<?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-25794809</id><updated>2011-04-22T15:53:00.895+13:00</updated><title type='text'>this world is full of unwanted crap...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-115294774370049832</id><published>2006-07-15T17:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T20:15:44.283+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/1600/PicMe!000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/200/PicMe%21000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;--this picture was taken yesterday during our day out to Esplanade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where did we go yesterday? We went to many places indeed..Ijie's family and I went to Paya Lebar. Her mum supposed to have a job interview so after all the chit chatting was over, what we do next?Window shopping!! As you ppl know that there is one humongous This Fashion outlet over there. And i discover something...the price range in the Paya Lebar This Fashion outlet is so much cheaper than other outlet. I think so ah...Ok we didn't spent much time there cos Raffee was waiting for us at City Hall. Then off we go...Ijie's family drop off at Raffles Place while Ijie and I went ahead to City Hall.  Seeing Ijie's family depart seems such a sweet sorrow but what the heck, they will meet someday somehow.(there's a history behind it only certain ppl understand)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So off we go to City Hall. We walked for a while around Marina, bought some tidbits for self indulgence,hehe, and by 7 pm we were on our way to the Merlion. We sat there laugh like crazy ppl. Though we knew ppl are staring at us but we really needed that cheer-ourself-up moment. Moments later Su came. So we ended with four lunatic humans.hahak! From where we sat(the big steps area), we can hear the loud music from the Esplanade outdoor stage. It was super loud we can actually make up what is the lyrics of the song. We sat there like no one business for donkey hours. Soon we got super hungry then we head off to lau pah sat! YEA!! Food haven! But once we reach there, we kind of lost our appetite. So we just ate satay. On our way back home everyone was seated at the different corner of the bus. Our energy was so drained to the max, all of us ended up sleeping accept for me lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that was what our day was about. Now im having a headache. Got to have some sleep now...chiow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/25794809-115294774370049832?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115294774370049832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=115294774370049832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115294774370049832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115294774370049832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-picture-was-taken-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-115269879738069736</id><published>2006-07-12T18:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:06:37.486+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans ahead....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im so bored at home! See what i do for myself~hehek~! kind of BOLD writing me being the sweetest gerl around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;         School gonna reopen soon. Im like soooo in the mood for school.. hehe. maybe becos i've been holidaying for too long! Im so glad that i did make some friends even before i start school. It seems that everyone around me is doing their part in introducing ppl in the same school as me.hehe...thanks ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;        Plans ahead....well i did some planning for myself and the gang. Thought of visiting my all time favourite spot, the Esplanade. Yea! Thats my fav place of all time...~hehe~! I love,love,love that place! Ok...i think i said this a million times but what the heck...i still love to repeat it a million times too....~hehe~Maybe this time i'll go with my NYP friends. It has been donkey months since i last saw them. Wonder what they are up to now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;       Aiya....gtg now! Got to help mum in the kitchen. If not, dun even try mentioning of going out. I'll be dead meat! hahak....tata!Luv ya....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~sweet nurul blasting off!!!!!!!~         &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/25794809-115269879738069736?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115269879738069736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=115269879738069736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115269879738069736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115269879738069736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/07/plans-ahead.html' title='&lt;centre&gt;Plans ahead....&lt;/centre&gt;'/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-115235547240495536</id><published>2006-07-08T23:03:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:44:32.570+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;**8 July 2006**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;At last! My sis, out of this house finally..It's not something happy mind you~! Its just that i finally got the whole house to myself for the whole of 10 months. Of courselah i miss her~! Her stay for the whole full 2 months here was quite fun eventhough she nags alot abt me and bgr stuffs[she can be quite a nagger sometimes!]. She even nags in her sleep! ~hahak~ that was really funny. You people should see it live in action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Did i mentioned where she went? Well...she went to KL for further studies. She's in her third yr now so she will soon re-enter the working world again!~wuahahaha~! While she's over there, i'll sure missed all the nagging esp abt all my guy friends. She knows almost everything about my life.From all the junks i kept in my wardrobe to my fav qoute and worse, she sometimes can read my mind! Whoa....thats freaky! Maybe im just predictable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;But one thing i wun forget for the time being...the conversation we had about stuff that had got to do with the heart, easy said...~love~! She said that i was rather happy this few weeks. Well...i'm the happy2 type of person. Imagine me being even happier. Unimaginable right? ~hahak~...its ugly! I love to smile...and imagine me smiling even frequently now? haiz.... U should see my condition when i just broke up...it was like ORHMIGOSH!!! I was in the worse of the worse situation. I mean i look dead. i realised the deadness in me ~???~ but i wasnt strong enuf to change that condition. Going to school was worse cos my class was like in the heat of a romantic drama.It seems that everyone got their own erm2*~! People get into relationship while me, get out of relationship. I was sick most of the time. I suffered migraine...everything was upside down. When i'm outside, i looked normal. But there was one time i couldn't take it anymore i actually broke into tears while having a conversation with my friend on the phone! It was very paiseh lah...cos on the other line was a guy. If it was a girl maybe she understand but a guy? I think all sort of comment must be running in his mind.~ but all he said was"...just cry your heart out gerl..."! it was nice of him to say that but i still paiseh sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;i do admit that i'm happy now. Sometimes, my happy aura seems to be so overwhelming that i can hardly get some sleep. ~haha~... i'm still not sure what actually the cause of it. My friends said that i was in love. ~haha~ love....such a funny thing! And indeed a confusing topic. But i do have a little dilemma here.. Only my frends knows about it. Its about principle and my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;oklah...i'll stop here for now. Better not get so long winded or else i wun have any topic to type tomorrow. Tomorrow! yeah...shopping day!Marina...here i come!~wuahahaha~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25794809-115235547240495536?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115235547240495536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=115235547240495536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115235547240495536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115235547240495536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/07/8-july-2006-at-last-my-sis-out-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-115228757749636032</id><published>2006-07-08T02:48:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T05:16:56.970+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;**7 july 2006**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;It has been a very tiring week i shall say. Monday to Thursday i went out from morning to night. Friday, which is today, i went out from afternoon till ard 5 plus. Hmm...Outside seems to be such a boring place for me now. I really got no more place i could go. I mean new places. Sunday also Im goin out but to dunno where. Wonderinf whether i shuld go out 2moro. I do have plans for 2moro but Im scared that my dear daddy might ground me for another week. Well he grounded me once so what are the chances he might do it again! Arghh...i cant bear the grounded period! It was the worse time ever....imagine lah u have to face the four walls of ur house for the whole period of 1 wk! ORHMIGOSH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;haiz....i feel so bored now. realli lah...since my fren went for NS, a lot of things change. My gerlfren grew quieter now, we are busy with our on work but as for me, im preparing for school term to start. I got no one else to disturb. Usually when im bored to the very max, the first person i call would be him [the guy who went for NS]. We always got things to talk about. His gerl dun realli mind when i chit chat with him. I know my limit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm...now im realli2 bored! Maybe i just do some drawing to entertain myself? Den go to sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;such a bored day....... :o(&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/25794809-115228757749636032?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115228757749636032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=115228757749636032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115228757749636032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115228757749636032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/07/7-july-2006-it-has-been-very-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-115199210084754973</id><published>2006-07-04T18:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T18:48:20.856+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;its 01:25 now...i should be getting ready cos my siblings wants to go Science  Centre dunno for what lah...Actually going there is not such a bad idea cos the last time i went there, it was during sec sch yrs. They should have a tiny bit of changes by now lah. If still the same, i got no comment .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aniwae, i dun have any particular topic for today. Then worse still,there will be electric shut down here bcos they're doing some upgrading here. So expect all kind of 'music' here! Haiz...there goes my sleepless night again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This thurs, a fren of mine going on NS. i cant imagine,we, having a group outing without him. i'll miss him lots and lots. Though he is not someone particularly special to me, he is such a great friend. He is one of kind. I know that is so cliche! But its true. He is one and only. I nvr seen someone so caring like him. He do have his on bad points like he's easily  demoralised by words and so on and so forth. He got a steady girlfriend but he nvr ever take his other girlfren forgranted...hardly u can find people like that. Well thats my opinion but i dunno abt the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oklah...gtg go! Sis doing her shouting routine again!better get ready soon!tata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25794809-115199210084754973?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115199210084754973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=115199210084754973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115199210084754973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115199210084754973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-0125-now.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-115175358640084806</id><published>2006-07-01T23:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T00:33:06.416+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/bpg0/y.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/bpg0/o.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/bpg0/u.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/bpg0/t.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/bpg0/h.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;hi there again! Just came back from a shopping spree with my friends,cousin and niece. It was fun out there but whenever i set foot into this empty house ~not actually empty. Everyone is out so i'm alone...sob2~, a huge sense of boredom surround me like urghh...i hate that feeling for goodness sake! So...what did i do to eliminate that urghh inside me??Of cos...I used it to type in an entry of the day.Yeah!~whatever!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Topic of the Day! YOUTH. Youth are people like you ~who?~ and me ~like duh?!~ around my age ~i'm 19 this yr~ and below,i guess. Or maybe 21 yrs and below. Hmm should be Lah...Wondering why i suddenly came out with this topic? Everything began when we were walking, damn slow, along Heeren. Well we saw people of cos but this girl with black tube top with white super tiny skirt matching with black lace belt walked infront of us with her own group of friend really stands out. I mean she look gothic. Gothic is the IN thing now. Even my dear darling doing some catching up with gothic fashionista. Haiz...So my pri 5 niece opened her mouth to asked a super bonus question. ~hehe~ she's like me, just loves to ask question but cnt deny that i do ask some stupid questions myself! What did she ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Auntie Nurul, why that girl wear so sexy then i cnt wear like that?" said my little girl~u should see her face.OMIGOSH super innocent!~ So i answered. I told her that she wasn't old enough to carry off that kind of fashion and of cos i warned her not to even think of wearing one, i mean the tube. Then she begin all her long winded questions which, of cos, come with long winded answers.~hahak~ ok to make the story short, i choose one of the question she gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;~"Auntie Nurul, then what is like to be 19 like you??"~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;And there was only one answer to it."I love it". Of cos lah she did asked some more question. She even know about me and my ex lor...haiz..children nowadays so kepo.They just loves to interfere with the adult matters. So i told her lah that we broke off and thats it. She asked tons of question and wanna know what she said in the end? With such an innocent looked on her face,proudly she said that she wanted to be just like me. I was shocklah! What if she go home and tell all the little details about what i said, to her mommy? I'll be dead meat. Not that I'm scared or what lah but i really dunno whats going on in her mommy's mind. Maybe she dun approved something i have and den she'll accused me of teaching her girl wrong stuffs. Well she dun exactly accused me right in front of my face. But she will tell tales to my mum den things get worse cos by then, i'll be right in the middle of the hallway listening to the long lectures from my dad. Whatever stories goes thru my mum will sure finish with my dad being the last one to know. But i really prefer listening to my dad talking rather then my other family members. His knows how to play with his words soemtimes i dunno what he did to his usual speech, it can move me to tears. Amazing right?!~hahak~ only my amazing dad can do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok...whatever it is, the main purpose here is to enjoy life just as it is. Bringing my niece along for shopping was a huge mistake becos i dun even know what she pick up from the whole day experience. If she pick up the good parts,like enjoying the hustle and bustle of the city area, then its harmless. But what if she pick those,like people wearing cool clothings which can end up being something pressurised in the future to come. She's still young and i dun wan her being bombarded with weird stuff at a very young age. I'm so glad that i didn't grew up too fast. I mean the first time i really went shopping along orchard rd when i was only in sec 2 or 3.I think sec 2. Thats reasonable. Now...im a shopaholic!~hahak~Understandable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/25794809-115175358640084806?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115175358640084806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=115175358640084806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115175358640084806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115175358640084806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi-there-again-just-came-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-115169067581487508</id><published>2006-07-01T06:31:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:04:35.996+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/1600/im%20feeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/320/im%20feeling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know what time is it? Its the time when people hit the bed and should be on their way to dream paradise.~hahak~.But not sleeping right now is not something new for me. My head is like on automatic mode now. Working during night time but almost dead during bright daylight. Usually night time i'll be busy on the phone *talking obviously*. But now, the person i used to talk to during this kind of period  currently not on good terms with me. It has got to do with the heart matters which to me, it is something passe and we should move on. Its weird sometimes when people might be feeling hippy and smiling and cheering for you and at the very next minute, they totally changed into someone different. I did say something weird, which to some people, it sounds stupid. But to me, things have got to go on and still treat him as a very close friend of mine, but the only different now is that he's no more close with me. And guess what! I think he listed me in his block list. I think so lah it is just a wild guess. I long time never see him online. I did some research on this block thingy and my fren said that i can still see him in my list but whenever he's online, i will see him as offline. How bad is that! The last time i msn him is just a mere innocently delicate "HI" and what  he replied me?? "dah susah baru nk carik aku?" which means only when i have problem then i find him. Then i haven even replied he log off...Thats why im feeling all this. I do have other friends but missing just a single friend does make a different in my life....haiz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25794809-115169067581487508?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115169067581487508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=115169067581487508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115169067581487508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115169067581487508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/06/u-know-what-time-is-it-its-time-when.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-115157155947244167</id><published>2006-06-29T21:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:59:19.486+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;marquee width="100%" behavior="scroll" scrollamount="5" direction="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi5.bpcdn.us/glittergus9/i.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi6.bpcdn.us/glittergus10/m.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mif.bpcdn.us/glittergus11/s.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi6.bpcdn.us/glittergus10/o.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mie.bpcdn.us/glittergus8/b.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi6.bpcdn.us/glittergus10/o.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi6.bpcdn.us/glittergus10/r.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mie.bpcdn.us/glittergus8/e.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mie.bpcdn.us/glittergus8/d.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;~haha~ That's exactly what running on my mind right at this minute. Today i supposed to go out but i suddenly got "an attack of the tummyache!" Sounds evil...yeah...its evil. I'm so looking forward to this outing cos we're planning to go to my fav place, the esplanade. But look at the plan now. Im at home doing nothing,except nowlah, updating my blog.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;**----------------------------------------------------------------------**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm really2 bored!!! My friends all started school and left me, all alone,waiting for school term to start. Soon i'll be as busy as them and that is the time when no one hardly had time for meet up and whatsoever. Well...not reallylah. When i was still schooling in poly, i always had time for them eventhough i finished class at 6. Then we'll hang out near my place till 10 plus, went back home, do my "no-stopping-them-from-growing" homework, slp ard 2 to 3, awake by 5, out by 6.45 in the morning and reach there ard 7.30. Just nice! Of cos, i do come late for lectures. There was this one time, i was so exhausted that i actually skip school for the whole 1 wk. I just stayed home and do nothing. It felt like my energy was completely flush out and i was empty.Everything got worse during exam time. We study in school till ard 10 at night, i reached home ard 11.30. then i was still awake to study till 3 in the morning. Sleep for a short while, awake by 7, out by 7.45, reached sch ard 8.30, walk here walk there then paper start at 9. Thats how my schdule looked like during exam period. Hardly had any slp and that was the first time i got panda eyes..Eeeee....Nvr been this stressfull before. Not even during my 'O' levels. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;**----------------------------------------------------------------------**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;           &lt;center&gt;But now time has change! I'm no more in poly. I totally quit that life and entering a whole new phase. Not working but still schooling. I so glad that i took the step to quit. It was a hard decision cos it can affect my future in a huge way.And of cos...leaving my friends. That was equally hard eventhough we only know each other for 2 sems. Im quite happy with my life now. Can't wait to start school term.Hmm this whole entry give me an idea of what i can do for the whole day of today. Maybe i could re-arrange my wardrobe.~haha~ and i can have all the excuse do my all time fav activity.....SHOPPING!~hahak~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;**----------------------------------------------------------------------**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&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/25794809-115157155947244167?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115157155947244167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=115157155947244167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115157155947244167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115157155947244167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/06/haha-thats-exactly-what-running-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-115150143223474525</id><published>2006-06-29T01:26:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T02:30:32.276+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DEATH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Have u give a thought about it? Well not exactly i did the same thing. Death. It's not something that we give a thought about it,esp now. What we only know now is to get what we want that is edu,love,family...basically the usual needs of a human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;You must be wondering why i wrote an entry about this topic. I know its not a pretty good start but its happening right here in my life. When my grandma pass away, it didn't affect me much cos firstly, i'm not close. But in my case now, its totally a different story. Me and my sis can be consider quite close with this guy. Well...we lost contact when he got married to an unknown women. Suddenly he came back into our life with a frightening email and msgs about this death thingy. It was quite weird of him giving advice about spending our time properly. I know him being cheeky and constantly changing gerlfrens. Now...he's talking about death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I heard about it from my sis but i just let it pass my mind cos he is talking to my sis n not me. I think, weeks later my sister told me about him living for a few more months and gonna leave this world soon. But still i never gave a thought about it till i found a birthday card given by him. I found the card today. When i read the content of the card, it realli move me to tears. I mean that card will be the only memory i got once he's passed on. I dun want to make it sound like he's gonna go tomorrow or something. But i know his absence will cause huge changes in me n my sis life. Luckily he took de initiative to recontact us again. If not, 5 yrs down de road, we might not even know whether he's still ard or not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&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/25794809-115150143223474525?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115150143223474525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=115150143223474525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115150143223474525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115150143223474525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/06/death-have-u-give-thought-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-115124557973200888</id><published>2006-06-26T03:25:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T03:29:21.670+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f0fff0;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM 18!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 18 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25794809-115124557973200888?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115124557973200888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=115124557973200888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115124557973200888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115124557973200888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-18you-are-18-years-oldunder-12-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-115064544721866136</id><published>2006-06-19T04:26:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T04:44:07.226+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/1600/rock%20opera%20de%20musical.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/320/rock%20opera%20de%20musical.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks!!! Redecorating this whole blog thingy and now, the links all gone! Haiz...Anyway, yesterday went to watch a show at Esplanade Theatre. See!I even scan the ticket and post it here. It was quite good for a local show, and expensive too but luckily my friend gotten the complimentary tickets for us (su was with me) and guess where we sit? Haha...its too good to be true. Khairul gotten us the $108 ticket! It was directly the first row where other celebrities sat.The view... ORHMIGOSH!Haha...how lucky we can be...but being upclose and personal with the celeb doesn't make any difference at all. The only different i felt is that i was having a hard time talking. Cause i think that everytime i opened my mouth to talk, the person next to me kinda look at my direction.I must be quite &lt;strong&gt;BOLD &lt;/strong&gt;saying that, that person might be looking at me but what the heck. Maybe i was really talking too loud.~hehe~.Okay whatever it is..overall, the shows was WELL DONE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And thanks again to my dear Khairul who has gotten for us the ticket!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25794809-115064544721866136?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115064544721866136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=115064544721866136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115064544721866136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115064544721866136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/06/shucks-redecorating-this-whole-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-115046263683950421</id><published>2006-06-17T01:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T01:57:16.850+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/1600/arise%20of%20a%20new%20band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/400/arise%20of%20a%20new%20band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi1.bpcdn.us/glittergggus1/b.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi1.bpcdn.us/glittergggus1/a.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi1.bpcdn.us/glittergggus1/n.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi1.bpcdn.us/glittergggus1/d.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi1.bpcdn.us/glittergggus1/i.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi1.bpcdn.us/glittergggus1/n.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi1.bpcdn.us/glittergggus1/d.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi1.bpcdn.us/glittergggus1/e.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi1.bpcdn.us/glittergggus1/m.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi1.bpcdn.us/glittergggus1/a.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi1.bpcdn.us/glittergggus1/n.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi1.bpcdn.us/glittergggus1/d.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey people...I'm doing a mini promoting here! My bro's band,Sound Of Savior, and some other band too, doing some mini gig. Free2 come and see okay! anymore info just look at the pic above okay! Evrything is there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25794809-115046263683950421?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115046263683950421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=115046263683950421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115046263683950421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115046263683950421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-115043836119672492</id><published>2006-06-16T18:43:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T19:14:08.783+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Remember "the boys of summer" sang by Ataris? Hehe...ya i know. It's such a passe song!But i'm head over heels listening to that song. Actually its a sad song but the music made it sound very cheerful. I also find it quite a cheerful song till i discover the true meaning after looking through at the lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok2 lets get back to the main story. 14 june 2006,i dunno how should i explained. That day we(shila,helmi,ashari,me and i brought a fren of mine,ika) to celebrate Ashari's and Su's birthday. We asked Su to tag along but she seems to be not in that happy mood. Well if she follow that day, it will be so much easier to pass her the present i bought for her. So Su was non existent for the whole day sooo as you can see, all our attention goes to the ever so noisy, kepo,irritating,paranoid,annoying and boastful Ashari. Thats what i think of himlah.. He is nice in a certain way but his "not so appealing" side of him overweigh his good side. Luckily Ika was there to entertain him. I was so fed up even before we start the whole trip. He find disturbing people as a form of entertainment to him. To me, he was just plain irritating. He's just like a friend of mine, just lovessss to touch people. He cant disturb shila that much cos her guy was there. So Ika and I become his victim. I was so pissed off to the max in the middle of the whole outing. He automatically make himself scarce. Sigh...and another thing! He's such a brag! I know lah he's rich. But he make used of his richness to attract girls. So in the end when the gerl dump him, he go crazily mad but he still continue the tradition, which is to use he's "wealthiness" to get attention. What was he thinking? I guess this is just another species in the male society which i find very2 hard to understand. Even though i hate his character, i still bought him a present. Should give the present to someone else who deserve it. ~ha~ha~...ha!oklah gtg...tonite i update more. goin out with my family liao!~~~&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/25794809-115043836119672492?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115043836119672492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=115043836119672492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115043836119672492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115043836119672492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/06/remember-boys-of-summer-sang-by-ataris.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-115003609615998051</id><published>2006-06-12T02:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T03:28:16.196+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;stuff i need to think about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm so bloody bored at home. My dad and sis watching tv. They now watching xmen at channel 5. I watched it already so point watching it again as i'm not a tiny bit fanatic about mutants. My bro is out, again. I think he went to watch a gig at Paya Lebar. Well he told my dad that his friends will be playing so he's there to give moral support. He's out every single day now. Well it's good that he got something to do every single second. I used to be like that also going out every single day. Don't care got money or no money, i'm always out. But now, my dad become a little bit more strict now for dunno what reasons. Maybe it's just for my own good, think so...So as usual, when i'm bored, i disturb people. Luckily I still have my mobile with me.~hehe~. And of course i do other stuff too eg clean the house and everything that comes togather with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Hmm what was the topic for today??Oh ya...stuff i need to think about. Actually i'm quite blur with when I start school and everything that has got to do with it. I check the school calender. They mention there "...start orientation 20 july 2006..." but according to the letter given they mention there "...24 July 2006...". It's only 4 days apart but during that period i'll be super busy because i already promise someone to help her with dnt.~haha~. If i tell my friends that i'm helping people with dnt, sure they go...sigh...! Its a common reaction i get from them. So before i get carried away with the dnt thingy, i better schedule my time properly. &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/25794809-115003609615998051?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115003609615998051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=115003609615998051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115003609615998051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/115003609615998051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/06/stuff-i-need-to-think-about.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-114949357309152452</id><published>2006-06-05T18:39:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:46:13.113+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/1600/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/200/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;nnnnnnnnnnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hi again...guess where i shoot this picture? its somewhere freakingly cold, sometimes quiet sometimes noisy but most of the time noisy and it is full of books. Yea...its a library. Ok the main purpose of a library,study and read books. Sadly to say some people are such pros in misleading the purpose of a library, hehe, us lah! We go there, sit2, talk2,laugh2,look at people walk here walk there while enjoying the cooling atmosphere provided by the ever reliable air conditioner.hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;While the rest did some non stop talking, i took my friend hp and took pictures. Obviously i took a picture of myself too..hehe how vein! So the outcome, the picture i paste on top. I love the fusion of 2 images. way cool!!its not a fusion in the first place. its a picture of my own reflection against the window.nice ah..i dunno im such an expert in photography &lt;bluek!!&gt;hehe...oklah gtg have to write up some new article since i have the whole day to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&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/25794809-114949357309152452?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/114949357309152452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=114949357309152452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/114949357309152452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/114949357309152452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/06/nnnnnnnnnnnhi-again.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-114918713064822268</id><published>2006-06-02T07:14:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T07:38:50.656+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/1600/image006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="128" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/200/image006.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/1600/image002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" height="110" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/200/image002.jpg" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This few days i seem to be in a cheerful mode eventhough i had such a bad week. I dunno i giggle a lot at the slightest thing. Like people talk as per normal, i can giggle about it. My friends noticed the changed and they told me about it. So thats how i got to know about my current behavior. But one thing i can see for myself is that i'm not easily agitated. Maybe a bit but not totally. Last time i used to be someone who really take critics quite badly. I dunno what changed me but i know partly due to the people i mix around now. Well, most of my friends can be considered matured enough. They know when to joke and when to be serious. And now i loved to visit esplanade just for the fun of it. i mean the view is so beyond-words! ok im being exagerrating but well that's a fact. I dun like that place at first cos of the people there but now i'm totally chill with everything.Haiz...and one thing for sure, it does feel nice pampering yourself with stuff that comes into ones life for free.Suddenly the burden seems to dissappear the moment you set foot there. Okay another exagerrate sentence!hehehe...But its true lah. I think i'm beginning to pick up pieces of my life back on track and i think i'm moving on. Maybe a little improvement but still, something did changed. I will no more slow down my life because of my ex. What the heck man...he dun deserve a single tears from me. I know he's leading a happy life now and i don't find any reason for me to not lead a happy life just like him. Gonna start school soon and i still have unfinish task..gosh! No more wasting time...got to rush to my work back. Stay tune!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25794809-114918713064822268?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/114918713064822268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=114918713064822268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/114918713064822268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/114918713064822268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-few-days-i-seem-to-be-in-cheerful.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-114865637586540322</id><published>2006-05-27T03:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T04:12:56.330+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi5.bpcdn.us/glittergus9/w.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi6.bpcdn.us/glittergus10/h.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi5.bpcdn.us/glittergus9/y.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi5.bpcdn.us/glittergus9/w.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi6.bpcdn.us/glittergus10/h.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi5.bpcdn.us/glittergus9/y.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi5.bpcdn.us/glittergus9/w.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi6.bpcdn.us/glittergus10/h.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi5.bpcdn.us/glittergus9/y.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hi there again! its me here once again...but now i feeling totally disappointed. I'm really mad plus crazy plus devastated equals to ARGGGHHHH!!!! really ah...i dunno why3 your very close friend can become your sworn enemy at a flick of your finger. Isn't that so easy? She made me so mad countless time but i just let her off becuase thinking that she's my friend since primary school, i dun want to break the friendship due to our immaturity towards life. But this time, things got too far. She once said that I was never serious when it comes to relationship. Okay that is kinda true so i can't deny that. But today, she said something live in public it was so freakingly embarassing. I dunno you people see it since you don't heard it live. The three of us (me,my fren-name her S and the other "she")were just about to board the bus. The bus was quite pack eventhough we board it from the interchange. So everyone was trying to get their seat, and seat alone. I was doing the same thing because its kind of automatic to go and find a seat just for oneself rather then seating with my friends. Both my other friends did the same too. Usually i used to seat togather with S but i was having headache so thought seating alone by the window might help ease the pain. Coincidentally the seat behind me were already taken by this two boys. S asked me to seat with her. I haven even get to answer her question, "she" opened her mouth already. Guess what she say?? She innocently say " Fana ni nak memotek mentang2 ade laki2!" which means "Fana wants to flirt with those two boys" you imagine lah those boys actually heard it and i was freakingly embarassed at that very moment. To those who read this, it may sound like another passing remarks but to me, its not a passing remark at all. whenever she said anything, there's always a meaning behind it.Sometimes i don't get the sarcasm she was saying because she say it in bombastic malay language. What you get from an a1 mother tongue student thats what you get from her. I admit i'm not that marvellous in my mother tongue( i only get a B4) but that doesn't mean she can take advantage of me with her so-called a1 mother tongue language. She hardly talk in this kind of manner last time. But since she starts school in ITE, she changed dramatically. NOt saying that ITE cause her change. ITE is good but the influence she gets in school might be the culprit which cause her to changed. WHY WHY WHY??? I was so hurt.So in the end i went ahead and seat with my friend,S. my friend could see that i was so hurt inside i almost cried but i just kept quiet. That was not the first time. There was the other time where we(the three of us again...) had conference call. I was in a dilemma to accept this guy( in the end, i rejected him)as my steady boyfren so i kind of share it with them. I told them that he was angry with me and wasn't serious in the relationship at all. But i'm not at fault at all cos the first time he sound me, i already tell him that we dun have any chemistry at all. so the second time he tried again, i kind of said to him that i forgot that he asked me that question. I mean like duh. I already tell him the first time and what makes he think that i will change my mind. So he got super mad and scold me and slam the phone. When i told them the whole winding story, "she" was quiet at first so i prompt her and asked why she was so quiet. Suddenly dunno from nowhere she shoot me with all the bad remarks saying that i'm playing with guys feeling and whatsoever more. I was shock to the max when i heard she said such a thing when i don't even have the mind to do such inhuman stuff. So what did i do? Of course i fight it back with her. Luckily my other friend was there to calm things down. My other friend also reacted quite shockly too cos "she" never behaved in such a manner before where you just shoot remarks in anyone's face( in this case, the phone) without thinking twice about the people's feeling. I dunno what has got into her tiny brain. Or is it me? I think its me... maybe i think too much. But i always think that eveything that happen around me all due to me. Maybe im just another naive girl waiting to be taken over by her friends. NO WAY i gonna be like that. I dun think im that naive. Well abit lah but not totally. Haiz...i hope evrything change. pls pls pls. I dun want our long years of relationship to sink just like that. It takes a lot to create the bond so it takes equally hard to break it. Well gonna relax for now and do some soul searching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25794809-114865637586540322?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/114865637586540322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=114865637586540322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/114865637586540322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/114865637586540322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/05/hi-there-again-its-me-here-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-114852959906680013</id><published>2006-05-25T16:34:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T17:07:51.103+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ear worms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;one thing for sure i keep having this ear worms thingy.What is an ear worm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Heard about this word in p10. Ear worms means a song keeps on playing in that tiny brain over and over again as if it was put into a repeat mode. So the cure? Listen to the song. That is what they saidlah. Actually i kind of having the sure-or-not feeling so i go and try it out myself. Of course, it turn out to be true. The only way to eliminate that stupid song in your head is to listen to it. And true enough, its gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I was having this ear worm thingy quite recentl...During the trip to KL i guess. I put this one song into my mp3.Its not any special song or anything like that. Just put to filled up the sp3 space. Waiting for the coach to move, i took some time to look at my window pane. Who knows i might see someone i know.But of course i didn't see anyone particular. But suddenly, i thing of someone. Someone who whom i used to consider as my someone special in my life. Well only used to be. Now no more. Dunno why i think that way. Nothing in my view reminds me of him. Then out of no where this song came into my mine. The song which i mention just now. That song move me to tears for goodness sake. I dunno why i'm so emo. I thought i'm over it already. So all the way, not exactly all the way maybe half of the coach trip, my brain keep playing that song again and again and again till i got headache. My headache was getting worse every nano seconds so got to do something about it before it gets worse. So what i do? I listen to it on my mp3. Luckily i got it inside. And....the song is gone!!! And wondering what is the song i've been talking about. its "u got it bad by usher". I know i know its such a passe song. the more passe the more nostalgic value it contain.(did i put the sentencce correctly?err...)so here goes...U GOT IT BAD FROM USHER!-click to play. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HU78MtU7rig"&gt;&lt;/a&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/25794809-114852959906680013?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/114852959906680013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=114852959906680013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/114852959906680013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/114852959906680013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/05/ear-worms-one-thing-for-sure-i-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-114850477975383548</id><published>2006-05-25T09:37:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T10:06:19.770+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;wah...i'm so freakingly exhausted. Just came back from Kuala Lumpur. So at last i went to KL after a long time planning and whatsoever. Well only my mum,sis and me went to KL. My dad and bro are schooling and working respectively so cannot tag them along. So sad...we had so much fun doing non stop shopping in all kind of places. I even forgot the name to the places we go. I mean the shopping centre over there is like enormously humongous compared to those in Singapore. Like duh...Malaysia have the land to waste. SIngapore is just one dot in the world map so we can't afford to waste land. Understandable! As usual we go ther with just one bag with us. haha...knew it already! We came back with 3 to 5 bags extra. Imagine all the shopping we did. OMG!I bought shoes,bags,clothes,more clothes, and more and more clothes. So basically all the bags were filled with just clothings. Over there we spend the night at my sis house. She not exactly own a house there. Currently she studying there so she rent a house with a couple of her friends. Now, her school is having a 2 months break so we have the whole 2 months to ourself.  But due to my mum non stop complaining about her work, we shorten the 2 months to just 4 day 3 nights stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though its just 4 days, I had a hard time to adapt to the whole environment. I'm was told by my sis to avoid speaking fluent english. Dunno why lah but i think maybe because the sales people there might think you're an outsider so they assume you're loaded and the story goes on and on. Because i'm quite used to speaking english here, english already become part and parcel of my daily life. I'm quite lousy in my malay language so i tend to mixed all the language. haiz...Even when a chinese guy talk to me in Malay, i answer him back in english because its like an automatic reaction you see. Over here, when i see someone from other race, i automatic communicate with them in English. Like i mention, its an automatic reaction. But overall everything went quite smoothly. The people there quite friendly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But one thing i observed is that you can hardly find girls going around in mini skirts. Most of them are in short,3/4 or long skirt. Hardly see anything above the knee level. Maybe the culture there dun like all this revealing clothings. Actually i thot of wearing skirt but, as usual, my sis gave excuses say that people there will look at you differently so on and so forth. Well now, i realised those excuses turn out to be true. People do look at you differently, in a very cunning way...scary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well now im back here in home base. So glad that I'm back here once again flirting with my laptop. hahaha.... but when we came back, the house was freakingly upside down everywhere. What should i say..dun let the man handle the house for more then a week?dunno ah...im not in the position to answer that question. Oklah..got to hit the bed. If not soon i'll be bearing panda eyes. Continue some other time k! Adios! Sweet Nurul... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25794809-114850477975383548?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/114850477975383548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=114850477975383548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/114850477975383548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/114850477975383548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/05/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-114724798523887778</id><published>2006-05-10T20:54:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:59:45.246+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shayne Ward No Promises Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, when we are together, doing things that we love.&lt;br /&gt;Every time you're near I feel like Im in heaven, feeling highI 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,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna die in your armsHere tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, when we are together, doing things that we love.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you're near I feel like Im in heaven, feeling high&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to let go, girl.&lt;br /&gt;I just need you 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;I dont want to run away,&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay forever,&lt;br /&gt;thru 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;No promises&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;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,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna die in your armsHere tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25794809-114724798523887778?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/114724798523887778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=114724798523887778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/114724798523887778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/114724798523887778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/05/shayne-ward-no-promises-lyrics-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-114656282664011590</id><published>2006-05-02T21:56:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:40:26.650+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;im back from outer space!!&lt;*lame*&gt; kk...serious stuff now.Im super mad now. Im mad over many2 things. First im mad about my sis.Not really at my sis &lt;*pity her always get the blame over everything*&gt;.Im supposed to be in Kuala Lumpur at this very minute. So many coincident that somehow prevent me to go abroad. The first coincident would be the voting thing.My sis got to come back to SIngapore to vote, its obvious that she's way above 21 years of age. But also thanks to the voting, my sis were force to come down to Singapore, if not for the voting, she will stay in KL for another donkey months.&lt;*sigh*&gt;..But because of all this, I CNT GO TO KL!!!! i really want to do some serious shopping there. haiz...i miss you KL...sigh...OMG!! What am i saying?? Im supposed to be patriotic to my coutry!!! =$ arghhh!!.....peace....then the 2nd would be about my English Entry Test. I have to get the result before i can export my butt to KL.sigh... the wait seems to be an endless journey. When will it end??ah?Heard rumours that the result might come out ard 3 May. But i think it might come out later. Dunno ah...i keep having these gut feelings all ard me and my gut seems to be a good predictor(sound like a pregnancy test kit..sheeshh!!FANA!!!) Realli...got some past incident that proof that my gut feeling is a good predictor! obviously i wont list it down here or else my entry today will be a never ending *grandma* story.haha^^...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the 3rd one should be...erm...uh...erm...my bored life. Everyone already start their school term but mine still in pending mode. Never really enjoy enuf when my friends were having their holiday &lt;*3wks if i'm not wrong*&gt;. well...enjoy. there's no end to it. its true.enjoyment is something you have to experience thru out your life. If you say that "I'm gonna enjoy my life as a teenager to the max" that means when you grew older you will enjoy lesser. Thats so-totally not true. I'm the kind who enjoy my time at a slow rate so that i get to experience every tiny weeny seconds properly. I'm still young. Education is my top priority so i dun want an extreme party life to set my target wrongly. I prefer doing both thing at the same time. But now, i think my time is passing rather too slow. I apply jobs at PS but none call back. Decide to take a break&lt;*do i deserved one?*&gt; in KL maybe i cound make used of the scenery there. erm...KL...scenery. I dun think so...KL is like any other busy cities in the world. Just like Singapore except its &lt;* i prefer not to say it...hehe*&gt;.I already missed the time we did our fav things togather esp swimming. I love swimming esp at Bukit Batok Swimming Complex.Did you see the toilet...OhmyG!!!! Its super nice with mirrors her and there and everywhere and its super huge and..and..and k stop praising the toilet! We also did a lot of shopping...another thing we never fail to do...issssss....GOSSIPING!!! I know its bad but girls will be girls. Gossiping is something already planted in every women, even my mum gossips!! we can even talk about the most boring guy in the world or even chat about politics and currently we talk about the voting thingy.I do have my own serious side. But i dun encouragelah cos i look and sound funny when i'm serious cos people know me being someone who never serious. Sometimes when i have this relationship problems and i talk rather seriously, my friends will give me that freaky look as if im not serious at all...aiya...oklah...stop typing for now i haven even shower yet..hehehe &lt;*my mum gonna start her siren very soon*&gt; must go now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25794809-114656282664011590?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/114656282664011590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=114656282664011590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/114656282664011590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/114656282664011590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-back-from-outer-space-kk.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25794809.post-114607163033585130</id><published>2006-04-27T04:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T06:13:50.386+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/1600/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="124" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/200/Image002.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/1600/Picture(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/200/Picture%284%29.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in brown-me(alia)                   we're at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "  dark blue-suriati            Bkt PanjanG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "  white- shila                        Mc Donald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/1600/Picture(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="111" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/200/Picture%286%29.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/1600/Picture(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3032/2699/200/Picture%285%29.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*just came back from swimming. Im super tired i can't even open my eyes properly they weigh a ton to me. OMG my eyes look SUPER SMALL!!!!And my hair is super messy!!! Now become lazier then ever! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there. Well as you can see that this is my first post.Not exactly first post actually...thanks to my almost-useless brain, i forgot the password and now i have to start a brand new blog from scratch. Sigh. Thanks to my borned-good-natured friends, at last, i finished my blog page. Sheessshhh...i really hope that i don't have to spend another one whole day doing another bloody blog page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i understand the whole thing about " Boys are hard to understand". Its true! Boys are super hard to understand. I just had the experience today. My friends( of cos there are guys!!) we went to Causeway Point. I dunno out of nowhere one the guys wanted to treat us to Chicken Rice at Carona situated near the Kopitiam entrance. But i never ate cos i already ate Nasi Lemak at home. My brother was so extra sweet to wake up early in the morning to buy breakfast for me.I think he's up to something! Sheesshhh....i don't my brother is that kind. Well back to main story. My friend's boyfriend, whom can be say quite close with me, wanted to give a Nokia 6111 to my friend(his girl is my friend).He tried his best not to make it so obvious as you can see, she hates it when i'm close with her guy. Tell me which girl won't be jealous of her boyfriend being close with someone else other then her. So he began all this language which sound so weird. Its like we were talking about my hair then he began to say stuff about swimming..i was like...question mark! I' totally clueless about what he was saying. I was 101% sure that he was talking to me but instead, my girlfriends was the one who answered to his weirdo language. I kept thinking about what he was talking about while we did a bit of window shopping. After nano minutes later then i realise the true meaning. My brain was freaking slow! Sigh...What he meant was...i dun quite sure about what it meant. I think its because i went swimming then my hair became so freakingly messy and hard(hard?). hehehe. Maybe i need to polish up their language.then maybe i might understand what they're talking about.hehehe...gtg now. My bed is calling me already can't wait to have a romanctic night with my bolster and pillow...SHEEESSSHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25794809-114607163033585130?l=nurul-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/114607163033585130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25794809&amp;postID=114607163033585130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/114607163033585130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25794809/posts/default/114607163033585130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-alia.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-brown-mealia-were-at-dark-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet_alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585264659343713276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7569/image0066ys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
