in the world did I met her? Is this some kind of retribution?'&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter though, as long as he's there for me, it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not petty, I'm always thankful for what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm suppose to be studying.&lt;br /&gt;But that can wait, for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I went out with Nadya :) to Orchard and and and...&lt;br /&gt;I BOUGHT A CHOCOLATE WHICH COST $20.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, yes!&lt;br /&gt;Supernice!&lt;br /&gt;It's Valrhona, if you love chocolates, YOU GOT TO TRY IT!&lt;br /&gt;You can purchase it at Ion Orchard, inside Three-Sixty Marketplace (4th floor if I'm not mistaken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush! My parents have no idea how expensive it is.&lt;br /&gt;Dad, if you are reading this, HI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I love my Daddy because he subscribe E! Entertainment for me without unsubscribing my Disney Channel. I thought I would never catch JONAS on my large TV screen. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I should really study now.&lt;br /&gt;My wisdom tooth has make me a wiser person, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that motivational book that I'm currently reading?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-2358072138518711650?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2358072138518711650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2358072138518711650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi-daddy-i-hope-you-dont-get-angry.html' title='I cannot have a credit card. GET IT AWAY FROM ME!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-7979068895526107501</id><published>2010-11-04T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T23:04:06.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para calmar mi sed ;)</title><content type='html'>í qué sientes&lt;br /&gt;Cuando pienso en tí&lt;br /&gt;Una y otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada instante&lt;br /&gt;Que no estas junto a mí&lt;br /&gt;Mi mundo esta al revés&lt;br /&gt;Camino en un desierto cuando tú te vas&lt;br /&gt;No sé si es un espejismo, te siento tan real, baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;Para calmar mi sed&lt;br /&gt;Un día sin tí es como un año sin ver llover&lt;br /&gt;Si escapas otra vez&lt;br /&gt;No sobreviviré&lt;br /&gt;Un día sin tí es como un año sin ver llover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contando estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Oigo en mi mente tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Oyes tú la mía?&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón esta sufriendo la soledad&lt;br /&gt;Soy un desorden&lt;br /&gt;Camino en hojas secas si no estás aquí, en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Regresa, que un diluvio lloraré por tí, oh baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;Para calmar mi sed&lt;br /&gt;Un día sin tí es como un año sin ver llover&lt;br /&gt;Si escapas otra vez&lt;br /&gt;No sobreviviré&lt;br /&gt;Un día sin tí es como un año sin ver llover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regresa aquí, abrazame&lt;br /&gt;Soy un desierto sin tu querer&lt;br /&gt;Vuelve pronto a mí, no seas así&lt;br /&gt;Porque un día sin tí es como&lt;br /&gt;Un año sin ver llover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;Para calmar mi sed&lt;br /&gt;Un día sin tí es como un año sin ver llover&lt;br /&gt;Si escapas otra vez&lt;br /&gt;No sobreviviré&lt;br /&gt;Un día sin tí es como un año sin ver llover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-7979068895526107501?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/7979068895526107501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/7979068895526107501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/11/para-calmar-mi-sed.html' title='Para calmar mi sed ;)'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-4637929269912683638</id><published>2010-11-01T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T01:40:07.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Heck, it's monday</title><content type='html'>It's half past one in the morning and I haven't go to bed yet.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Monday, but I'm thinking of Friday already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is manageable. Tuesday sucks. Wednesday damn tired &amp;amp; plain lazy. Thursday another boring day, but it's the last day of school. I can't imagine I'm going to go through this cycle for this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidil is getting married later this month!&lt;br /&gt;It's surprising. Most of my friends are getting married.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not, and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; plan to get married any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;4-5 years time? Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to enjoy my One Tree Hill for now.&lt;br /&gt;Night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-4637929269912683638?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4637929269912683638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4637929269912683638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/11/heck-its-monday.html' title='Heck, it&apos;s monday'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-1355455361035873273</id><published>2010-10-29T02:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T01:30:51.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><title type='text'>Because of you</title><content type='html'>Friday no school, as usual :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's recap what happened on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;In school &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths is super boring because it's early in the morning and it's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our network and server lecturer suddenly gave us a surprise practical test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was the second person to complete &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with Kat's help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had $2 egg fried rice with fishcakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I drank 2 cups of teh peng&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zhicong is being so lame when he showed me that he can do magic using Flash.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like appearing BALLS on the screen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is what happened&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Z: Nurul. Nurul. Come see, I wanna show you something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Z: Ok. Watch my screen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;*Move his hands randomly at the screen and suddenly the balls appear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laughter from people around me*&lt;br /&gt;N: -___________________- "&lt;br /&gt;LAME lah Zc! LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Z: "It's MAGIC!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: "It's NOT funny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really feel like chopping off his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u&gt; After school. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakim didn't told me he wants to meet me today, so I didn't dress up properly.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind about that.&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping, again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; that cost nearly $400, sounds crazy, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, correction! It's not we bought, because I didn't even contribute a single cent.&lt;br /&gt;Splurge Hakim, SPLURGE &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PS: Just pretend you never saw that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to have dinner together at Popeye's and went to Comics Connection where I saw Siwon's notebook and Lee Minho's photos. I was admiring them when Hakim said enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to arcade to have fun and he finish our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;date&lt;/span&gt; by buying me a nice strawberry sundae from McDonald's :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home half past 11 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-1355455361035873273?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1355455361035873273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1355455361035873273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/10/because-of-you.html' title='Because of you'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-3008332645073696519</id><published>2010-10-28T14:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T16:53:09.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe'/><title type='text'>Joe Jonas Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TMkdDZqMbSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/i0TJTlXONCw/s1600/JoeAsh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TMkdDZqMbSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/i0TJTlXONCw/s400/JoeAsh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532985561466039586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: &lt;a href="http://joejonasweb.com/"&gt;Joe Jonas Web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Joseph Adam Jonas &amp;amp; Ashley Greene look so cute together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TMkihepvfYI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/aD8Ab2hlOLQ/s1600/ytcomment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 51px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TMkihepvfYI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/aD8Ab2hlOLQ/s400/ytcomment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532991575760534914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from YouTube :)&lt;br /&gt;That's beyond my imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TMknjnYUDqI/AAAAAAAAAPY/nhNC3jqLl-Y/s1600/whatthe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TMknjnYUDqI/AAAAAAAAAPY/nhNC3jqLl-Y/s400/whatthe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532997110021230242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://gossipteen.com/2010/09/30/yep-joe-jonas-ashley-greene-have-being-doing-it/"&gt;GossipTeen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never questioned about Joe virginity :)&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn't conclude just because he drank that energy drink, he's not a virgin anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE JOE JONAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-3008332645073696519?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/3008332645073696519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/3008332645073696519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/10/joe-jonas-update.html' title='Joe Jonas Update'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TMkdDZqMbSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/i0TJTlXONCw/s72-c/JoeAsh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-6651456294068523445</id><published>2010-10-27T11:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T02:22:44.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><title type='text'>Soledad</title><content type='html'>[edited]&lt;br /&gt;I choose to sleep instead of going to class and I ended up going to school, just to have lunch with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired from yesterday's ; I end at 730 pm, I meet up my parents after that, we went to eat dinner, and we reach home around 1045.&lt;br /&gt;I still have the mood to finish my homework. I know, what the hell right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6 in the morning, feeling damn tired. I can't think straight and I don't why I'm chanting Spanish words. It's scary, trust me, it's like I'm possessed by some Spanish spirit. I even grab my mobile phone and started to scolding Hakim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked myself in the mirror and started to think whether I should go to school or not. I grabbed my maths notes, read through the new chapter, it seems easy. In fact, it is easy.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: self-study = BACK TO SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, again, at 10 am.&lt;br /&gt;Dress up and ready for school. I brought my laptop, charger and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went to the library. Not to study, but to watch shows!&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed '10 things I hate about you' DVD. That was shown like what - a decade ago but it was fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to boring FYP talk.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to do iPhone Apps :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went to lepak with Hakim. We went out shopping and he take me home.&lt;br /&gt;:) I reach home late, damn late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-6651456294068523445?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6651456294068523445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6651456294068523445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/10/soledad.html' title='Soledad'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-3497800461327026070</id><published>2010-10-25T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T23:47:43.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What's Apple + Teh peng?</title><content type='html'>I'm single because I'm not married.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a relationship; not in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very serious&lt;/span&gt; relationship, we are just&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pretty&lt;/span&gt; serious.&lt;br /&gt;That means we are&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not too&lt;/span&gt; serious and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; serious.&lt;br /&gt;My partner in this relationship just gave me his iPhone 3.5GS because he bought iPhone 4.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still going to upgrade my phone to Galaxy S because I want to have the same phone as my best friend, Aisyah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd week of school.&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with Kat at food court 3.&lt;br /&gt;$2 Mee Goreng + Apple juice + Teh Peng.&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that, although I don't feel like going home.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a nice cold ginger beer on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 2nd week for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;Next week, we will be having a quiz on our Mobile Apps Development module.&lt;br /&gt;I just completed my review question, I score 95/100.&lt;br /&gt;1 mistake, UGH- I want a perfect score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts at 8 tomorrow, I don't feel like going to my 5:30pm class.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I was MIA. I went to have dinner with Kat at food court 6.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, my class is like 1 floor above the food court. I'm just tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice but to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new MSN messenger SUCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-3497800461327026070?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/3497800461327026070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/3497800461327026070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/10/whats-apple-teh-peng.html' title='What&apos;s Apple + Teh peng?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-2728991068996757612</id><published>2010-10-22T23:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T03:23:38.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That boy is mine</title><content type='html'>School is damn tiring &amp;amp; hectic, but I never fail to enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I went home late.&lt;br /&gt;Usually after 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner/shopping/revising after school.&lt;br /&gt;Depending on which day, my 2nd semester ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jillyn &amp;amp; I will spam watching US dramas in between our breaks/lunch.&lt;br /&gt;This is how we, 2A23, enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather sucks, it's hazy and it can't be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for November because Hakim will take me to Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! USS trip&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fully sponsored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My classmates sometimes can be annoying.&lt;br /&gt;AND IT IS SO NOT FUNNY POSTING THAT STATUS ON MY FB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-2728991068996757612?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2728991068996757612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2728991068996757612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/10/that-boy-is-mine.html' title='That boy is mine'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-5767645996504415001</id><published>2010-10-19T01:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:59:43.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polytechnic'/><title type='text'>Ya estoy de vuelta</title><content type='html'>First day of school is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I won 1 for 1 ticket to Singapore Flyer just by eating at McDonald's. Monopoly is back!&lt;br /&gt;2. Just a two hour lesson&lt;br /&gt;3. We didn't do anything chim.&lt;br /&gt;4. Got to meet my classmates after for so long&lt;br /&gt;5. I ate dinner with beloved Katherine.&lt;br /&gt;6. I shouldn't have let go of that one opportunity to bump into someone, just because I think I can bump into another someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it? No? Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so touched by my supporting classmates, who will sacrifice their time to follow me in a quest of finding where &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; will be tomorrow. I'm not going to give any clue who is this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; someone&lt;/span&gt;; it could be my crush or a gossip subject. I don't know, you interpret it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I need motivation besides facebook-ing everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking, am I in 2A03 or 2A23?&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I don't even know what's my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lesson : Game Application Development.&lt;br /&gt;By the end of this module, we should be able to create a simple game for mobile usage.&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping for Modern Warfare or Counter Strike.&lt;br /&gt;All I can think of is project = Element TD.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Nurulle is more creative than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, school starts at 8 am and ends at 730 pm.&lt;br /&gt;I know what's up with the timetable?&lt;br /&gt;+ - &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELEVEN HOURS AND THIRTY MINUTES OF SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's murder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to school, that's 7 hours from now.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I know someone who is taking the same elective as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have dinner date tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Hola! &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="es"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;Ya estoy de vuelta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-5767645996504415001?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5767645996504415001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5767645996504415001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/10/ya-estoy-de-vuelta.html' title='Ya estoy de vuelta'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-6091120667228599613</id><published>2010-10-18T02:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T02:05:45.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polytechnic'/><title type='text'>I know you love me</title><content type='html'>I have school in less than 13 hours from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. This is the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; holiday I have ever had!&lt;br /&gt;Shopping, hang out with my friends and most importantly, enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I partied on Saturday all day long!&lt;br /&gt;I was invited to two parties.&lt;br /&gt;Love + best friend = PURE AWESOMENESS.&lt;br /&gt;Well, sadly, I didn't bring a date for the second party.&lt;br /&gt;What a BUMMER, but I did enjoy the evening.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a curfew, so that explains why I was the last person leaving the party (Initially, I thought of sleeping over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I just slacked at home.&lt;br /&gt;Painted my nails, facial and watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;Mom said she's a bit worried that I am dieting (+exercising too)&lt;br /&gt;I want to have nice legs when by the end of this year.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;I have to wake up at 9. Go out by 10.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at McDonald's and buy a light pink shade of lipstick at Guardian.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2:37.&lt;br /&gt;I will go to sleep once I have finish watching gossip girl&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-6091120667228599613?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6091120667228599613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6091120667228599613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-know-you-love-me.html' title='I know you love me'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-2981825580971665152</id><published>2010-10-13T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T02:52:35.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>WHAT  EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm all gear up for school, although it starts on Monday. I'm so ready for it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New semester, new drama, new friends, new resolution.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This time, die die must get perfect score.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm surprised to learn that Hafiz is in ICT club. I'm an ICT student, but I'm not in ICT club&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be having a badminton session with Kat later today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After badminton, ORCHARD!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel like going school this Thursday. MUST GET MY HANDS ON GOSSIP GIRL SEASON 2 DVD before school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My elective? The revealing eye of photography.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*SMILES* It's easy (It sounds easy. LOL) and it's so convenient (near to McDonald's. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BIRTHDAY PARTY ON SATURDAY!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lost 2kg just by not eating snacks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-2981825580971665152?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2981825580971665152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2981825580971665152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-ever.html' title='WHAT  EVER'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-6439356116823133809</id><published>2010-10-04T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T02:06:54.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polytechnic'/><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>Today is the happiest day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Results are out!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not awesome but it's so much better, way way better than what I expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O-M-G! Semester 1 really taught me the importance of paying full attention in class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My grades are good, but still I think I can do better.  I tend to get distracted in class when there's two things; Internet and cellphone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyday I'll check for the hottest hollywood gossip and play games during class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To tell you the truth, I never concentrate in class during maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I say never, it means NEVER EVER. I didn't even know what the teacher is teaching.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just do some self-studying 1 month before examination.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk about catching up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I passed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I swear I will never do that again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow MOVIES!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next semester = no more fooling around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm considering to apply for Uni at the end of my 2nd year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe. Just maybe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OMG I'm so happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-6439356116823133809?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6439356116823133809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6439356116823133809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/10/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-110085868520664694</id><published>2010-09-25T03:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T03:49:08.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Love is passion. Hate is a passion too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Love-&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TJ0AeRn1TKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cyF6jsf6MBg/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 63px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TJ0AeRn1TKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cyF6jsf6MBg/s400/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520569238352645282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hate relationship can be something wonderful to experience.&lt;br /&gt;You make me suffer and rejoice to the sweet bitterness of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-110085868520664694?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/110085868520664694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/110085868520664694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-hate-relationship-can-be-something.html' title='Love is passion. Hate is a passion too.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TJ0AeRn1TKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cyF6jsf6MBg/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-4710401739292096930</id><published>2010-09-23T19:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T20:27:58.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Tweet-er</title><content type='html'>Ok.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my malay really sucks nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to write an article in malay and the result is disastrous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to learn Bahasa Melayu again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bahasa jiwa bangsa :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post it here when I am done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad asked me what is twitter?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I told him it is similar to blog, only that it is a short update of what you do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad still didn't get the idea why people have twitter. He said, "Why can't you just update by edit your blog every now and then?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speechless. I just ask him to create an account. I told him sometimes, twitter come in handy than blogs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still don't know if he has a twitter. Tweet me, Dad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a great time talking with my girlfriends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Currently, there's a lot of politics involving my classmates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I involved? Of course I am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please be brave enough to face reality. You know who you are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow will it be movies, beach or jalan raya?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I seriously pissed off with this guy. I think he's stalking me on facebook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LAME. *roll eyes*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mum insisted that Harem pants are ugly and I should never ever wear it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haha. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Katherine! LOVELOVELOVE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-4710401739292096930?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4710401739292096930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4710401739292096930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/09/tweet-er.html' title='Tweet-er'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-5342299172622317593</id><published>2010-09-23T03:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T02:06:13.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas Brothers'/><title type='text'>what is passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I JUST BOUGHT JONAS L.A ALBUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a little too late, my bad.&lt;br /&gt;I will unwrap it tomorrow, after I take a nice hot morning shower and sterilize both of my hands.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent my last one hour editing using Adobe Photoshop to create my own firefox persona. The toughest part of all is choosing a picture.&lt;br /&gt;Theme: Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like...&lt;br /&gt;"O-M-G! Ok. This is HOT"&lt;br /&gt;The next few seconds...&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. This is also HOT"&lt;br /&gt;"No, this is hotter!"&lt;br /&gt;"That's it. I can't make up my mind. Kevin, Joe and Nick... Why are you guys are so good looking?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to take pictures from the Jonas L.A photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;I did for like... 3 times to get THE perfect picture of what I want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;This is how it looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TJpcdFJPhQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZNcFxESjUXk/s1600/own.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TJpcdFJPhQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZNcFxESjUXk/s400/own.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519825947962868994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D for a starter, this is quite good. Haha! (Click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have notice the blank space I left at the footer. That is for the loading bar.&lt;br /&gt;The words "We'll need to realize, it's just you and me together" is nicely place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to publish it in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;I think it needs a little touch-up, I'll see what I can improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My portfolio is full of Jonas Brothers stuff and I am proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I did other stuff but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JONAS BROTHERS is my true passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-5342299172622317593?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5342299172622317593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5342299172622317593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-passion.html' title='what is passion'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TJpcdFJPhQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZNcFxESjUXk/s72-c/own.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-7905725282364991089</id><published>2010-09-22T03:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T03:42:39.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas Brothers'/><title type='text'>Forward me to the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Things are just in a mess.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh skip that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been planning for my future these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Australia... here I come!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well, there's a big possibility that I wanna go there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've done some research on where and what course to take.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dreams DO come true and I will prove just that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Information technology or business.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanna get into local uni, but UWS is my first choice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was thinking of Canada earlier...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I told my dad about my idea of going there and he was like 'Canada sounds good!'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So tell me, what does he mean by that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think he thinks that I wanna go for a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imagine, during vacation, I can drop by the states to see my Jonas Brothers!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CONCERTS! Oh yeah baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is possible because I know someone who is a living example of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She wants to remain anonymous, but she got to meet and greet with the person who IS MY BOYFRIEND MATERIAL!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some of my classmates are planning to go on vacation on our final year in poly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Korea, Thailand or Australia? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope it's either Korea or Aussie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking forward to that, with only 3 semester to go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Secondary and polytechnic friends are the best.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow 90210 marathon!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play hard before school reopen, people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-7905725282364991089?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/7905725282364991089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/7905725282364991089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/09/forward-me-to-future.html' title='Forward me to the future'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-5508493628271025705</id><published>2010-09-18T03:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T03:59:43.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sec5BlkB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>This is FUN</title><content type='html'>I had lots of fun on the evening of 17th September 2010.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sec5blkb.blogspot.com/"&gt; Secondary 5 Blk B &lt;/a&gt; Hari Raya gathering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss all my ex-classmates!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;INA! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*grins* you know, I know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both of us went to McDonalds' to have a drink together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't believe when Hadi said, "I thought you like Maths?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since when do I like Maths?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to love physics, but not as much as last time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because of the more complicated formula.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birds are chirping at this hour, again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anyway, it's nice to laugh about all the stupid things we did when we were in secondary school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It shows how kental we are last time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nonetheless, we are happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wouldn't change a thing :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madrasah life is so laid back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now it's so hectic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to jog this morning and buy breakfast. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm fat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To someone, I'm a bit chubby. I'm fat. I NEED to slim down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking forward to meet you again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SEC5BLKB ROCKS BIG TIME!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/hypagyal/raya1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-5508493628271025705?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5508493628271025705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5508493628271025705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-had-lots-of-fun-on-evening-of-17th.html' title='This is FUN'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-7146327287153716120</id><published>2010-09-09T12:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T02:06:32.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Selamat Raya Day</title><content type='html'>Updating blogger in Safari seriously sucks. It was suppose to auto-save but it didn't. Everything I typed was gone, GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that was few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TIhrQ1i_zxI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tFpoSgbSLao/s1600/Photo0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TIhrQ1i_zxI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tFpoSgbSLao/s400/Photo0122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514775680711118610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Currently, I'm in school.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to surf the net, read some book regarding WWII and waiting for waktu berbuka.&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not 'running away' from home because I don't wanna do house chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! This picture is taken purely OUT OF BOREDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Hari Raya!&lt;br /&gt;Mom will be cooking Rendang (My dad asked for it), Sambal Goreng (My dad and I asked for it), Lontong(Standard~) and Serunding daging (I asked for it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*GRINS*&lt;/span&gt; My mother is the BEST of the best.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I'll be wearing turquoise baju kurung for tomorrow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owned this blog ever since I was in Secondary school and I believe that some people were offended by my post over the years.&lt;br /&gt;It's like every year I have been getting comments like, 'Hey Nurulle. S/he is upset because of your post'. I deal with it every year and usually, and my best friend will always say&lt;br /&gt;"Just apologize to that person, it wouldn't hurt to say sorry right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, and most of the time I did (although I think it's not entirely my fault). Only once, both of us think that other person doesn't deserve any apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once, did a friend of mine told me after a heated argument, "You know what, sometimes your words just hurts!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't swear, most of the time, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;People who swears the most shows that they know a little bit of vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;I, sincerely, pity them.&lt;br /&gt;Words can be a powerful weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, kalau ada terkasar bahasa, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hari Raya all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-7146327287153716120?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/7146327287153716120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/7146327287153716120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/09/selamat-raya-day.html' title='Selamat Raya Day'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TIhrQ1i_zxI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tFpoSgbSLao/s72-c/Photo0122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-9059011333546706415</id><published>2010-08-24T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T02:22:18.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar. Lots of it</title><content type='html'>Today.&lt;div&gt;Went to school with my classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primary objective     : Study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondary objective : Have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and guess what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't even achieve our primary target because we are too busy achieving the secondary objective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Meet my FME lecturer to submit our leave of absence from the test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Went to FC5 and wait for the rest to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) This one guy approach us and said that he can guarantee a monthly income of 3K+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you know what I asked?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Excuse me, but is this a scam?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, and I can't believe I actually said that. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course he denies it, but it's something which is too good to be true right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pay a certain amount of money and you will get your 3K+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that pop-up out of my mind: &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONFIRM MLM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did ask him, where the company get our income from? You can't earn if you ask people to pay 8 times lesser than the lesser than the payout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He answered, "Our office rent is cheap, we don't spend on ads..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I.don't.believe.you.honey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part is when he take out the contract form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like, "I can't give you the answer now whether I want to join or not. How am I suppose to believe you? Can I do some research first? Do you have a name card or something?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he replied, "Do you have a boyfriend?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you need to take some time to accept when he ask you for a stead?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But inside your heart you are dying to be with him right? It's the same as this. Do you need to ask your parents for permission when you want to date your boyfriend, no right? All you need is to sign this contract... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*roll eyes* how can you compare choosing a boyfriend and signing a contract?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choosing a boyfriend is easy. I love you, you love me. If you suddenly change your mind, then just stay as friends (in other words, dump him) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scam lor~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MLM sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) We decided to go to the library and play Monopoly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ZC won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER ANNOYING. Can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we play Monopoly, we neopet-ed together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) We realized that our vacation lasts for only 4 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we already had our YOG break, so vacation week is shorten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thought of protesting against it by eating lots and lots of sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will swallow packets of sugars until our demands are met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just joking, but we really thought of that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is why we are laughing non-stop in the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine our face on news 5 tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throw face only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) We went off at 6. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laugh our way to the MRT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-9059011333546706415?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/9059011333546706415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/9059011333546706415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/08/sugar-lots-of-it.html' title='Sugar. Lots of it'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-8999164619304075544</id><published>2010-08-20T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T23:33:08.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study?</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; DICT/2B/23!&lt;div&gt;After our assignment week, we spend our time playing Neopets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Neopets. The one you used to play during your primary school days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Revlon PhotoReady foundation just launched in Singapore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought it for $29.90 at Watsons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It IS the BEST foundation ever, you will never regret it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, yesterday I watched soccer; Singapore VS Montenegro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was awesome, I think finally I'm beginning to believe that maybe one day, we can play in the World Cup tournament. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing to update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Study. Study. Study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exercise. Exercise. Exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Aisyah, can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) *HUGS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-8999164619304075544?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8999164619304075544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8999164619304075544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/08/study.html' title='Study?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-9065357624894078399</id><published>2010-08-16T01:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T02:12:41.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yousuck</title><content type='html'>I honestly can't think of a reason why someone should hate their ex-es. &lt;div&gt;I mean if he did something like abusing you physically and verbally, that's another story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life goes on, and people move on. When you fall in love, you know two hearts would be on the line. If it doesn't last, would you blame your partner for it? I don't. We are just not meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still chat with my ex, not because I am desperate or we couldn't let go of our past. In fact, we've move on. He has a girlfriend, and I like someone else. We gossip and ask each other for advice. No harm doing so. He's like any other friends I have. He told me the person I like looks like a gay(-_-) and I told him his girlfriend eyelashes look so fake (LOL) but there's no feelings between us anymore. Even if we talk about the past, we never regret letting each other go, never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean come on, grow up. What's there to hate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second thing that I don't understand is some people, uses a break-up as reason to be homosexual. Is it really a reason?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, enough of those issues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;YOG opening ceremony was SUPERB&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am proud to be a Singaporean :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This year, my family didn't went out to celebrate National Day. We just watch TV and rot at home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought baju kurung for Hari Raya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's turquoise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Currently planning which make-up look should I do for Raya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More dramatic or natural?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still thinking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel like eating potato chips.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No, I want PASTAMANIA!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-9065357624894078399?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/9065357624894078399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/9065357624894078399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/08/yousuck.html' title='yousuck'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-9147555842585999162</id><published>2010-08-12T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:42:07.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Define fasting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday I reached home at 12:30 am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes, that's after midnight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New record.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought of not going home at first. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I called Papa, to ask if he can pay for my cab fare.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;150% for the cab fare, you think it's cheap?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just now we went school for interview.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and went home straight after that to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow still have to wake up early and go school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's YOG break :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but we are hard-working students mah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Really, we are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh and it's already the 7th month, my friends and I decided to go off a bit early tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's Ramadhan too :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zhicong is buying brownies for our clique tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I ready for exams? HELL NO!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What am I doing today?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoying myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to watch movies for god sake!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I don't have the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my kebaya for raya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I need to go on diet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm fat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and that's unacceptable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-9147555842585999162?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/9147555842585999162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/9147555842585999162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/08/fast-ing.html' title='Define fasting.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-3428436882457700677</id><published>2010-08-09T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T23:23:36.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's national day</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I feel like screaming FML&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had an argument with this someone and it gets really bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're no different from me and I am no different from you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What goes around, comes around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another thing is that I've done something stupid today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*bangs head on the wall* &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This morning I went to school to celebrate National Day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kat, JH, ZC and Syafiq try to do our Server Side Development assignment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It doesn't end there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We still need to complete Internet Client Development assignment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We need to study for upcoming exams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I want to play computer games too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy 45th Birthday Singapore :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-3428436882457700677?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/3428436882457700677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/3428436882457700677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-national-day.html' title='It&apos;s national day'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-1616585318511387361</id><published>2010-08-09T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T03:06:30.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is so crazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I'm falling for someone ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My girlfriend, Aisyah is the best!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate distraction. I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. must. get. him. out. of. my. head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just impossible. Maybe it's not. No, it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I went to VivoCity with Mom and I bought a new boho-dress from Forever 21.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so good today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had Korean food at Woodlands for lunch, and it sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked for beef and the person gave me seafood. I didn't realise it until I ate half of the plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Novena Square 2 is still the best, Raffles too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holiday has just begun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's assignments, e-learning and I have to study for the upcoming exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what's the meaning of holidays?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It means NOTHING at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-1616585318511387361?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1616585318511387361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1616585318511387361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-so-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-7500651041883491195</id><published>2010-08-02T02:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T02:43:40.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't change a thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;It's like he doesn't hear a word I say&lt;br /&gt;His mind is somewhere far away&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like&lt;br /&gt;(She's way too serious)&lt;br /&gt;All he wants is to chill out&lt;br /&gt;(She's always in a rush)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me wanna pull all my hair out&lt;br /&gt;(And interrupting)&lt;br /&gt;Like he doesn't even care&lt;br /&gt;(Like she doesn't even care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, me&lt;br /&gt;We're face to face&lt;br /&gt;But we don't see eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like fire and rain&lt;br /&gt;You can drive me insane&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stay mad at you for anything&lt;br /&gt;We're Venus and Mars&lt;br /&gt;We're like different stars&lt;br /&gt;But you're the harmony to every song I sing&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always trying to save the day&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna let my music play&lt;br /&gt;She's all or nothing&lt;br /&gt;But my feelings never change&lt;br /&gt;(Why do you try to read my mind?)&lt;br /&gt;I try to read her mind&lt;br /&gt;(It's not good to psychoanalyze)&lt;br /&gt;She tries to pick a fight&lt;br /&gt;To get attention&lt;br /&gt;That's what all of my friends say&lt;br /&gt;(That's what all of my friends say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm yes, she's no&lt;br /&gt;When I hold on, he just lets go&lt;br /&gt;We're perfectly imperfect&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn't change a thing, no&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A perfect song to describe what I'm feeling inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-7500651041883491195?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/7500651041883491195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/7500651041883491195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/08/wouldnt-change-thing.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t change a thing'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-4459393526269290435</id><published>2010-07-30T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T21:43:24.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>l o v e l u r v e</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;LoveLOVElove.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boyfriend bought for me a white gold necklace.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ohhh we went together. I love it love it love it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next week is a surprise. I love surprises&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe forgive and forget is the best option.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No, it is the best option.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want a gentleman who treats me like a queen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I got it :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's why I'm very very very very very happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also love Siwon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't stop thinking about him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A lot of assignments to be due next week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't even started yet, not even one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-4459393526269290435?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4459393526269290435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4459393526269290435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/07/l-o-v-e-l-u-r-v-e.html' title='l o v e l u r v e'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-5726939255748825663</id><published>2010-07-26T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T00:21:59.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>minutes past midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm really really really damn pissed right now because of this someone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are trying to put the blame on us. Don't think I don't know that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The problem is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; us, the problem &lt;strong&gt;is you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't think that I don't know anything. I know everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today is your day. Tomorrow it's ours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You.are.going.down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I'm going to be a maths freak anytime soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's kinda scary~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like maths but I do it all the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The shower usually peaks on July 28 and July 29&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some meteors can also be seen from July 18 - August 18&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;:D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's 21 minutes past midnight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good night everyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-5726939255748825663?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5726939255748825663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5726939255748825663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/07/minutes-past-midnight.html' title='minutes past midnight'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-4808683407395012412</id><published>2010-07-26T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T01:30:59.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JB</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had too much sleep today and my head hurts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm so excited about this friday because we are going for a picnic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh- I won a Justin Bieber's CD and poster.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never thought I would win, that's why I entered the contest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seriously.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I  already plan out what I'm going to do after my diploma.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only thing is I haven't decide whether to continue my studies or start my career.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have plans for both.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know what I love to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know what I want to study.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is confusing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got to know that now O level has Arabic Language as third language.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They have listening comprehension, written and oral examination.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interesting...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate when people underestimate for who I am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good night!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-4808683407395012412?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4808683407395012412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4808683407395012412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/07/jb.html' title='JB'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-4063776739062985494</id><published>2010-07-18T03:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T03:32:54.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jemi</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Orchard for breakfast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Killiney Curry puffs are worth dying for.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had Mee Siam, curry puff with teh-o for breakfast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We then bus-ed to Marina Square.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NDP rehearsal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They closed the DNA bridge. Damn it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We planned to go Marina Sands, but we changed our mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We decided to take a fight on Singapore Flyer instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The view is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;awesomely stunning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I forgot to bring along my camera.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AND MY MOBILE PHONE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had Popeye for lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After that, we head to Orchard back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KINOKUNIYA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My beloved, understanding, awesome mother bought for me Teens Vogue because she saw Joe and Demi on the cover.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE YOU MOM!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mum also support the Jemi movement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Running nose sucks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-4063776739062985494?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4063776739062985494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4063776739062985494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/07/jemi.html' title='Jemi'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-8482506059167942063</id><published>2010-07-16T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:52:32.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna and Joe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TD-7RR55gDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uIt9iAzeTbQ/s1600/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TD-7RR55gDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uIt9iAzeTbQ/s400/lol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494315975953711154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-8482506059167942063?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8482506059167942063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8482506059167942063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/07/anna-and-joe.html' title='Anna and Joe'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ7YeM0dRe0/TD-7RR55gDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uIt9iAzeTbQ/s72-c/lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-4877038922199021000</id><published>2010-07-15T08:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:42:09.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TMEsIeEVmyU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TMEsIeEVmyU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy! I had this for breakfast. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Joe. Jonas. Is. BURNIN'. HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He should really star in a movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-4877038922199021000?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4877038922199021000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4877038922199021000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-breakfast.html' title='My breakfast'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-6506773177660837850</id><published>2010-07-14T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:44:31.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This morning, paiseh~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was in the train, sleeping and I didn't realise that Syafiq was standing in front of me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worst, he sat beside me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The moment I wake up, I saw his face sia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can you imagine?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and my sleepy face?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lost my thumbdrive last semester.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't tell anyone about it. Only my beloved classmates know about it, didn't even buy a new one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But today, I received a call. SOMEONE ACTUALLY WANTED TO RETURN MY THUMBDRIVE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank god.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I scored 85/100 for my financial management test.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was surprised. LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never pay any attention during class :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm watching my 'children' playing Gears of War 2.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm bored.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-6506773177660837850?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6506773177660837850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6506773177660837850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-lost-my-thumbdrive-last-semester.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-1824773804871013320</id><published>2010-07-13T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T00:28:01.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch and learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spain WON!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It paid off to stay up and watch the whole match.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BF and I stayed up until 5:30 AM.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I woke up at 8:30 for school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to go to school because the whole class pon last lesson and the teacher called me and Zhicong. LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today the teacher was like, "I was surprised that even Nurulle never turn up for my lesson"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I told her the truth I watched football.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My classmates told her the truth that they pon just to play games together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think she's glad that we are telling the truth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Naughty students...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today's date went great!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had chicken murtabak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We teased each other a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know you like me ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YEY! Boyfriend's bike is fixed?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm NOT going for CCA this friday because I am going to a soccer match.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who said girls can't play soccer? Watch and learn guys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch and learn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-1824773804871013320?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1824773804871013320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1824773804871013320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/07/watch-and-learn.html' title='Watch and learn'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-2848385119768438519</id><published>2010-07-12T00:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T00:10:03.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Integrate this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;UGH- Maths is frustrating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't believe I have forgotten how to do Integration&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I suck. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holland VS Spain?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holland is going to win&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a Spain supporter but my guts are telling me Holland is going to win.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was surprised that Germany lose to Spain last match.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too surprised that I went "?! What the ?!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bet my Spanish teacher is going to give us a day off if Spain takes the title&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday will be a date?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday will be a very very very long day. I thought of having dinner at Adam Road.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday Financial Management test. No idea what's going on. I just know how to calculate, theory? ZERO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday, MOVIES WITH CLASSMATES! Love 2B23.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday... hang out at school, gaming or movies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should go for CCA this Friday, that is IF I'm not tired.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've planned that this national day I should wear Spain's jersey to celebrate 44th years of Singapore Independence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ironic isn't it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who cares, as long as it's red.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fasting month is coming. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 day buka with my friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 day buka with my ex-classmates, Sec 5 Blk B (Well, I hope someone organise something)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 day buka with my best friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poly friends? Mmm... Maybe?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hari Raya is on September?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THAT'S MY EXAM WEEK!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mon 6.9.2010 - Fri 17.9.2010&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope the premier of Camp Rock 2 is after my exams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, this morning I kiss my TV set when I saw Joe Jonas on Disney Channel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I literary kiss my TV.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joe Jonas is my life, Nick too. Not forgetting Kevin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JONAS BROTHERS is my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While waiting for the match to start, I thought of making a scrap book of JB.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh yeah, I should.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just bought Gossip Girl DVDs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-2848385119768438519?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2848385119768438519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2848385119768438519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/07/integrate-this.html' title='Integrate this.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-8374806108588641881</id><published>2010-07-08T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T02:04:22.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss and tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I skipped one lesson this morning so that I can sleep more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought of going to the 10 AM class, but I woke up at 9:45 AM.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took a bath, had breakfast. By then it was 10:45 AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I calculate my time, if I went out at 11 AM, I will reach school at 12.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Class ends at 12:30. Aya, no need to go lah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My head still hurt from Sunday injury.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the first time, my bf and I went to a real date.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;By that, I mean no Warcraft. Just the both of us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't believe he ate ROTI PRATA TELOR BAWANG.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's MY favourite because it has ONIONS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should have think of that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ordered 3 Roti Prata Kosong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But he gives a bit of his RPTB&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want that plushie, D!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nah, I want a bigger one!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PASTE THAT TRANSFORMER THINGY ON YOUR BIKE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a big fan of Transformer, be it cartoon or the movie. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Minus Megan Fox.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, and bf just change his display picture on FB.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's BETTER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We can work this out together :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let's go arcade this Saturday. I know you're reading my blog ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On Thursday, I went to the movies with my classmates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pris, Jade, Kat, Zhicong and Jianhong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had FUN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You go in first" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"No, you go in"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I don't know lah, you go in"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Guys, we are at the front entrance. Everybody is watching us"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"No you go in"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Aya! I go in first lah"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9 temples ain't that scary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok la~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we go arcade where everybody contribute money to win little plushies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a bunny!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shall post the picture tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Germany VS Spain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really really really had NO confidence in my team. So when people asked me who will win, I told them "Germany"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was shocked that the final score is 1-0 and SPAIN WON.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like what Dad said, "Football is not a matter who is the best team, it's about how you play on that day itself"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SPAIN VS HOLLAND IN THE FINALS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking about football, I can't believe Christiano Ronaldo gave 10 million just to silence the mother of his child. He didn't want to settle down with her because she likes to party?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Come on, he loves to party too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think he's so proud of himself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ah, it's 1:46 AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Better not to be late for tomorrow's lesson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-8374806108588641881?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8374806108588641881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8374806108588641881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/07/kiss-and-tell.html' title='Kiss and tell'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-5874915065220846325</id><published>2010-07-06T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T01:23:38.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a good day</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reached school 25 minutes late. Overslept&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really can't believe that I really score for my database management module.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought I failed sia. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I remember playing Warcraft on the night before the exams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I swear I would never do that again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had Strawberry Red Tea with Curry Puff for breakfast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had lunch with Nadya :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Huhu...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Class end early, but we stayed at school to play Warcraft.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;From 2, until 5.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow Spanish class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;:D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just finish WC-ing with bf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I shall watch a movie after this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's 1:22 AM and I don't care.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-5874915065220846325?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5874915065220846325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/5874915065220846325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-is-good-day.html' title='Today is a good day'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-8122106088743979817</id><published>2010-06-26T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T08:40:19.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spain VS Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wednesday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was right; we didn't went to the movies. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was so kecoh about having quarter pounder for lunch so he brought me to McDonald's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As usual, we eat a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fillet-O-Fish meal + 20 Pieces of Chicken McNuggets + Apple pie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We sit down and talk about stuffs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After that, we went buy some things then exercise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can do pull-ups ^-^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing exciting. In the afternoon, we lepak with his members.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surprisingly, I can do 'irab.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They were doing their homeworks while lepak-ing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's cool to have a polytechnic student to know how to do 'irab, they say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ya lor, I'm an ex-madrasah student. Hello?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can do 'irab but not composition. My vocab rabakkk~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went shopping with Mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought a new ANKLET.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's gold, with purple beads. I love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also bought this cute gray cardigan ^-^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate Tortilla Chicken for breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mee Siam and Chicken Pau for lunch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going for a date this Sunday after work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yey-ness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is wonderful. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought something for Aisyah from KL ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-8122106088743979817?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8122106088743979817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8122106088743979817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/06/spain-vs-chile.html' title='Spain VS Chile'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-7676167257284982172</id><published>2010-06-23T02:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T03:18:48.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush hush hush hush</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Later on today, we will be watching a movie together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He wants to see The Karate Kid. I was thinking of the A-team or 22 bullets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bet we will ended up not watching any movies, just eat and gossip all day long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Warcraft for tomorrow. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so tired, slept at 5 last night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All because of soccer and talking too much on the phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A friend just told me my English didn't suck at all after playing a vocabulary game.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My English sucks big time&lt;i&gt; lah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm surprised that I know a lot of things about Adolf Hitler. I didn't take history during secondary school. I don't even know how come I know so much things about him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Books? Maybe. At least I am not like (I forgot her name. LOL) One of my schoolmate who is obsessed over Putin. Every time we went to the library, she would borrow a book about him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I need to read more about US history. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeah, we were talking about educational stuff all day long. &lt;b&gt;Unbelievable.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know if I am stupid, but I just know that money notes are made out of cotton.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If John didn't tell me, I still think it's paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate Jamu although it helps me to get slimmer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aisyah ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know I know, we know so hush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spain won!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Told you they will win the next match.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't believe FRANCE is OUT, South Africa too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's happening?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bf can't believe I'm so into football. I am more fanatic than he is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh well - I think I need to get some sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's 3:11 AM.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buenas Noches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-7676167257284982172?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/7676167257284982172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/7676167257284982172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/06/hush-hush-hush-hush.html' title='Hush hush hush hush'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-6238447544687278915</id><published>2010-06-21T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T00:53:35.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Asia.</title><content type='html'>The trip to KL was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INCREDIBLY AWESOME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) &lt;div&gt;I bought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom          : Medium size brown bag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad             : Shirt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aunt           : Small size brown bag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boyfriend   : T-shirt and something *hush-hush*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ann             : Small size white bag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everybody : Coffee and Vanilla flavored tea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say, making coffee in the morning for someone is a way to express that you love him/her. Vanilla flavored tea is simply because I can't find it in Singapore. I'm sharing the love with the people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had Korean food for lunch today! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BF asked me out, he's still recovering though.  I'm surprised &amp;amp; H-A-P-P-Y.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YEY-ness! Tomorrow or Tuesday?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love is hard. If it was easy, it wouldn't mean nothing though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Die die must dye. Red, done. What's next?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My neighbour is so damn annoying. They are blowing whistles, and it's 1234 am now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I lose my patience, I swear I will shout and ask them to shut up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ahhhh... tonight, I shall watch Melrose Place, Gossip Girl and Drop Dead Diva.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I kinda miss The OC and Greek.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok, so Melrose Place, Gossip Girl, then Greek and The OC.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One episode each? LOL. Maybe I should stick to one to avoid confusion between the storylines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GREEK that is!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holy, I can't believe I think Cappie is cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe he IS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm still thinking where the hell did I put my bf's bike key.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh well, I'm going to watch Greek.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 25px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:19px;"&gt;αντίο. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-6238447544687278915?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6238447544687278915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6238447544687278915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/06/truly-asia.html' title='Truly Asia.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-6818469292930372985</id><published>2010-06-16T03:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T03:28:55.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola! Hola!</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's been such a long time since I blogged. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's OUT and holidays are IN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I don't want to hear a single thing about school, including my mid-semester results. And that explains why I am not in school today (I don't think any of my classmates turned up, ok lah, except one or two).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, I'm watching Brazil VS North Korea with my bf &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(&amp;amp; his dad)&lt;/span&gt; and I'm bored. It's not that I'm not into football but the match is just so not happening. I can't wait for the match to end. Someone get me another cup of coffee please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We fight over Warcraft too much; both of us just can't stop playing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm addicted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait a minute, I AM ADDICTED TO WARCRAFT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Internet at home can be so annoying. After sometime, it will disconnected by itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sleepy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ZzZzZz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-6818469292930372985?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6818469292930372985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6818469292930372985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/06/hola-hola.html' title='Hola! Hola!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-4733594726367093499</id><published>2010-05-31T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T16:41:23.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subway eat fresh</title><content type='html'>Life never been great, especially when you have installed Warcraft 3 in your laptop ^-^&lt;br /&gt;Mini games and dotA rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite sometime since I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First and foremost, ohh yeaaa, a lot of assignments babyyyy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know me, I slack.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LAST MINUTE work often produce superb result.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No, please don't try that at home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;On Saturday, I went out with Aisyah and the girls. We had an awesome super duper time together. We went to Seoul Garden for lunch! I think I eat quite a lot, no, correction, I EAT A LOT, I wouldn't be surprise if I grow fat these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then head to the DNA thingy, you know, Marina Sands Resort there. Oh yeah, less than 3 hours after the buffet, my stomach grumbling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak besaaarrr, kene makan banyaakkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ordered McDonald's happy meal and gave the toy to Zafira/Irfan :)&lt;br /&gt;I must remind myself repeatedly, that I. am. no. longer. a. kid. anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically we just do some window shopping and Aisyah, I LIKE your shoes lah!&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, THANKS AISYAH for the post on your blog :)&lt;br /&gt;I love you veryveryvery the much!&lt;br /&gt;I bet she had a really really really bad hangover after too much drinking of the 'potion'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, here I am, at Foodcourt 5.&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling well~&lt;br /&gt;Headache and feverish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bnet, 1VS1. Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-4733594726367093499?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4733594726367093499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/4733594726367093499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/05/subway-eat-fresh.html' title='Subway eat fresh'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-8729942981682177295</id><published>2010-05-22T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T21:45:49.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eobseul mankeum ddwigo itneungeol</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"If only I knew back then, who you really are... I wouldn't even hurt you, not a tiny bit. I wish I could turn back time, and take it all back. Please let me make it up to you..." &lt;/blockquote&gt;Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Baby girl, Saranghae..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-8729942981682177295?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8729942981682177295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8729942981682177295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/05/eobseul-mankeum-ddwigo-itneungeol.html' title='Eobseul mankeum ddwigo itneungeol'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-8917992828626885738</id><published>2010-05-22T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T01:42:51.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1:42 am</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I passed my Basic Theory Test.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I can do it with my eyes closed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok, I lied. How can I do the test if I couldn't read the questions?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have my PDL already.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG D! I GOT PDL LAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PDL!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PDL is not a big deal, actually.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last night was my first driving practical lesson.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Syokkkkk~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a fast learner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't ever underestimate me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PMS sucks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warcraft 3, game on, D!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-8917992828626885738?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8917992828626885738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/8917992828626885738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/05/142-am.html' title='1:42 am'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-2679430893902915484</id><published>2010-05-20T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:59:47.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We thought of going to the movies...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But here we are... dota-ing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-2679430893902915484?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2679430893902915484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2679430893902915484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-6001177467587764407</id><published>2010-05-19T09:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T09:53:57.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom Boom Pow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Late for ICD lecture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Currently, in lecture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still have the guts to blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The lecturer just said something about milk powder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NaN milk powder, never heard of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to hand-in ICD assignments on Friday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only 60% completed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I.need.food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday it rained heavily, 2B23 thought we are the only humans alive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spanish ends early~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TIRED. TIRED. TIRED.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must complete all assignments by today, so that I can go out tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YEY!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-6001177467587764407?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6001177467587764407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/6001177467587764407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/05/boom-boom-pow.html' title='Boom Boom Pow!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-2640959161415314338</id><published>2010-05-18T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:54:32.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uno, Dos, Tres!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went for check up this morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stomach pain many many.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanks to Pris &amp;amp; sleep, I am okay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YEY- Spanish class after this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow, I am going to BBDC to do some practices.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday, a date. IP Man 2 and The Last Song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday, BTT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daddy took half day today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's for dinner?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SPICY SEAFOOD NOODLES!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Less spicy, por fabor...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This sem, must get As!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All As, except for Maths?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-2640959161415314338?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2640959161415314338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/2640959161415314338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/05/uno-dos-tres.html' title='Uno, Dos, Tres!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115795157881929525.post-1612279801522230632</id><published>2010-05-16T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:42:11.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life ROCKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My facebook account kena hacked sia AND my gmail too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Luckily I'm smart enough and able to recover everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stupid hacker, %^&amp;amp;* you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fill it with whatever you wish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took my mind off things this afternoon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pataya fried rice with grilled fish is nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or should I say only the fish?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHEERS TO TEH PENG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ugh- assignments, assignments~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Aisyah is ultra super duper hyper, I'm just hyper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would never ever forget you Aisyah. Even if Joe Jonas is my husband.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't mind sharing him with Demi, really.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOLs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's the one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't believe Aisyah has more tweets than I do. OMG- I CAN'T BELIEVE it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You ARE addicted!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it really OBVIOUS?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh well ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loving 3 brothers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love Cinderella's Stepsister too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2pm is cool. I'm a bit into kpop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A BIT ONLY...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today's topic on Singapore talking, "Youths and their privacy in the cyberspace"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have nothing to hide from my parents, my dad has my facebook. He knows I have a blog. I don't have problems with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my parents! Both of them are COOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ohhhh and I bought SAMSUNG CORBY PRO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do I describe it? It's like a cheap version of the iphone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Samsung is awesome. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give me 100 iphone, I would still choose Samsung. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because Samsung has served me since my SECONDARY SCHOOL DAYS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OMG- Sezairi's broken is now on Suria.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*Breatheless*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dad loves him?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HAHA- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I know I never told you that I love you... &lt;s&gt;now it's all too late&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singapore's talking is ON&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;:) going to iron my clothes soon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;:D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115795157881929525-1612279801522230632?l=therealnurulle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1612279801522230632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115795157881929525/posts/default/1612279801522230632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealnurulle.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-rocks.html' title='Life ROCKS'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598725575192928880</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></entry></feed>
