<?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-31608648</id><updated>2011-07-31T12:50:31.303+08:00</updated><category term='CAUTION.'/><category term='emo hair.'/><category term='1 month and 24 days to my 18th birthday :) and 13 more days to school re-open.'/><category term='lost.'/><category term='fourteen more days.'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='GRR.'/><category term='crying'/><category term='random post.'/><category term='datuk K.'/><category term='laughing machine (:'/><category term='Optimus Prime.'/><category term='HAPPY :)'/><category term='2 months and 30 more days to my 18th birthday :)'/><category term='Camwhoring'/><category term='senyum kambing day'/><category term='oh how wish.'/><category term='A DAY TO REMEMBER.'/><category term='red and white'/><category term='HAPPY'/><category term='harimau and tiger'/><category term='unsure'/><category term='comel.'/><category term='tikus (:'/><category term='miss him?'/><category term='taufik-natic'/><category term='new look.'/><category term='stupid idiotic worms'/><category term='LEADERSHIT.'/><category term='Dilemma.'/><category term='anugerah 2007'/><category term='confused'/><category term='I CARE FOR YOU'/><category term='cameroid'/><category term='bad day.'/><category term='blank.'/><category term='sup[e/a]rman'/><category term='geram'/><category term='short but fun gegel stuff :)'/><category term='swine flu'/><category term='better in time.'/><category term='Fever.'/><category term='muhammad syafiee salleh'/><category term='Bored.'/><category term='quizzes'/><category term='still survive.'/><category term='ITE seluar inside. 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Just to inform you guys, I’ve moved to onsugar.com. Blogger’s been giving been problem. Freshing up the page for gazillion times doesn’t make any difference. The URL is still the same, except for changing the blogspot.com to onsugar.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://nuramalinafaiz.onsugar.com"&gt;http://nuramalinafaiz.onsugar.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no worries, I ain’t going to delete this blog. Macam sayang gitu! So, I’ll see you on the sugary site! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-2531680277567287859?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2531680277567287859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=2531680277567287859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2531680277567287859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2531680277567287859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-venue.html' title='new venue.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-5908495610226189561</id><published>2009-08-29T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:14:40.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vans gisele wedges.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons1/445/4458407/35_2009/0418cc5f6de8ebca_vans_wedges.jpg" class="inline center" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like finally, I’ve found the picture of the Vans that I’ve been eyeing on. Yes, it’s a wedges vans, how cute. But the one that I like the most is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons1/445/4458407/35_2009/adecf5762b01b645_fe26892f5cc6490fe1cedcb84f54d96a5cfd0273-200.jpg" class="inline center" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya tuhan saja yang tahu betapa susahnya nak cari gambar ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-5908495610226189561?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5908495610226189561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=5908495610226189561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/5908495610226189561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/5908495610226189561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/vans-gisele-wedges.html' title='vans gisele wedges.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-154573246395116101</id><published>2009-08-29T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T03:25:52.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laughing gas.</title><content type='html'>I went back to school yesterday morning for the ROW (Ramadhan On-Wheel) briefing. I have no idea about it, but luckily Faz told me the day before. Initially was I pretty lazy to go but kerana rindu nya pasal dengan korang-korang kan, pergi je laaa. LOL! There are quite a number of students who volunteered, including the Chinese. AMAZING! :D I volunteered myself on the 12th September and we had to report at ITE College East. Hanya tuhan saja yang tahu betapa gumbira nya aku bila nampak nama sekolah tu! I was all smiling happily. Kan Faz, kan Fatin? Hehehs. And the organizer was like saying ITE Simei’s auditorium is 10times bigger then RP’s and so is the function hall, which is like a totally big fat DUH! HAHAHAH! Nothing can beat my beloved ITE Simei! ♥ Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we will like look at the worms here, there, everywhere! And I even manage to spot a worm doing break dancing! It was super hilarious and we witnessed a murder scene whereby a worm which is trying to cross over the road to go over "Johor" but unfortunately, it was being squashed by a car. Poor thing, dah tamat dah riwayatnyaa. I wish Faezah and Fyaa was there too. Confirm kecoh gilanyaaa! The more, the merrier. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet up with boyf in the evening, to have buka together. :D so met up with him under my block since he’s having flag day at PR and off to Geylang with two of his squadmates, Naz and Yunos and his gf, Dina. I seriously had a great time with them, they are super hilarious and entertaining. Ada-ada je dorang nya joke. Hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believe it or not, I miss Bumble Bee a lot more than I miss my Boyf. takle rindu you sangat, nanti susah I! HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/BB.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-154573246395116101?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/154573246395116101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=154573246395116101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/154573246395116101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/154573246395116101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/laughing-gas.html' title='laughing gas.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-9105012524812018568</id><published>2009-08-27T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:32:32.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misses.</title><content type='html'>Holidays has started, and yesterday was one of the most boring days I’ve ever had. Boring sampai ketahap maksima, boleh tertonggek uhs! And that explains the massive note tags on FB! HAHAH. Kalo tak, jangan harap nak tengok I post all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank god, I went out with mum today. Off to ICA to make a new passport. Fortunately, my aunt is working today, so she helped us out a little bit. And off to Tampines with the purpose of to find my heels for raya. But! Instead of getting myself a pair heels, I got myself a bracelet and a diamond ring! BUG-GUS AMALINA, BUG-GUS! Niat laen, beli benda laen. HAHAH. And yes,  I’m in love with my new two precious accessories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve come to realized that eventhough it’s just the second day of holiday, I’m missing W15L already. Especially the daily rants and gossips with the girls! korang-korang, Mamalina rindu korang! )’;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/weeeee.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still remember this picture? Yes, the day where our friendship starts. HEHEHE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-9105012524812018568?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/9105012524812018568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=9105012524812018568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/9105012524812018568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/9105012524812018568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/misses.html' title='misses.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-8642211628785481453</id><published>2009-08-25T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:06:02.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W15L</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; Assalamualaikum dan salam sejahtera kepada pembaca setia blog saya, memandangkan hari ini saya sudah habes peperiksaan saya untuk semester ini, dari itu dengan sukacitanya saya mengisytiharkan bahawa cuti sekolah saya sudah pun bermula, yang jatuh pada hari 25th Ogos 2009 bersamaan 4th Ramadhan 1430 hijrah. sekian, wassalam dan selamat berbuka nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: jangan posa yok-yok! :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, all UTs are all done! Best, best, best gedegak! Now I can have the whole time to myself. Hibernate myself as much as I want, watch as many movies over at MIO TV and play FB games. And oh, Rockband on PSP tooooo! ;D okay, I sound like a gamer freak but seriously I am not one. Sekali sekala, apa salahnyaa kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s one thing for sure, I’m gonna miss W15L a lot. Some of them can be irritating at times, not forgetting the one who are such a pain in the ass. But hey, I’m sure every class experience this before right. But those laughter and stupid lame jokes and stories that we shared are all fun! Just like just now, while waiting for the elevator, Mario disturbed us, the Malays, by saying the foods name. “mee goreng, mee siam, mee rebus, goreng pisang...” dengan niat tu, nak buat kita lapar laa kan. mentang-mentang laa kita posa. HAHAH. And another classmate of mine, David, de tu lagi classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;David:&lt;/b&gt; eys, you all go where eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fatin:&lt;/b&gt; we’re fasting laaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;David:&lt;/b&gt; OH SORRY SORRY! I don’t know!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! Macam-macam laa dorang ne. And definitely, I’m going to miss the girls! Faz the mak Hougang. And believe me, you wouldn’t want her to start nagging! Been that, done that! HAHAHA. Another Hougang resident, Faezah, the Makcik Hougang. Amazingly, she’s the only Gemini girl I can comfortably click with. Mulut de ne boleh tahan juga kalo membebel! Not forgetting the one who always argue with the Makcik Hougang, Lutfiah aka the minah masak. And of cos Fatin, the Minah Rep Whampoa yang sedang kemaruk dengan maroon ninja de! I repeat, &lt;b&gt;MAROON NINJA&lt;/b&gt;. HAHAHAHA! Jangan laa lupa untuk update kat kita kita yaaa! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great memories and a wonderful friendship have been built throughout this short journey. ♥ How I wish we won’t have to change class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Faezah, I know you’re going to miss my cute white USB mouse! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-8642211628785481453?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8642211628785481453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=8642211628785481453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8642211628785481453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8642211628785481453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/w15l.html' title='W15L'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-1358317372077395369</id><published>2009-08-23T04:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T04:44:21.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flashback.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/shahid.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that’s my secondary schoolmate.  Baru first day of puasa dah lamau. Just like one of his friend’s comment. “lemau uh ko bro. Nenek keropok nya lowest grade keropok lagi garing ah.” LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is the first day of puasa. There are so many things running through my mind the moment I’m eating my sahur. Memories, to be precise. Like for instance, I used to watch P.Ramlee movies everyday after performing my subuh prayers when I was a kid. And sometime it ended up me being watched by the TV. HAHA. But last year was like the most dramatic ramadhan I ever had. It was an unforgettable incident, cause it happened on the first day of puasa itself. To be to be exact, it’s on 1st September at 02.00am. See, I can still remember the time and date without even checking my archives. A moment which is full of tears, confession, heartache and stuffs. Kan syafiq kan? howells, that was in the past. I think that incident will forever and ever playback in my mind on every first day of ramadhan. LOL. Other than that, grandpa got admitted to hospital on the 07th September 2008 as he had some breathing difficulty. I hope this year’s ramadhan will be a better one than the previous years for each and everyonel of us, insyAllah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today’s topic we had during buka was about smoking. And it turn out that dad’s been smoke-free for seven years this year! How can I not be proud of my dad? I may not experience it, but seeing him quitting smoking is like so damn hard. And I believe this is the right time for the smokers to cut down on ciggs if they have the intention to cut down on it. If there’s a way, then there’s a will. JIAYOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s 04.15am and I’m still awake, faithfully staring at my laptop. LOL. I’ve been mugging maths since noon. (okay, I make it sound like i’m so freaking hardworking. HAHA!) 8 topics are done, left 7 more. And I’m stuck with standard deviation thingy, using excel which I forgot how to it! URGH! But Wei Qiang is being such a sweet classmate and so he explained to me. sampai draw sume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/Image.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I’m lost so he explained to me again, but this time in simpler way. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;B ∆ ∑ |™ WeiQiang[b]|[/b]© for Copyright™ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i kill many brain cells because of u sia&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;u must be grateful&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m definitely grateful about that! HAHAHA. And I’m quite surprise that he knows quite a lot about fasting and all eventhough he’s a Chinese. From sahur to buka, how to know when’s buka and end time for sahur, and pregnant woman and sick people can choose not to fast but they have to pay back when they can. AMAZING! Want to know why? That’s cause he used to have a Malay GF, that’s why he knows a lot. Hahas. Okays then, I think I’m off to have a rest before sahur. Just hope I won’t fall asleep like a log. Or else mum will have a very HARD time waking me up. LOL. And by the way, GOOD MORNING PEOPLEEEE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-1358317372077395369?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1358317372077395369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=1358317372077395369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1358317372077395369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1358317372077395369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/flashback.html' title='flashback.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-8899998932419201817</id><published>2009-08-21T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:34:12.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramadhan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1 hari lagi &lt;strong&gt;NAFAS&lt;/strong&gt; ini menjadi &lt;strong&gt;TASBIH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1 hari lagi &lt;strong&gt;TIDUR&lt;/strong&gt; ini menjadi &lt;strong&gt;IBADAH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1 hari lagi &lt;strong&gt;DOA-DOA&lt;/strong&gt; ini menjadi &lt;strong&gt;IJABAH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1 hari lagi &lt;strong&gt;PAHALA&lt;/strong&gt; ini menjadi di &lt;strong&gt;LIPAT GANDAKAN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;tetapi amalan ini itu semua akan dihisab kosong tanpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;IKHLAS. SABAR. INSAF.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat menjalani inadah puasa, kengkawan! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: sapa posa yok-yok tak dapat duet raya haaaaah! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-8899998932419201817?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8899998932419201817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=8899998932419201817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8899998932419201817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8899998932419201817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadhan.html' title='ramadhan.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-3883719543628963168</id><published>2009-08-19T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:21:12.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eighteenth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/happybirthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 18th, Lutfiah! (:&lt;br /&gt;hope by now you know what is pubic. HURHUR!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 down, 4 more to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-3883719543628963168?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3883719543628963168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=3883719543628963168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3883719543628963168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3883719543628963168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/eighteenth.html' title='eighteenth!'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-4210319632254585340</id><published>2009-08-17T18:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:40:31.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>destress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/areyouadreameroddeor.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/whatfingerareyou.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/mybirthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/rightorleftbrain.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/firesign.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/teuwlove.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/strongrelationship.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Intuitive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/virgo-love.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're incredibly thoughtful and able to give your partner what they need most.&lt;br /&gt;You are totally logical. You can deal with problems without involving your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;A good work ethic. You'll do whatever it takes (within reason) to make your relationship work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are so focused on your goals that you let your relationships suffer.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a perfectionist - and expect perfection from your mate as well.&lt;br /&gt;You are picky. So picky that you rather be single than with someone who has a few minor faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Values success in life as much as you do.&lt;br /&gt;Fits a checklist of qualities you've been looking for since childhood.&lt;br /&gt;Like you, is more practical and realistic than romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your dating style:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active. You're a bit hyper, so you'd prefer a date that involved rollerblading in the park or hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may seem a bit shy, but once you open up to someone - you're totally uninhibited.&lt;br /&gt;You like to set the scene first - candles, music, nice sheets&lt;br /&gt;A bit obsessed with cleanliness, you may want to shower first with your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soften up a little. Vulnerability is sexy - and feels great over time.&lt;br /&gt;Lower your standards a little. Look past a messy desk or someone being five minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;Praise your partner more. You make expect them to be successful, but complements are still appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best color to attract mate:&lt;/b&gt; Navy blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best day for a date:&lt;/b&gt; Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I am picky, but in a REALISTIC way, mind you. Howells, UT3 are coming up pretty-pretty soon (which is just in 2 days time.) yesterday I burnt the midnight oil, studied enterprise (ZZZZZ) till 03.00am. I can concentrate better from 11.00pm onwards. LOL. &amp; I’m still stuck studying enterprise now. I just want to get it done and over with this UT3, I want holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-4210319632254585340?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4210319632254585340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=4210319632254585340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/4210319632254585340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/4210319632254585340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-are-intuitive-your-positive-traits.html' title='destress!'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-5656644189650080388</id><published>2009-08-16T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:39:20.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down the aisle..</title><content type='html'>Today’s madrasah was a little bit different. We didn’t do any lessons; instead we went out to the public and interview them. Or I shall say go around and ask people do help us do survey for our final year project. &amp; yes, the topic is about Marriage. Lucky me, I’ve got a good and sporting makcik as one of my target. (; it was a fruitful interview I have to say. She’s 50 years old, what do you expect. I have to get as many views as possible, so I can make a thesis on different kind of views of marriage from different age of people, sex and status. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we went to CS as Ustazah decides to treat us. $10 each, and I swear each and one of us were like sayang gitu nak pakai. Kalo boleh nak simpan je duet tu kat dalam wallet, taknak pakai! HAHAHAH. But macam tak baek gitu kan. The purpose of going to Tampines is to eat late lunch together, not to keep the money in the wallet. LOL. The bond that we share together, it was great. We should do this often! Pokai juga Ustazah macam ne. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now Mum and I watched Bride Wars over at MIO TV. (yeah, the power of having MIO TV, movies for free!) I didn’t have the chance to watch it over at the cinema. It was hilarious. I never knew weddings can make  girls go berserk. Just watch it if you don’t know what the hell am I talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the show ended, Mum receive a call from my cousin saying that ada rombongan nak datang meminang her this Thursday or Friday. Wooooah, I can hear the kompang noooooooooow. It’s just around the corner. Okay, padahal kahwen next year. (InsyAllah) HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized today is all about marriage. HAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-5656644189650080388?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5656644189650080388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=5656644189650080388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/5656644189650080388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/5656644189650080388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/down-aisle.html' title='down the aisle..'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-94605623589711555</id><published>2009-08-16T03:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T12:33:40.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia</title><content type='html'>Okays, I’m still not asleep YET! I keep yawning the whole morning when I’m out with the boyf but now, I’m all widely awake. -.- told you I’m a night person. &amp; yes, new blog skin. Just a little bit of editing here and there. Simple and sweet, I like! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I can’t put myself to sleep, I decide to read up my previous zaman gemilang post. To be truth, there are quite a number of entries that I’ve deleted; most of it were the entries when I’m with my 04-years ex cause we used to share blog together. (zaman dulu-dulu, share blog together-gather, macam sweet gitu kirakan.) Reading up the post makes me realize that it took quite sometime for me to move on after the break-up, even though I’m the one who initiated it. I keep counting the 7th of every month when it was clearly over between the two of us. I know, DUMB! HAHAH. And yes, I admit I used to like number seven because our anniversary falls on the seventh. In fact, I still do like number seven, but not because of that. I just find it a nice number. People say it’s a lucky number. Just like Christiano Ronaldo keep scoring for MU, but now he’s out of MU, I shall not say discuss about it. All I’ve got to say is, go use your brain wisely player!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back on track now. I was quite amazed and definitely proud of myself for being single for two years. Not trying to make it a big deal but hey, try staying together with the person for more than three years and breakup with him, see how it feels. Unless you’re the heartless kind of person then I have no words for you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But definitely, within that two years, I do have crush/es. LOL! But nothing was serious. Crushes are meant to crush my heart. CHEYYWAAAH! HAHAHA, just kidding. All I care was school, friends and make more friends, which include the boyf. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun having a single life. And that make me thinking why some people always keep looking the negative side of single life when it’s full of fun. It’s the same, it’s just that you have to be independent. I mean, you can do whatever you want to do. No restriction, no nothing. Maybe they are not living their life to the fullest, these people really need to live their live, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go for a few dates within those two years. He is a nice boy (and no, we weren’t together.) It’s just some casual outing. It went well, we click well, I do enjoy his accompany. And well, he was serious about me but then again, the problem lies in me. 101 questions run through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Am I ready for new relationship?”&lt;br /&gt;“Am I ready for commitment and stuff?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if this, what if that. urgh, so many questions. One thing about me, I will only commit myself when I have faith and assurance that the relationship can go far. I love committing myself to something that last long. I wouldn’t want to commit myself to relationship that last for few months cause that’s a total waste of my time! (sungguh zaman cinta monyet. KUKUKAKAKAKA! Ada faham? Bug-gus!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the part where the boyf came. I told myself not to fall for him (not because he was an ex-matrep) cause he’s such a damn sweet talker! HAHAHA. To be honest, I never thought of being together with him before. (NEVER! Tak terlintas walau sesaat pun!) I only look at him as a friend who never fails to make me smile :D and someone who shares the same common interest as me. But now, look at me... akhirnya, daku terjerat pada cintamu jua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Jiwang tengah-tengah malam ne! This is so not me! Okay dah gi tdo, sebelum bebual merepek lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: iloveyou..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-94605623589711555?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/94605623589711555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=94605623589711555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/94605623589711555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/94605623589711555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-diary_16.html' title='insomnia'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-393051661365703698</id><published>2009-08-16T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:45:32.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vans plsh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sobi9AnEYOI/AAAAAAAACZA/E_Fu_nKwHCc/s1600-h/prettyprettyvans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370229143449657570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sobi9AnEYOI/AAAAAAAACZA/E_Fu_nKwHCc/s320/prettyprettyvans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I step into world of sports or any sports shop, my eyes would secretly scan through for Vans shoes. That (picture above) is not exactly the shoes that I’ve been eyeing for. I tried finding picture of it, but no avail. How sad! Howells, just look at the colours, isn’t they pretty... *ehem ehem* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19 September, size 5 eys korang.&lt;/span&gt; *ehem; clear throat.* oh, just look at the time now, I seriously need to sleep. Can’t afford to be late for madarsah &lt;s&gt;tomorrow&lt;/s&gt; later. (NYAHAHAHAHAHAH!) *wink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 days to birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm so looking forward to my birthday, but &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; my age! my birthday = malam raya. WOOOOTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-393051661365703698?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/393051661365703698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=393051661365703698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/393051661365703698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/393051661365703698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/vans-plsh.html' title='vans plsh..'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sobi9AnEYOI/AAAAAAAACZA/E_Fu_nKwHCc/s72-c/prettyprettyvans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-8693105639034613070</id><published>2009-08-12T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:04:45.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SoIU1M6lwsI/AAAAAAAACY4/I3iwp1-bgoE/s1600-h/marriage+age.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SoIU1M6lwsI/AAAAAAAACY4/I3iwp1-bgoE/s320/marriage+age.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368876610011644610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyf:&lt;/strong&gt; 20 years old means very soon. Sembarang uhs, kahwen murah. Nikah je.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Syafiee Salleh is just being Muhammad Syafiee Salleh. How cute! =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-8693105639034613070?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8693105639034613070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=8693105639034613070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8693105639034613070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8693105639034613070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-diary_12.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SoIU1M6lwsI/AAAAAAAACY4/I3iwp1-bgoE/s72-c/marriage+age.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-5883746033556137460</id><published>2009-08-11T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:12:37.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SoBG8L7x6sI/AAAAAAAACYw/SeBmKjBWubw/s1600-h/Promise_by_thegratefulred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SoBG8L7x6sI/AAAAAAAACYw/SeBmKjBWubw/s200/Promise_by_thegratefulred.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368368755635251906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I, &lt;u&gt;Nur Amalina Binte Mohamed Faiz&lt;/u&gt;, promise won’t be mad anymore at you whenever you say matters about weight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mianhamnida )';&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-5883746033556137460?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5883746033556137460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=5883746033556137460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/5883746033556137460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/5883746033556137460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-diary_11.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SoBG8L7x6sI/AAAAAAAACYw/SeBmKjBWubw/s72-c/Promise_by_thegratefulred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-4472989057288299755</id><published>2009-08-09T12:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:38:11.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7fPEenoJ7Ps&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7fPEenoJ7Ps&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="295" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 44TH INDEPENDENCE DAY, SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: there is a difference between birthday and independence day for your info. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-4472989057288299755?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4472989057288299755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=4472989057288299755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/4472989057288299755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/4472989057288299755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-diary_09.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-4320106905833995592</id><published>2009-08-05T20:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:22:09.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leo; 23rd July - 22nd August&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SnoraRjLtII/AAAAAAAACYA/q8C_F4JFFa8/s1600-h/hub..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366649636352930946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SnoraRjLtII/AAAAAAAACYA/q8C_F4JFFa8/s200/hub..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person born with &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; horoscope love compliments and praise. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(hahah, you have no idea how many times he can praise himself in a day!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Give them plenty of it. Underneath the surface of this proud, take charge person is a sensitive and vulnerable person that needs constant reassurance. It is an essential tool for them. Keep in mind, that flattery will get you everywhere. As a result, the more you feed a Leo's ego, the longer your relationship will last. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(feed sampai gemok!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a date with a Leo, be sure not to skimp on anything, as they love the pleasures of life and feel that they are deserving of nice things. People with Leo Sign tend to be spendthrifts as nothing is too good for them. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(THIS IS SO TRUE! Boyf = spendrift.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Feel free to discuss topics of intellectual interest. Leo's love to share their opinion, although be aware that they are prone to be boisterous about what they believe is right, and in most cases will not alter in opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leos love to take charge and play the leading role. Sexually a Leo will go to all measures to please a partner. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(is this true, love? *do the cheeky face* LOL!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They want a relationship to be exciting and intense. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes, I can see that.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; However, as much as they need devotion, they deplore possessiveness and jealousy. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(sound so him indeed.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A true Leo will remain faithful in a relationship, however they must have space and freedom to allow their outgoing nature to explore new adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for a generous, creative person that usually has a sunny disposition about life, you've found them. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(YIPPEE!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Don't forget to take into account that the Leo horoscope has the symbol of the lion for a reason. This king of the jungle, can be quite domineering at times. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(to be truth, I don’t really mind about this.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nonetheless, provided with the necessities that a Leo needs, you will find an affectionate, cheerful companion that will do almost anything for you. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(he loves compliment, so... YOU HANDSOME! YOU HANDSOME! YOU HANDSOME! YOU HANDSOME! Noooow my handsome boy, can I get what I want? ;D)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Virgo; 23rd August - 22nd September&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SnoriCVUvsI/AAAAAAAACYI/SOphIW9a-zo/s1600-h/blogg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366649769707224770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SnoriCVUvsI/AAAAAAAACYI/SOphIW9a-zo/s200/blogg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a rule, a person born under &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Virgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; horoscope is attracted to someone who possesses good conversation skills. They love to talk and surround themselves with friends who are well-tempered, nonchalant, and intellectually stimulating. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(the first paragraph says it ALL! True much!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're planning a date with a Virgo, try and avoid noisy places especially with lewd or obscene entertainment. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(LOL! see, i’m a good girl! No wonder Virgo is called the virgin.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The Virgo horoscope reserved nature and insistence of good taste, would get more pleasure from a quiet restaurant with soft music playing in the background, than from a rock and roll concert. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(that explains my fetish towards acoustic music but once in a while won’t do any harm right ;D)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They would prefer a place where the two of you can talk. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(betul, betul, betul! Kan lebih romantis jikalau kita berdua sahajaaaaaaa, wahai kekandakuuu...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably find a Virgo to be very interesting and be able to discuss almost anything with them. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(yes, you can talk to me under the moon, stars, sun, sky and even the Banyan tree. Or whichever tree you prefer.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; However, don't be in a hurry to jump right in and ask too much about their personal affairs, since they may find it to be an intrusion of privacy. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(STALKER!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rare occurrence for a people under the Virgo horoscope to hand out praise, so if you're looking for constant flattery, you may want to keep looking. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(no wonder he keep praising himself quite a lot! HAHAHA.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; While on the contrary, if you're looking for advice or an opinion on a certain matter, a Virgo will gladly participate. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(feel free to come and talk to me if you want to ;D)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo's are careful planners and are constantly seeking personal achievement and financial security. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(oh great. Hub, we’re balance. You’re the spendrift one while I’m the other way round.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They won't put up with frivolous spending habits and won't jump into a serious relationship without looking ahead first. Most likely a Virgo seeking a partner with practical ambitions exactly like themselves. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(BIG FAT UH-HUH! *click the FB like sign*)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the Virgo has found someone worthy to share their life with, they will always be loyal and provide plenty of happiness. This responsible, sensitive, and intellectual person takes love very seriously &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*singing* i’m hopelessly devoted to youuu..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Although they may appear aloof, and distant at times, they are very sensual and warm people. If you win them over, you will be more than rewarded with a prosperous and memorable life with them. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(so my dear, do you agree with this sentence?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Virgo and Leo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Snor2GTeM4I/AAAAAAAACYQ/m_aYF7Wb9Ug/s1600-h/DSC0013300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366650114370581378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Snor2GTeM4I/AAAAAAAACYQ/m_aYF7Wb9Ug/s200/DSC0013300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo and Leo make a match of two absolutely different people. When Virgo and Leo join together in a love match, they may initially overlook common interests and feel they have nothing to gain from one another. This is a relationship that evolves over time, each partner gradually understanding and appreciating the other. Leo is extroverted, dominant, and charismatic, and often has a short fuse. Virgo is studious, humble, modest and withdrawn, possessed of more versatility than Leo. Although there are differences, they make a wonderful love match when each partner warms up to the other's unfamiliar style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the relationship, Leo and Virgo may see nothing but faults in one another. Leo may seem tyrannical, and Virgo may seem too judgmental. But when they stop looking solely at one another's flaws and begin to discover one another's positive attributes, they'll discover an attraction. Leo shows Virgo good times and fun, and introduces the spontaneity that is often missing in Virgo's life. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(are you trying to say Virgos have no life? -.-')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Virgo teaches Leo patience and focuses their intellectual energy. Leo may feel Virgo is watching with too keen of an eye, but will inspire their partner to ease up. Virgo may consider Leo selfish and foreboding, but can teach them to be sensitive to others' needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo is ruled by The Sun and Virgo is ruled by the Planet Mercury. The Sun emanates light and heat and waits for others to gather around and accept the gifts of their presence. Virgo reaches out to others and works out all the details before committing to a determined goal. Both Signs need to take the time to see the value of the other's approach; Leo can teach Virgo to be less critical and more spontaneous while the Lion gains stability from Virgo's even keel.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my RP history, I skipped school today. And no, I’m fine sehat wal’afiat. Okays, this is how RP system works. There’s 16 weeks per semester and they will only count the best 13 weeks out of those 16 weeks. All my 13 weeks are all accomplished, except for science, which is tomorrow. So yeah, ne kirakan macam clear leave uhs. HURHUR! And plus, it’s enterprise today. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously I was bored the whole day, that explains the horoscope thingy. And I did some search on celebrities who have the same birthday as me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of them is Twiggy Lawson, the high fashion mod icon in the 60’s. You guys should know her if you watched ANTM. She’s one of the judges for the previous seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SnorLoBs-iI/AAAAAAAACX4/bSx1wnvuzXA/s1600-h/Twiggy_by_MissMoneypennyx3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366649384688482850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SnorLoBs-iI/AAAAAAAACX4/bSx1wnvuzXA/s320/Twiggy_by_MissMoneypennyx3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love her big eyes and long eyelashes. Pretty pretty stuff. And just a &lt;strong&gt;GENTLE&lt;/strong&gt; reminder for you guys, 45 days more to my birthday. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!~ duet raya &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;EXTRA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; okays. HUAHUAHUA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-4320106905833995592?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4320106905833995592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=4320106905833995592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/4320106905833995592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/4320106905833995592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-diary_05.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SnoraRjLtII/AAAAAAAACYA/q8C_F4JFFa8/s72-c/hub..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-3894452578710346138</id><published>2009-08-03T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:11:46.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>Today we had debating for Cognitive module. It was fun and our topic (for proposition two &amp; opposition two) was "This house believes that PBL is a useful learning pedagogy in enhancing knowledge in all disciplines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time debating and plus I am the first person to which obviously is equals to nervous. HAHA. But hell yeah, it was fun! HAHAH. The joker Axel tak habis-habis do the Sakongsa thingy. LOL! Pekik sampai tinggikan suara and muka merah macam my red ninja Dakine bagpack! HAHAHAH. And the classic shout that I made, "I WANT TO GET A!!" LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found something shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SneJVF6EjSI/AAAAAAAACXQ/X4Kd3y6Srzg/s1600-h/whatajoke!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SneJVF6EjSI/AAAAAAAACXQ/X4Kd3y6Srzg/s320/whatajoke!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365908476491238690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, FB ne asal boleh je. I feel like cracking my laptop LCD the moment I saw it. Serious shiet! &amp; yes that's Zahidah, sahabat karib kepada Farahlina. Gosh, what a joke! PTTFF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; remember my last Friday RJ? HAHAHA, I’ve got a B for it! And it’s damn freaking hard for me to get a B for maths you know! Okays, now I start to love RJ. NYAHAHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-3894452578710346138?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3894452578710346138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=3894452578710346138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3894452578710346138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3894452578710346138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-diary_03.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SneJVF6EjSI/AAAAAAAACXQ/X4Kd3y6Srzg/s72-c/whatajoke!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-2504756696343677564</id><published>2009-08-02T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:13:16.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>Today’s madrasah wasn’t really that fun. Ustazah was absent cause she’s not feeling well, so another Ustazah take over her. This relieve Ustazah took us before, I don’t really like her way of teaching. She likes to drag things up and to talk NON-STOP! And that reminds me of Enterprise facilitator, irritating much! Nevertheless, I did learn something new today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;For example:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy and a girl did sex before they get married and the girl got pregnant. And, the parents could only think of is to get those couple to get married before the girl’s stomach explodes! Especially the Malays, ain’t I right? But do you know, actually by right if they were to get married when the girl is pregnant at that time of point, the marriage is NOT counted. Another words, it’s BATAL, TAK SAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I was shocked cause this things happen everywhere! But thank god my friend got married after she gave birth to her daughter. Well at least her marriage is SAH dari pandangan Islam kan? De nak jimak dengan suami de beribu kali pun tak dosa. LOL! Google the word jimak if you don’t know. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shocking part two is the Ustazah said merokok itu HARAM. As far as I know or we know, smoking is makruh kan? She said smoking is bad, which obviously all of us know that. It hurts our body and pocket. So therefore, all the ulama bersepakat to say that smoking is haram. Then it got me thinking, if smoking is really haram, then MUIS should inform us about this matter right? So, now I’m pretty confused. Is smoking a makruh or haram? Even though my dad, boyf, brother and I ain’t a smoker, but I think I do have the need to know about this matter cause I do have friends, and relatives who smokes. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KAK AILI! CIK SITA! MEROKOK HARAM KE TAK HARAM NEEEEEEE?! LINA NAK TAHUUUUU...&lt;/b&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there’s 2 weddings happening at my area TODAY! One is at my void deck while another one is at next block. It’s like competition! Lawan laah, DJ &amp; hadrah sapa yang lagi kuat and happening! LOL! Well, all I can say is DRZ IS EVERYWHERE HEREEEEEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SnZHNWZe8KI/AAAAAAAACXA/ArdyqHmbMC0/s1600-h/Hello_Supermoto_by_mcoker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SnZHNWZe8KI/AAAAAAAACXA/ArdyqHmbMC0/s320/Hello_Supermoto_by_mcoker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365554300734861474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Be jealous Boyf, be jealous. LOL! Aiyaa, just wait for a year then you can have it. For the mean time, naek your Bumblee Bee and Lancer.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SnZHV3fBhXI/AAAAAAAACXI/Z12dTJyDUWs/s1600-h/bumblee+bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SnZHV3fBhXI/AAAAAAAACXI/Z12dTJyDUWs/s320/bumblee+bee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365554447055422834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-2504756696343677564?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2504756696343677564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=2504756696343677564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2504756696343677564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2504756696343677564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-diary_02.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SnZHNWZe8KI/AAAAAAAACXA/ArdyqHmbMC0/s72-c/Hello_Supermoto_by_mcoker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-2677700191102176958</id><published>2009-08-01T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:10:26.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SnZG7RlU7nI/AAAAAAAACW4/g3ePoLYt06U/s1600-h/misses+and+loves..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SnZG7RlU7nI/AAAAAAAACW4/g3ePoLYt06U/s320/misses+and+loves..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365553990204714610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;adinda pun rindu juga sama kekanda..&lt;br /&gt;tujuh hari tidak bertemu, bagaikan tujuh tahun tidak bersua.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!&lt;/b&gt; aku tahu, "STOP IT EYS AMAL!" lol! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-2677700191102176958?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2677700191102176958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=2677700191102176958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2677700191102176958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2677700191102176958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-diary.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SnZG7RlU7nI/AAAAAAAACW4/g3ePoLYt06U/s72-c/misses+and+loves..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-2644792762267006030</id><published>2009-07-31T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:20:37.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>Today's RJ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did your relationship with your team members today affect your learning? What are the ways you think you can do to improve the team relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with my new team members is 50:50. They seem to be a little bit uncooperative during the preparation for the presentation slides. While one or two of them did the work without discussing with us. As a scribe for the day, it’s quite hard for me as I need to compile everything in the PPT and need to know who’s doing which part. As a result, I have to be the leader cum scribe, since no one speaks out to do which part for the PPT. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that is very unfair for me, since I have to do almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for improvement, I think we should communicate more instead of doing things on our own and take initiative to do what has to be done for the PPT.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s maths group sucks! My team mates are like the boleh-buang-kat-dalam-longkak-aaah type. It’s like the no hope group. I had to become the scribe AND the leader. PFFTT! What is that call? Indirectly bullying, that’s what it’s called! Oh wells, I’m just being honest in my RJ and evaluation. (; fight for my right babe! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something funny happened a few minutes ago. I was happily chatting with Faz and earpiece is stuck in my ear but there’s no music. Suddenly, I heard someone knocking the door. I stopped whatever things that I’m doing. I was at the living room all alone while the rest were in the room. So macam “sapa ne ketok pintu malam-malam?!” maybe I’m just hearing things so I just ignore and continue my stuffs. Then the knocking sound starts again, continuously this time! Dengan pantas aku berlari ke arah ayahku dan dengan mukaku yang panik, aku mengatakan “ADA ORANG KETOK PINTUUUUUUUU!!” kepada ayahku. Mana laa tahu kot-kot makcik keropok ke! Malam-malam ketok pintu orang. Rupa-rupanyaaaa, pakcik saya daaaaaaah! =.= aiseyy, mak bedah! Tak dengar de beri salam daaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne laa, gara-gara makcik keropok nya pasal! Panic tak tentu pasal, tsk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-2644792762267006030?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2644792762267006030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=2644792762267006030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2644792762267006030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2644792762267006030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-diary_31.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-3060130819774788875</id><published>2009-07-30T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:08:34.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>Exactly a year ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SnEDI4rw00I/AAAAAAAACWw/mYAMz_n-v-4/s1600-h/happy_birthday_fye_sally!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364072082364748610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SnEDI4rw00I/AAAAAAAACWw/mYAMz_n-v-4/s320/happy_birthday_fye_sally!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; happy 20th birthday to…&lt;br /&gt;A person who is never serious.&lt;br /&gt;A person with a ‘R’ kaRat. (:&lt;br /&gt;A person who is kind enough to lend me baby DSLR Kelly to me for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s none other than&lt;br /&gt;Fye Sally. Go aww-to boy! Ahahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; here’s something for you.&lt;br /&gt;PS: jangan lupa kira berapa banyak pearl taw. 20 kan? Ahahas!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the drawing that I drew for you on your 20th birthday. I borrowed your DSLR and as a result, I owe you a lollipop and a bubble tea with 20 pearls. We were just friends at that time of point. And today marks your &lt;s&gt;12&lt;/s&gt;21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=anigifO.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="happy 21st Love." src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/anigifO.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough you’re now 21 years of age, and your character is like 12 years old primary school boy, i still love you. All the best for your endeavours, Hub. Have a great day my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: you will still be my aww-to boy, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugs &amp;amp; Kisses from your gf,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naffy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-3060130819774788875?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3060130819774788875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=3060130819774788875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3060130819774788875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3060130819774788875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-diary_30.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SnEDI4rw00I/AAAAAAAACWw/mYAMz_n-v-4/s72-c/happy_birthday_fye_sally!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-3424591888783778713</id><published>2009-07-30T10:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:16:44.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/cghcollage.jpg" border="0" alt="CGH collage"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullilah, now mum is back at home. She was discharged last night, only Allah knows how happy I was. Thank you family, boyf, besties and friends for the non-stop care and concern, encouraging me to be strong and the doa’s. (: Syukran...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum started to have tummy ache last Sunday, but she thought it was just a normal tummy ache so she just ignored it and bear the pain. I guess the tummy ache became more violent the next day. I was on my home, walking towards the bustop 89 and I received text message from dad saying he’s bringing mum to hospital due to tummy ache. I admit, I was worried at that time of point. It’s hospital for goodness sake, obviously it is something serious. I stood by the phone, waiting for dad to call me to update on mum’s condition. At 09.00pm plus, he finally called saying mum has to warded in. And of cos, I shoot him with 101 questions. I tear up a bit, I admit. I told brother about it, he was shocked and his face changed. About an hour later, mum called. We chatted for a short while and I swear I was trying my hardest not to let the tears roll down my cheeks. Soon after we hang up, I cried. (asyik nanges je keje aku!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up a little bit early the following day, doing breakfast and all and the phone rang. It was mum, and dad seems to like talk secretively and from there I feel something’s fishy. I keep asking why to myself the whole morning, then I told myself that maybe I’m just paranoid, I think too much. Text mum up during the lunch hour break, to check up on her but she didn’t reply. Weird much. So I text dad up and he saying that mum is having operation right now (appendix). I was shocked. My mum is going through an operation and I knew nothing about it! That explains why dad’s behaving secretive that morning. I hold back my tears (takkan nak melalak kat tengah-tengah class kan?), and off to the toilet to continue my “mencurahkan airmataku” session. I was this close to just pack my stuffs and leave my team members to do the presentation slides just to be with mum. But thanks to Faz, for knocking some sense in me and those encourages words. Thanks Faz! (: I went off to CGH right after school. Mum was in a weak state at that time of point when I arrived, due to the operation. It saddens me (and no, this time I didn’t cry). Stayed till 09.30pm and back home. I seriously don’t feel like leaving, I just want to stay there. I don’t mind if I have body aches the next day due to sleeping on the chair and not going to school the next day. But I know if I were to do that, she would scold me or her condition could be worse. There’s no way I’m putting my mum to risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I went back to hospital right after school the next day. But this time dad called me that mum can be discharged! I was smiling away in the bus when dad said that. I don’t care and I don’t mind if people would think I’m crazy. This time, mum looks much better than the day before. And yes, of cos I’m happy! :D At 06.00pm, mum could be discharged but yeah, you know. CGH is just being CGH! =.= we have to wait for the doctors to come, the medicines to arrive, the documents and necessary memos. Gedebak, gedebuk, gedebik sume, we went out of the hospital at 08.30pm and Uncle Azmi fetched us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now mum is in good condition and in recovering mode. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Sis Pet: Be strong alright, tabahkan hati and banyak berdoa okays. I’m sure Cik Siti will pull through, I'm sure she will.  *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-3424591888783778713?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3424591888783778713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=3424591888783778713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3424591888783778713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3424591888783778713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-diary_2716.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-5056270326717726443</id><published>2009-07-24T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:09:29.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>I wasn’t in my best mood today and I have no idea why. But thank god I didn’t shout at anyone’s face for no reason today. LOL! Was hoping that a bar of snickers, two bars of toblerones and a bottle of A&amp;W root beer would boost up my mood to the fullest, but it seems it doesn’t really work that much. Only ¼ of mood boosted up, I need another ¾ of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/5 out of ¾  - KFC!&lt;br /&gt;1/5 out of ¾  - A&amp;W root beer (AGAIN!)&lt;br /&gt;3/5 out of ¾ - Muhammad Syafiee Bin Mohd Salleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;happy fourth, hub!♥ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-5056270326717726443?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5056270326717726443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=5056270326717726443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/5056270326717726443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/5056270326717726443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wasnt-in-my-best-mood-today-and-i.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-9024177958942415463</id><published>2009-07-23T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:44:09.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmlHRX7rLQI/AAAAAAAACWo/rgNjmVJCCBs/s1600-h/ADEK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361895195168943362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmlHRX7rLQI/AAAAAAAACWo/rgNjmVJCCBs/s320/ADEK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy 17th birthday &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;irritating&lt;/span&gt; Brother!&lt;br /&gt;Semoga dipangjangkan umur dan dimurahkan rezeki. &amp;amp; all the best for your O’s!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrate by eating seafood. Dad bought chilli crab and baby squid. YUMMY! It’s Brother’s birthday but I’m the one who’s very happy, cause there’s CRAB! Lol, favourite oii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmlFvz4k0mI/AAAAAAAACWY/NuNMxAuO--Y/s1600-h/vespa+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361893519044956770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmlFvz4k0mI/AAAAAAAACWY/NuNMxAuO--Y/s400/vespa+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmlF5AxnXJI/AAAAAAAACWg/HhpDj_dtIBM/s1600-h/vespa_back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361893677124246674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmlF5AxnXJI/AAAAAAAACWg/HhpDj_dtIBM/s400/vespa_back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Just as much as I go gugugaga over vespa, I’m more gugugaga over you, boyf. ;D aww, sweet right? Okay, go timang-timang me tomorrow, I don’t care! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-9024177958942415463?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/9024177958942415463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=9024177958942415463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/9024177958942415463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/9024177958942415463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-diary_24.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmlHRX7rLQI/AAAAAAAACWo/rgNjmVJCCBs/s72-c/ADEK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-7953552023579275962</id><published>2009-07-22T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:17:13.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>I told mum about what happen this morning. And just as I guessed it, she LOL! I mean damn loud. HAHA. I ain’t telling what had happened earlier today, cause it is just so embrassing. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, school has been great. It’s the 12th week already and now, we’re more bonded together than before. But we’re only able to stay as classmates for the last one month now. Holidays are coming in one month time and a new semester will begin, which is equals to new classmates. Half of my first year is coming to an end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, nothing much to say. Takecare lovelies! (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-7953552023579275962?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7953552023579275962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=7953552023579275962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/7953552023579275962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/7953552023579275962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-diary_22.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-6837924835457698118</id><published>2009-07-20T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:42:53.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Ibu’s 44th &amp; Brother's  advance 17th birthday celebration.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmPnKgTakdI/AAAAAAAACWQ/Cfu2vz2nNgk/s1600-h/collage+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmPnKgTakdI/AAAAAAAACWQ/Cfu2vz2nNgk/s320/collage+bday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360382149157097938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-6837924835457698118?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6837924835457698118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=6837924835457698118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6837924835457698118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6837924835457698118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-diary_20.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmPnKgTakdI/AAAAAAAACWQ/Cfu2vz2nNgk/s72-c/collage+bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-8064253676546193779</id><published>2009-07-18T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:22:39.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>I’ve got so many things to update, but I feel so lazy! HAHA. Okays, well last Saturday was my uncle’s birthday so he treated us at Simpang. It was drizzling but who cares, LAPAR BABE!! I had my seafood marinara and root beer float. *wipe saliva* then off to Marina Barrage. The weather was playing trick on us, so didn’t really enjoy that much. &amp;amp; yes, I got to meet my favourite clever little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmLloNQ9XjI/AAAAAAAACWI/ixZW7VnNyaY/s1600-h/with+the+cute+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmLloNQ9XjI/AAAAAAAACWI/ixZW7VnNyaY/s320/with+the+cute+girl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360098985442631218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went for a date after school with GF Fiqa. Dah lama tak gi date dengan de. Went to Cotton On , buy the needs and wants and off to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naffy:&lt;/strong&gt; makan kat KFC uhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GF Fiqa:&lt;/strong&gt; taknak, aku nak makan kat atas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naffy:&lt;/strong&gt; taknak uhs, atas mahal laaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GF Fiqa:&lt;/strong&gt; aku nak makan kat situ. *pointing up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naffy:&lt;/strong&gt; long john? Long john pun long john laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita pun naek laa, abeh dah sampai, she pushed me away and walk somewhere else. And I ask her where is she going, LJS is over there. And she said the magic word, PASTAMANIA. Aisey bedah! Happy banget deh gua! Smiling all the way, I even jump in the middle of the shopping mall! Kan Fiq kan? HAHAH! Lantak laa, public ke tak, loncat je. Apa peduli kalo orang tengok, happy maaaah! I had my tuna and turkey bacon and mango trifle while Fiq had her creamy sausage and tiramisu. THANK YOU FIQ FOR THE DINNER TREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmLjgkWeK6I/AAAAAAAACWA/Rb-oSTEfW5k/s1600-h/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360096655177558946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmLjgkWeK6I/AAAAAAAACWA/Rb-oSTEfW5k/s320/three.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmLiF0G1otI/AAAAAAAACV4/XHVunFuIJU0/s1600-h/four.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360095096038859474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmLiF0G1otI/AAAAAAAACV4/XHVunFuIJU0/s320/four.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmLhTqB4LAI/AAAAAAAACVw/ixKYDYcqEUU/s1600-h/eight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360094234340240386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmLhTqB4LAI/AAAAAAAACVw/ixKYDYcqEUU/s320/eight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off to CS to find myself a ring. I lost my ring and I feel so uneasy without wearing it. Cari satu cincin punya laa lama, that’s cause my fingers are tiny! Cincin, gelang and jeans adalah perkara yang paling susah untuk saya cari kerana jari jemari dan tangan pergelangan saya kecil and punggung saya MAUT! HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, like finally I meet my Love *loncat atas katil!* initially our plan was to watch Transformers and I’ve booked the tickets beforehand BUT aku ne yang selenga, tak tengok time betol-betol! I thought it was 02.10PM, when it’s actually 02.10AM! GRRRR!! Obviously I felt very guilty about it laaa, but it’s kind of funny at the same time. He even said it that he has never experience like this with any of his ex-girlfriends. HAHAHA! Neither do I, this is my first time. LOL! I’m so gonna make sure I look at the time PROPERLY the next time round. Poor boyf, tak dapat tengok transformers. Sorry sayang! )’; bus ride all the way to Lavender and off to Penin Plaza. Boyf wanted to take his graduation photo but that mat saleh betul-betul ambil his own sweet time. Aiseyy, dah give up so we went to Penin since someone nak beli baju. Maklumlaa, dah dapat gaji kan. LOL! And I realize lelaki nak beli benda senang je. Kalo dah berkenan and boleh muat, teros beli. Kalo perempuan, tsk tsk. Faham-faham aje laa. Nak ne, tapi nak yang tu juga. HAHAHHA! Dinner at Funan IT Mall and we’re trying to find an ATM machine in the mall itself, sekali ternampak kedai nike. Aiseyy, si fanatic nike tu apalagi, masuk laa and bought another shirt. You should see how happy he was. LOL! Met the Ficks at Douby Ghaut for jam, then lepak at Bedok for a while and home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must time fly so fast when I’m with him? How I wish my every Saturday would be like more than 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmLg8cM6rUI/AAAAAAAACVo/Q002fnYMWx8/s1600-h/DSC001360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360093835491454274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmLg8cM6rUI/AAAAAAAACVo/Q002fnYMWx8/s320/DSC001360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I’m with you, I’ll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;Cause I miss you, whenever you’re not around&lt;br /&gt;When I kiss you, I still get butterflies years from now&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make every second count when I’m with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/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/31608648-8064253676546193779?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8064253676546193779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=8064253676546193779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8064253676546193779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8064253676546193779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-diary_19.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SmLloNQ9XjI/AAAAAAAACWI/ixZW7VnNyaY/s72-c/with+the+cute+girl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-2819721548577412564</id><published>2009-07-14T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:08:41.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DtZm5D3vmXo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DtZm5D3vmXo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="295" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sweet is that? i wonder if this really happen in the REAL world.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-2819721548577412564?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2819721548577412564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=2819721548577412564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2819721548577412564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2819721548577412564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-diary_14.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-2594902172369691358</id><published>2009-07-13T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:22:41.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SltABAXeWGI/AAAAAAAACVg/eRAZ9HQELw4/s1600-h/boltt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357946567709841506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SltABAXeWGI/AAAAAAAACVg/eRAZ9HQELw4/s320/boltt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;saya rindu sama kamu, aww-to boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday, april 09, 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;the first day when we first met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-2594902172369691358?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2594902172369691358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=2594902172369691358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2594902172369691358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2594902172369691358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-diary_13.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SltABAXeWGI/AAAAAAAACVg/eRAZ9HQELw4/s72-c/boltt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-3382017934162936475</id><published>2009-07-10T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:47:51.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bestie afi's blog @ 09th July 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to amal: whered u go... is poly that bz? anyway goodluck in ur journey.. the person i know for is its down to earth attitude and was not the person i know who talks kasar but sensitive, lame ,proud, young women, who has small feet haha, miss the old times but were getting older guess we all change, always cover my ass when i get in trouble so its only fair my turn to say srry and thank you.. bestie we shud go out properly next time haha. last words ( cute is hot, hot is cute)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me up on Monday and Tuesday but I already in my lala land. Hurhur. I talked to him on the phone yesterday night, even though I know I had to sleep. I sound like a mother. Reminding him to bring this, bring that, to do this and not to do that. See, how worried I was. Hurhur. Then we had conference with Wan. Soon, my tears start to roll down the cheek. Then si bestfriend ne pandai, de gi nyanyi lagu I’ll Be There For You by Bon Jovi. Aiseyy, apa lagi, MELALAK LAAAA HAMBA! That’s the song that we sing in the middle of the night. It’s our song, how can I not cry. I swear I was crying like a baby. Kan Wan, kan Wan? Sampai tersedu-sedu. &amp; now he’s official BOTAK! Sad thing I can’t send him off today. I think if i were to follow them just now, I would have cry more badly than yesterday night. Hehehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened to me this morning. I almost fainted in the bus while on the way to school. I was perfectly fine this morning, before I went out. Bus 168 was packed, so yeah, had to stand. Then suddenly I felt nausea tapi tahan. I felt dizzy, my body feel weak and my whole body including my face feels cold. I was at the edge of falling but I keep telling myself to endure, macam nak pitam! If the bus reached the interchange lambat, I would have faint in the middle of the bus! Thank god there was Didi and Fyaa. Fyaa said my face was so pale. It took some time for me to be okay. Now I’m like phobia of getting into pack bus with no seats. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey back home was err.. eeiiw?! HAHA! I took bus 89 back home from Sengkang and I happen to sit two seats behind this Chinese couple. And they were like PDA-ing throughout the expressway. Peck on the cheek or forehead is fine, but tongue kissing in the bus during peak hours? Pttff, how disgusting is that! Kalo duduk kat belakang, tak pasal laa. Suka hati dorang laa, bukan nya orang nampak. Ne duduk kat tengah-tengah! Mangkuk bin kuali betul! I hope those kids who board the bus don’t see what happen just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syafiq masuk camp, macam-macam happen. LOL! Okays then, I shall have my rest now. Nights people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-3382017934162936475?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3382017934162936475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=3382017934162936475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3382017934162936475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3382017934162936475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-diary_10.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-4060754252739365381</id><published>2009-07-09T20:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:53:18.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>One month ago, the boyf surrender himself to the SPF, and tomorrow will be bestie Afi’s turn. He’ll be surrendering his heart, mind and soul to the Guards. LOL. Initially, I’ve planned to skip school and send him off, but the UT week is getting in my way. URGH, spoiler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I’m quite worried about him. No, not about if he’s able to make friends and stuff. All he got to do is just smile and poooooof! They can be his next bestfriend. LOL.  Yes, uno in making friends. What I’m worried is, is he able to wash his own clothes? I’m not criticizing him, it’s just that I know who my bestfriend is. Bilik pun kemas once in a blue moon, kalo tak marah, tak anuh. He has NO problem getting up early, but he has big time problem in getting ready. Siap punya laa lambat, I pun kalah! Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been depending on others and this is the time for you to be independent my bestie. &amp; no, I ain’t complaining about how much you depend on me. In fact, I’m glad I am one of those few people who you turn to when you’re in need, and I’m more than happy to help you out and be your listening ears. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure you’re going to just fine. If others can get through the two years of NS, so can you! Mereka boleh, you boleh! MERDEKA! Hurhur. Look on the bright side, you can get back that badan sapao of yours again. *kening naek turun*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;ALL THE BEST RECRUIT SYAFIQ BIN SALIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SlXnEbW96WI/AAAAAAAACVY/7ZDhRwh12yE/s1600-h/recruit+syafiq.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SlXnEbW96WI/AAAAAAAACVY/7ZDhRwh12yE/s320/recruit+syafiq.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356441395076655458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be missing you, bestfriend AKA abang sapao.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehs.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: jangan lupa nyanyi lagu Zaibaktian okays! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; stay AWAY from gays. Lol. 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It’s our first time watching movie in 3D, so faham-faham laa. Jakon laa apa lagi kan. HAHAH! Hilarious it is and the Manny &amp; Ellie’s baby mammoth is so cute! It makes me want to get married ASAP and have babies. HAHAHA! Rush off to Henderson Secondary as the boyf has a soccer match there. I don’t even know that there’s a school by that name. HAHA! Henderson waves tu tahu laa. Minus of the hot sunny sun, I do enjoy watching the match walaupun ada yang menyakitkan hati seperti orang yang macam P. Bila kat luar field, maki hamun setinggi gunung tapi bila maen bola, macam %*@#! HAHA. I admit, I don’t know soccer term that much, but ... PFFTT! I even feel like going to him and say, TALK LESS DO MORE CAN?! Irritating much. Lol. Off to have late lunch with some of his soccer mates at the boring mall and bus ride all the way to Bedok and back to my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus ride can be fun at times. Maybe we should do that during our next date yea dear. (; from east to west and west to north and back o east. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-6532876897745492930?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6532876897745492930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=6532876897745492930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6532876897745492930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6532876897745492930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-diary_05.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-4157421889969081459</id><published>2009-07-04T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:03:39.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sk44or9MMfI/AAAAAAAACUI/UF4C4kMfaWA/s1600-h/3634509281_225ca603cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sk44or9MMfI/AAAAAAAACUI/UF4C4kMfaWA/s320/3634509281_225ca603cd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354279278635397618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFORMERS WAS OFF THE HOOK Y’ALL! I don’t mind watching it again and again. OP really did steal my heart, mind and soul this time round. Damn! And Ironhide is trying to steal a small piece of my heart just now too. HURHUR! He’s like the next OP, but still nothing beats OP. (: oh yeah, I cried when something bad happen to my dear OP. Heartbreaking man, heartbreaking! Anyhoos, just go and watch it okays! Go, go, gooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sk44yRvkQiI/AAAAAAAACUY/zp0BSIrD1ug/s1600-h/TransformersRevengeOfTheFallen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sk44yRvkQiI/AAAAAAAACUY/zp0BSIrD1ug/s320/TransformersRevengeOfTheFallen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354279443397624354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;isn’t he cute? *dreamy smile*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sk44svGm9vI/AAAAAAAACUQ/hohsJZ-vi7c/s1600-h/3640443523_bea2966db5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sk44svGm9vI/AAAAAAAACUQ/hohsJZ-vi7c/s320/3640443523_bea2966db5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354279348199683826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp; this is Ironhide. The face so garangly-cute. SUKA!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Naffy is obsess with these robots. Even Wei Qiang said so. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sk45iPYQkKI/AAAAAAAACUg/ZC-XP1s8QFk/s1600-h/OP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sk45iPYQkKI/AAAAAAAACUg/ZC-XP1s8QFk/s320/OP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354280267396714658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-4157421889969081459?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4157421889969081459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=4157421889969081459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/4157421889969081459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/4157421889969081459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-diary_04.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sk44or9MMfI/AAAAAAAACUI/UF4C4kMfaWA/s72-c/3634509281_225ca603cd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-3762305611637127157</id><published>2009-07-02T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:59:15.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>I thought my phone was being ku-ku this morning cause I’m unable to reply the boyf’s message and receive Didi’s message. I only received ALL the messages at 11.09AM. 10 messages at one gooooo! Ask Faz if you don’t believe me, she witnessed everything. HAHA. Kan Faz kan? Today school was quite okays, cause Wei Qiang and I gossip about the science faci over MSN. HAHAHAHA! It was hilarious, we can’t stop laughing and vibrating our body. And so does Faz. Lol. It’s was fun doing that. We should do that more often! Lol. Then followed the girls to Causeway as Fyaa &amp; Faezah urgently wants to buy their needs and wants. Now I know that Faezah is a shopaholic. TSKTSK! Learn how to save Faezah. Stop looking at all those clothes. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/foursome.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatin missing. IMY! See you tomorrow, that is if you come laa. HAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Tampines to meet the boys turn. HAHA. The bestie, BB Afi and Wan! Now Wan, we have met, so there’s no reason for you to miss me now. HAHA. Okay, I know I reached late. Sorry, but please don’t put the blame on me. put the blame o  the bus schedule itself okays. LOL. Bought my bubble tea once I reached Tampines. Ne laa, dah kene jangkit dari Faz. Hahas. Then proceed to buy my top and do some window-shopping. It was fun, especially the part where Wan kene disturb by us. “cheap publicity, cheap publicity!” NYAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/three.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/theree.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/wanvoguelicious.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite picture of the day, Wan Vogue. XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I met up with the boys, at least that cheer me up a little bit. Great company to be with, definitely! *thumbs up like Eddy Ali* (: and I soo can’t wait for tomorrow and Saturday baybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPTIMUS BABY, HERE I COMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-3762305611637127157?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3762305611637127157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=3762305611637127157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3762305611637127157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3762305611637127157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-thought-my-phone-was-being-ku-ku-this.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-8342860880426215349</id><published>2009-07-01T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:24:02.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>It's 1st of July already and today is the last day of flu babi "holiday". HAH. Time has been moving slow during this one week "holiday", but fast at the same time. Hahas, confusing much I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In nine days time, BB Afi will be off to serve the nation as the man in green. We had a long late night call yesterday. Reminiscing the day when we first met each other during the first day of school. Yes, the part where both of us sat with the wrong class. HAHAHA! That was classic and I can never ever forget that moment. Funny... the one who sat in the wrong class as me happen to be my bestfriend now. How cool is that. LOL. &amp; of cos, I ungkit the part where I had to wait for him for so loooooooooong at the interchange just to go to school with him in the morning. GRRR! But lucky him, he knows what I like the best and he bought it for me. Yes, KINDER BEUNO that is! And there, me, smiling widely with that chocolate in my hand. Hahahas. It seems like Kinder Beuno can change my mood in a blink an eye. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of meeting him up today since he's going to be enlisted pretty soon, but he has plan. Howells, maybe tomorrow or Friday I'll meet him then. Till then my bestie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Apa khabar engkau sana? Moga kau baik-baik sahaja... Aku ingin engkau tahu. Ku selalu merindukan kamu...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inside joke* LOL! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-8342860880426215349?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8342860880426215349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=8342860880426215349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8342860880426215349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8342860880426215349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-diary.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-2055949786229969339</id><published>2009-06-30T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:54:12.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>All checked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj312/winternoob/crossboxep2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; dakine bagpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj312/winternoob/crossboxep2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; sandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj312/winternoob/crossboxep2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; short haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj312/winternoob/crossboxep2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; new pair of glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj312/winternoob/crossboxep2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; blonde hair.         HAHAHA! Just kidding laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj312/winternoob/boxdg8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; headphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj312/winternoob/boxdg8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; deep burgundy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj312/winternoob/boxdg8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; TRANSFORMERS TWOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj312/winternoob/boxdg8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; LOVE ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nrf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-2055949786229969339?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2055949786229969339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=2055949786229969339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2055949786229969339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2055949786229969339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_30.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-4276016078286345214</id><published>2009-06-27T21:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:07:04.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ok2M0pFzAP8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ok2M0pFzAP8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="295" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Script;"&gt;saranghae&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-4276016078286345214?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4276016078286345214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=4276016078286345214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/4276016078286345214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/4276016078286345214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_27.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-1007118449329934842</id><published>2009-06-26T14:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:58:43.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>An article taken from The Straits Times, 26th June 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SkRqUH1SzdI/AAAAAAAACTQ/e2AxDzxztI8/s1600-h/18+positive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SkRqUH1SzdI/AAAAAAAACTQ/e2AxDzxztI8/s320/18+positive.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351519151155498450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Meanwhile, more students from Republic Polytechnic were ordered to stay away yesterday. On Wednesday, the poly had ordered some 4,500 students - its entire first-year cohort - and 16 teachers to stay away. Yesterday afternoon, about 100 second-year hotel and hospitality management course students and 19 teachers were asked to stay away from school. The poly said that as of yesterday, 18 students have tested positive for the H1N1 virus.  Elsewhere, more cases - both confirmed and suspected - continue to emerge.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;At Republic Poly, which has seen the widest disruption to classes so far among all schools, several students expressed worry about their health. Said one second-year student in the aerospace course: 'It doesn't make sense to ask only the year-ones to stay away. The infected person would have have walked around the polytechnic, and we should just close down for a week and sterilise the surroundings.' &lt;br /&gt;The students said they preferred to learn via the school's e-portal, which they termed 'part of everyday life'.&lt;br /&gt;One student, meanwhile said he had trouble getting to school yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;The 19-year-old second-year on the hospitality course, who did not want to be named, said: 'This morning, I was rejected by two cabs. Both flatly refused to take me once I told them I want to go to RP. The third cab dropped me off at the traffic light and refused to go into the school! I can't believe it!'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least now I know I’m not the only one who feels this way. Man, I really pity all those year two and three students. They still have to go to school as per normal despite of the 18 cases H1N1 in RP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, three of my classmates are fine. They are at home now, so left with three of my other classmates who are still stuck in the hospital. Especially Samantha, I heard her condition is getting worse. Oh dear... hope everything is going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the flu babi... the boy is coming home today, woohoo! But boohoo, can’t meet him till next week. *()@%#!! Another boring weekends for me. oh wait, does this means I can’t go to madrasah this Sunday? Oh great! PERFECTLY GREAT- not! Tsk. Okay, I’m off for my late lunch now. toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days being quarantined, 5 more to gooooooo!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-1007118449329934842?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1007118449329934842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=1007118449329934842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1007118449329934842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1007118449329934842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_26.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SkRqUH1SzdI/AAAAAAAACTQ/e2AxDzxztI8/s72-c/18+positive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-2444540486079672995</id><published>2009-06-25T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:39:13.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SkM3fp-6D2I/AAAAAAAACTA/21fCQ2imfjI/s1600-h/yudi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SkM3fp-6D2I/AAAAAAAACTA/21fCQ2imfjI/s320/yudi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351181799231459170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s Yudi, my orientation friend. The one who always call me Kakak, takpe gua bagi chance sama lu uhs, Brother. HAHAH. Since all the year one are being quarantine now and has to do the work through E-Learning, the LEO system is getting lag unlike yesterday. And I totally understand how he feels, especially when you’re a first timer using this E-Learning thing. But you will get use to it soon aite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was Physics. Lucky there’s no need to do Powerpoint (pheew!). I did the Practice Questions and just two questions from the Worksheets. Yeah, the Worksheet has too many grandfather stories, pttff! The RP has been calling us, to check upon us. I know they are being concern but man, they are such a pain in ass. Keep asking the same questions especially when people are still busying doing the school work. Grrr! Sampai dah hafal dah line dorang! Funny thing, the MOH called me up saying "&lt;em&gt;you can go out within the seven days but avoid crowded places&lt;/em&gt;". Meanwhile RP said, "&lt;em&gt;please stay at home for the next seven day, and don’t go out of the house okays&lt;/em&gt;". Contradicting much huh? Kan, bebual macam si Gemini Hamster tu. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Brother has watched Transformers 2 &lt;strong&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GRRRRAWRR, NOT FAIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I want to see my cute, charming hero, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;U&gt;♥ Optimus Prime&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Kalo tak kerana kene quarantine ini, aku dah lama duduk kat seat cinema tengok movie tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON’T CARE, I WANT TO CATCH THAT MOVIE NO MATTER WHAAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the one week quarantine of cos. NYEHEHEHEH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-2444540486079672995?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2444540486079672995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=2444540486079672995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2444540486079672995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2444540486079672995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_25.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SkM3fp-6D2I/AAAAAAAACTA/21fCQ2imfjI/s72-c/yudi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-4704600743440844886</id><published>2009-06-24T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:22:17.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SkHwpb-ZJoI/AAAAAAAACSw/joQscuKz2uE/s1600-h/bday+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SkHwpb-ZJoI/AAAAAAAACSw/joQscuKz2uE/s320/bday+girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350822426967615106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy belated 21st birthday dear Kak Hanis!&lt;br /&gt;Semoga di panjangkan umur dan dimurahkan rezeki yaaa. (;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing school work individually at home is suckish. We even have to do Powerpoint slide! Pttff! See, doesn’t mean we’re at home we do nothing. It is quite troublesome. I’ve been drinking mineral water and Vitamin C. Temperature taking every now and then. Yeah, I’ve been extra vigilant since yesterday. Starting from tomorrow onwards, ALL year one students of RP won’t be attending school till 1st July. Yesterday there were 5 cases in my class, and today one more people get it. So a total of 6 cases in my class now. That is scary. It seems like I can neither go to gf Risa sister’s engagement ceremony this Saturday nor meeting the boyf this week. &amp; that’s extra suckish! I miss my sayang gfs &amp; boyf a lot. Booohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SkHv2UmlNYI/AAAAAAAACSo/eLmGFlfOHLQ/s1600-h/3rd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SkHv2UmlNYI/AAAAAAAACSo/eLmGFlfOHLQ/s320/3rd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350821548815365506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy 3rd Love. imy.&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-4704600743440844886?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4704600743440844886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=4704600743440844886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/4704600743440844886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/4704600743440844886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_24.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SkHwpb-ZJoI/AAAAAAAACSw/joQscuKz2uE/s72-c/bday+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-4014873059646605302</id><published>2009-06-23T23:57:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:17:50.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine flu'/><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>An article taken from The Straits Times, 23rd June 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SkD9CTC1sLI/AAAAAAAACSg/RVcgv5EoRpw/s1600-h/H1N1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350554573229895858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SkD9CTC1sLI/AAAAAAAACSg/RVcgv5EoRpw/s320/H1N1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, two cases from RP. One is from W15B (which happen to be in the same block and level as my class) and another one is W36B. Both classes were being sent home. Half of my classmates didn’t turn up yesterday and Monday. Unfortunately, it happened to my class today. One of my classmates was confirmed of having the flu babi. So now, three cases in RP. But no worries, he didn’t come to school on Monday and Tuesday. He only came to know about it when he went to visit the doctor on Monday, and from there it was confirmed. So yeah, just like what I wrote on my facebook status, I ain’t coming to school for the next seven days. But still, there’s e-learning. PTTFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, my hatred towards RP has become greater and greater. (I've always hated RP from the beginning.) Yes, because of this flu babi. C’mon, they should just shut down the school for a moment. What harm does it make? Our school works are all through e-learning base, it’s not like as if we were given worksheets or any written materials to do school stuffs. Having just one H1N1 case in school is ALREADY bad enough, now what? You’re waiting for half of the school to get it, and then you want to close it down hah?! SIMPLY IDIOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I just got bad news from Faz. Now, four of my other classmates are now in the hospital. I’m speechless now. All I’ve got to say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FCUK YOU ALL PIGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &amp; die, nothing but a burden to the humans. My blog, my say. Don’t like, fcuking oink off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last temperature taking @ 11.56pm: &lt;u&gt;36.5 Celsius.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-4014873059646605302?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4014873059646605302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=4014873059646605302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/4014873059646605302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/4014873059646605302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_23.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SkD9CTC1sLI/AAAAAAAACSg/RVcgv5EoRpw/s72-c/H1N1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-958592204853450930</id><published>2009-06-22T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:02:47.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You’re the only reason why I don’t share all those stuffs with you. And you’re also the only reason why I keep and bottling up my emotions and feelings to one else but myself. Even up till now.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-958592204853450930?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/958592204853450930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=958592204853450930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/958592204853450930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/958592204853450930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_22.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-2193751959993088742</id><published>2009-06-21T12:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:42:45.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>Initially yesterday I planned to wake up early and jog by the beach, but somehow my eyes were too heavy for me to open it up. I almost slept during my prayers. That’s how sleepy I was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, like we have planned, we went to Henderson Waves yesterday. LIKE AT LAST, DAPAT JUGA JEJAK TEMPAT TUUUUU! (; it was &lt;s&gt;quite&lt;/s&gt; VERY tiring! It was my first time going there and I’ve got a special surprise from the Henderson Waves. I’ve heard Henderson Waves is nice and stuffs but nobody mention about monkeys before. It was just the first 15 minutes walk, and TADAAAA... three monkeys and a baby monkey were waiting for us. Aww.. How sweet. Hahas. &amp; of cos I freaked out laaa! So we waited for other people then we followed behind them. OMG, that was scary you know. I hold boyf’s hand and wouldn’t dare to look at the monkeys. Ada ke patot the boyf asked me to take pictures of the monkeys. Eeeeee, tak berani! Monkeys are mischievous. Takot-takot kalo de just like jump on your back while you were walking or snatch your bag away from you! But thank god, it didn’t happen to us. But somehow, the monkeys reminds me of brother, cause he’s born in the year of monkey. HAHAHAH! We continued our journey. It is full of ups and downs, stairs and slopes, together with the scorching hot sunny weather. Thank god I brought a fan, tu pun berebut at first cause both were perspiring like hell. Hahas. Then there it is, the mister Henderson Waves! I just love it cause it’s so chocolaty chocolate! I feel like eating it. LOL! The wind up there was super gerek, it can put you to sleep. I even saw a homeless boy sleeping while I was busy taking pictures. Poor kid... We had a pit stop before continuing our journey. Kecoh apa, salah jalan kene NAEK slope balek. Yaaa, NAEK SLOPE! Manyak penat wooooh! And I asked the boyf to piggy back me. C’mon what is boyfriend for? HAHAHA. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj22POR8K3I/AAAAAAAACSI/sTzJCtxzxxo/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj22POR8K3I/AAAAAAAACSI/sTzJCtxzxxo/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349632305033653106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj22DppX3_I/AAAAAAAACSA/ujyC6sOjnqg/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj22DppX3_I/AAAAAAAACSA/ujyC6sOjnqg/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349632106221264882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj21vrQKb7I/AAAAAAAACR4/H2EPV1Qpn_0/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj21vrQKb7I/AAAAAAAACR4/H2EPV1Qpn_0/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349631763055013810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj21G3YGp6I/AAAAAAAACRw/umuayMT7HIg/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj21G3YGp6I/AAAAAAAACRw/umuayMT7HIg/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349631061934909346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj20ZqWt_EI/AAAAAAAACRo/lY6n45byILE/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj20ZqWt_EI/AAAAAAAACRo/lY6n45byILE/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349630285345324098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;There, that’s the homeless kid I’m telling you guys about. (; LOL!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj20NSZMooI/AAAAAAAACRg/cBh1tEFiqKs/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj20NSZMooI/AAAAAAAACRg/cBh1tEFiqKs/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349630072754840194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj2z2kO723I/AAAAAAAACRY/vtfhbnztIec/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj2z2kO723I/AAAAAAAACRY/vtfhbnztIec/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349629682406644594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj2zgehr2wI/AAAAAAAACRQ/MwFvwSl1jq8/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj2zgehr2wI/AAAAAAAACRQ/MwFvwSl1jq8/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349629302917552898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj2zCwGBSsI/AAAAAAAACRI/1YifHS00vOM/s1600-h/09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj2zCwGBSsI/AAAAAAAACRI/1YifHS00vOM/s320/09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349628792237279938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the map doesn’t help really that much, CHET! It took us almost 2.5 hours to get out from that place, FUUUUUH! Happy banget dehh. Rasa macam Amazing Race nya contestant gitu. LOL. Headed to Banquet HabourFront as both of us were totally famished and thirsty! Dapat makan and minum syiok babe. Tapi lepas tu ngantok uhs. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, some tips for you guys if you plan to go Henderson Waves. Use comfortable clothing. It would be preferable for you to wear those kinds of thin cotton kinds. Panas babe, panas! Secondly, it would be best for you to use a nice comfortable shoe, you wouldn’t want to hurt you feet with those small stones and branches don’t you. And last, don’t forget to bring water along with you, unless you want to faint out of dehydration in the middle of the jungle laa. HAHAHA! And yeah, if you’re lucky like me, JUST BEWARE OF THE MONKEYS! DON’T RUN! Well, that’s what the man said to us laa. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to Ayah, you may not be reading this but I just want to say thank you for all the sacrifices you have made for me, for the whole family. Those countless OTs you have done, and sometimes you have to work during the Raya too just to get extra cash for us. Giving us a proper shelter and provide our needs and wants. I couldn’t imagine my life or I should say our life without you. You’re the only breadwinner in our family. All those jokes you have made really tickles us up, even though I find it quite irritating and annoying or even lame at times. Having you home feels like there’s 10 people in the house, you’re kecohness really brightens up everything. That’s how you powerful your presence is, Ayah. Thank you for all those moral and supports you have given me. Especially when I first wanted to join Guitar Club, you were quite reluctant about it. You prefer me joining tarian over guitar club. But seeing your little girl here wanting so much to learn how to play guitar, you had no choice but to follow her wants. You even rush back from work just so you can see and support me during my very first Esplanade performance. Thank you, Ayah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj26FTMMFmI/AAAAAAAACSQ/UZqi28T7gSU/s1600-h/ndp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj26FTMMFmI/AAAAAAAACSQ/UZqi28T7gSU/s320/ndp.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349636532599527010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy Fathers Day, Ayah!&lt;br /&gt;Ily.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-2193751959993088742?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2193751959993088742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=2193751959993088742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2193751959993088742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2193751959993088742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_21.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sj22POR8K3I/AAAAAAAACSI/sTzJCtxzxxo/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-6648873043886495515</id><published>2009-06-19T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:40:44.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cameroid'/><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>I wonder if the boyf would still love me if I become like this one day in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjtqlNN1SFI/AAAAAAAACQ4/Lmhp7nqfM-s/s1600-h/collage+selenga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjtqlNN1SFI/AAAAAAAACQ4/Lmhp7nqfM-s/s320/collage+selenga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348986169867978834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Makcik Naffy. HAHAHAHAHHA! Till then, peace out &amp; have a great weekend baybe!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjtrCqT6e6I/AAAAAAAACRA/_oHmMdCdmE4/s1600-h/peaceout!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjtrCqT6e6I/AAAAAAAACRA/_oHmMdCdmE4/s320/peaceout!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348986675894320034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-6648873043886495515?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6648873043886495515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=6648873043886495515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6648873043886495515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6648873043886495515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_19.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjtqlNN1SFI/AAAAAAAACQ4/Lmhp7nqfM-s/s72-c/collage+selenga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-1211392451425599118</id><published>2009-06-18T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:15:19.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sjnk6GJd2pI/AAAAAAAACQg/2emuJWRtFhs/s1600-h/cameroid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sjnk6GJd2pI/AAAAAAAACQg/2emuJWRtFhs/s320/cameroid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348557719213038226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Manje &amp; Ah-Lian. The September minamoi (combination of minah &amp; amoi.) LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sjnk-kXXxcI/AAAAAAAACQo/VeMy_2ZS1UI/s1600-h/myscene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sjnk-kXXxcI/AAAAAAAACQo/VeMy_2ZS1UI/s320/myscene.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348557796043900354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ve got the idea how to cut my hair (in the future). I LOVE HER HAIR! And so is the colour! It reminds me of MacD’s chocolate, strawberry and vanilla milkshake. LOL! How I wish I can dye and highlight my hair like this before I get married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjnlI7d2l1I/AAAAAAAACQw/MqY-aYHlH-s/s1600-h/Untitledd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjnlI7d2l1I/AAAAAAAACQw/MqY-aYHlH-s/s320/Untitledd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348557974043793234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is another sleepy day. Darn it, I even headbang in the bus while on the way home, sampai terlanggar Faz. Maaf yaa. The sun was scorching hot and the bahang-ness is making me perspire. I just hope the weather would be just fine this Saturday. AMIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Friday, YEAY! I can’t wait, Friday evening to be precise. (; yes, I’m going to countdown every Friday evening for the next six months or more. But I hope that everything will end by this December. Amin. Jadi buat masa ne, TERPAKSA laa saya bermadu mataer saya dengan government selama enam bulan. HURHUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, nothing much to talk about today. Evaluation and RJ are done, so is my dinner. I’m going to have my rest now. I’m sick and tired of having to stare the laptop screen every day. PTTFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Manje signing out!~&lt;br /&gt;(Carthy Ayu and Ah-Lian must be smiling right now. HUHUHU!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-1211392451425599118?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1211392451425599118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=1211392451425599118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1211392451425599118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1211392451425599118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_18.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sjnk6GJd2pI/AAAAAAAACQg/2emuJWRtFhs/s72-c/cameroid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-2590187186570692669</id><published>2009-06-16T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:23:41.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muhammad syafiee salleh'/><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, 16th June @ 7:35pm&lt;br /&gt;Message from Boyf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Sejak pegy camp, jiwang beb. Kerana sini takda gerl gerl mah. Then terasa rindu.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This text made me go "awww... so sweet!" &amp;amp; "HAHAHAHA!" at the same time. Funny cause dah kat dalam camp pun boleh sempat nak berjiwang-jiwang ne. &amp;amp; aww, cause he do think of me and misses me like I do. AWW... okays, stop it Naffy. HAHAH. Now he made me miss him even more. Never mind, three more days to book out. Woohoo!~ Fatin, jom kita sesame countdown. You countdown your boyf to balek dari Jakarta while I countdown my boyf to book out. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyf has been diligently texting me up every morning, afternoon, evening and before he went to sleep. He would sometimes call me up, just to hear my voice. Oh my sweet caramel, hehes. &amp; of cos, I don’t expect him to contact me every now and then. I know some of you might say, “this girl is so over. Serve the nation for 6 months aje pe, kat Singapore juga. Bebual macam mataer kat luar negeri”. HAHAH! Well, you’ve got to experience it only then you will know how it feels like. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you are my first thought in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and the last of every night&lt;br /&gt;you’re the one that’s make everything looks like a miracle&lt;br /&gt;the brightness in my live&lt;br /&gt;your kisses are delight&lt;br /&gt;u really had made me want u more&lt;br /&gt;more than before&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it hurt&lt;br /&gt;when u wanna leaved tonight&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it feel, like there’s no way I could hide&lt;br /&gt;my feeling for u&lt;br /&gt;and I thought that u should stay&lt;br /&gt;now wondering why&lt;br /&gt;that I wanted u to stay&lt;br /&gt;another day, so I can show u&lt;br /&gt;my heart is gray, and crying for u&lt;br /&gt;to cherish me, to comfort me&lt;br /&gt;and I swear to god&lt;br /&gt;that I really, really love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-2590187186570692669?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2590187186570692669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=2590187186570692669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2590187186570692669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2590187186570692669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_3872.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-3024818925246957133</id><published>2009-06-16T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:13:47.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n269/nueramal/anigif.gif" border="0" alt="happy 17th Faezah!"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th June marks the date where Singapore become noisier and chaos cause it’s the date where this girl (above) born. LOL, just kidding laaaa. Well, we had a so called mini celebration for her.  It wasn’t really that big (that's why it is called mini. LOL.) but it does come from the bottom of our heart. (: thanks to Fyaa for the cupcakes and Faz for the brownies. Hope you like the gift, &lt;s&gt;hamster&lt;/s&gt;Faezah. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjcwKpi6jHI/AAAAAAAACPA/9OTYiWVwcdg/s1600-h/cupcake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjcwKpi6jHI/AAAAAAAACPA/9OTYiWVwcdg/s320/cupcake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347796042034875506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjcwaaHYzEI/AAAAAAAACPI/h2Q_06eipiA/s1600-h/with+fyaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjcwaaHYzEI/AAAAAAAACPI/h2Q_06eipiA/s320/with+fyaa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347796312770792514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjcwrvmOdNI/AAAAAAAACPQ/snMYCOhH_Vs/s1600-h/brownies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjcwrvmOdNI/AAAAAAAACPQ/snMYCOhH_Vs/s320/brownies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347796610595058898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjcxGEdOgNI/AAAAAAAACPY/WPKxpwNvV5c/s1600-h/xoxo+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjcxGEdOgNI/AAAAAAAACPY/WPKxpwNvV5c/s320/xoxo+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347797062871056594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures, at FB! I manage to reach home early today and luck is on my side, I’m able to spend time with my little cousins, especially my favourite girl! Oh gosh, I miss her so so so much! It feels like only yesterday mum start to babysit her, with super pau cheek! HEHEHES! And now, look... how big she is now. David and Fyaa thought that she’s a Chinese. HAHAH. Howells, it's in the blood, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sjek0x7FMRI/AAAAAAAACPg/LytpdMteBVs/s1600-h/Picture000100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sjek0x7FMRI/AAAAAAAACPg/LytpdMteBVs/s320/Picture000100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347924309187047698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjemSCXlkWI/AAAAAAAACPo/lbgTbULwkgo/s1600-h/three03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjemSCXlkWI/AAAAAAAACPo/lbgTbULwkgo/s320/three03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347925911329411426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pipi satu-satu minta kene gigit! LOL.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-3024818925246957133?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3024818925246957133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=3024818925246957133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3024818925246957133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3024818925246957133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_16.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjcwKpi6jHI/AAAAAAAACPA/9OTYiWVwcdg/s72-c/cupcake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-83012426106755547</id><published>2009-06-14T18:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:58:48.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>Just like any girls who has boyfriend serving the nation, I always look forward to every Friday cause that’s when the boyf will book out. Was in ecstatic mode the moment he called me when he has booked out even though we didn’t meet each other. but still, I manage to see his botak head, all thanks to webcam! Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjTWinxNpkI/AAAAAAAACOw/1jmg17R6gPU/s1600-h/webcam+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjTWinxNpkI/AAAAAAAACOw/1jmg17R6gPU/s320/webcam+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347134547874915906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjTWeSZIpYI/AAAAAAAACOo/Io30i27kr1M/s1600-h/webcam+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjTWeSZIpYI/AAAAAAAACOo/Io30i27kr1M/s320/webcam+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347134473417303426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He claimed that he’s handsome no more now. Hahas. No worries sayang, you will get to have your normal hairstyle back in five months time, but smarter of cos. In the meantime, just endure and be my anak bulan. (: so yeah, he keeps holding and rubbing his head, macam orang pikiran gitu. Tengok de buat gitu, orang yang stress. Macam hairan gitu, dah takde rambut pun maseh nak usap-usap kepala tu. Hehes. I only got to know why he keeps doing that when I met up with him the next day. It feels so SYIOK touching his super short 1cm hair. It reminds me of Mister Ikky cause it feels like a teddy bear’s fur. HAHAH, really! Tak bedek, syiok gila! LOL. Then off we go to White Sands MacD as he needs to do his assignments. I didn’t know police were given assignments over the weekends. Funny thing, they’ve got to declare in their assignment who’s their girlfriend and how long they have known her if they have one. Rasa macam stalker gitu, sume nak tahu. Tsk... then off to our favourite place, the beach, where else. Seeing him happily explaining to me about his camp life makes me happy. Yeah, I can totally see that he is enjoying over there. Semangat police tapi command belum pass nah babe. Nevermind, this is just the first week. Naseb baek laa si girlfriend ne dulu NPCC, ajar de sikit-sikit. Tu laa, kaco orang lagi Naek Pangkat Cuci Coli. Abeh apa, Staff Sergeant cuci coli empat kali. Grrrr! Sekarang Staff Sergeant yang cuci coli empat kali ne yang ajar Trainee Sergeant ne uhs. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a short meet up with him again this morning. This time we had breakfast at the Downtown Macd since he’s been craving for it. Maklum, mengandung 11 bulan, de yang kata. HAHAHS. Today is the last day of holidays. GREAT! RP’s holiday is so weird. Kita holiday, school laen maseh sekolah. Kita buka school, dorang pula yang tutup, even ITE! Tak syiok sey! 10-11 weeks of Semester two and I really hope it will fly super duper turbo fast fast one hor! Now I’m looking forward to the next school holiday which is on August. Belum start school dah fikir pasal next school holiday eys. Bagus Naffy! Ne namanya “Look Ahead, must think about the future.” HEHEHE. And I hope the new Enterprise facilitator won’t be as stuck up like the previous one. AMIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Mum is coming home tonight, around midnight to be precise! I can’t wait, can’t wait! I miss her so much. Bagus laa tu... mataer keluar camp, ibu gi Kedah. Ibu balek dari Kedah, mataer masuk camp. Tukar-tukar shift uhs. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyebags are getting better now even though I’ve been sleeping at 03.00am everyday this week. I don’t why I have problem sleeping early this week. Just hope I’m able to sleep early today, kalo tak, macam zombie nanti kat school. Hahas. Okays then, gonna have some rest then going to do some workouts. Orang masuk poly, pipi makin susut, aku masuk poly, pipi makin TEMBAM! GRRR! Alright lovelies, toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjTOAX93WFI/AAAAAAAACOg/F9KD3CNK080/s1600-h/ily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjTOAX93WFI/AAAAAAAACOg/F9KD3CNK080/s320/ily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347125163424438354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Naek 1kg takpe. Naek 2kg, warning. Naek 3kg, RED CARD!&lt;/em&gt;” – Boyf.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; ohs Dily, we saw Fye’s BFF nya sugar tadi. Hurhur! Sugar de dah nampak, BFF de belum nampak-nampak lagi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-83012426106755547?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/83012426106755547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=83012426106755547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/83012426106755547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/83012426106755547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_14.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjTWinxNpkI/AAAAAAAACOw/1jmg17R6gPU/s72-c/webcam+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-6294146345571131862</id><published>2009-06-12T11:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:56:13.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K93dCa8GM34&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K93dCa8GM34&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="295" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nopes, it's &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; Nobody this time round. Listen to the lyrics to this NEW song. hehes. &amp; yes, change of skin again. Haha. I still prefer white skin cause it looks clean to me. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-6294146345571131862?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6294146345571131862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=6294146345571131862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6294146345571131862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6294146345571131862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_12.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-8281986341284548206</id><published>2009-06-11T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:18:49.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjC93oTVPHI/AAAAAAAACOI/VAB5M80InkI/s1600-h/twoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjC93oTVPHI/AAAAAAAACOI/VAB5M80InkI/s320/twoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345981521097735282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon or later, I’m going to chop off this hair of mine. I look like a ghost in the third picture didn’t I? Hahahs. Oh wells... mum has gone to Kedah this morning. She told me last night that she’s going with her siblings and she’ll be home on the Monday midnight. Cium maha cium tadi. Cium untuk Friday, Saturday and Sunday nyaa. LOL. Freaking four days without her in the house is just so... quiet?  I miss her calling me for help, especially when she’s watching Korean Dramas online and the video cannot be played &amp; I had to help her find it on youtube. I admit, I miss her nagging. Ibu, why you leave your gembeng daughter here alone? ): Tomorrow is Friday and I’m going to be all alone at home since brother has his D&amp;T in the morning then tuition in the evening and dad will be working. How sad... any saviour out there who can save me from boredness on Friday? Hehehs. Speaking of Friday, that boy is coming home tomorrow! YEAY! I wonder how he will look like now especially with his new haircut? Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-8281986341284548206?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8281986341284548206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=8281986341284548206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8281986341284548206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8281986341284548206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_11.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SjC93oTVPHI/AAAAAAAACOI/VAB5M80InkI/s72-c/twoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-1838425952871811785</id><published>2009-06-09T19:19:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:34:30.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>Hey ho, how you doing? Yeah, I’m good, I’m fine. No worries. I did some bloghopping a little bit just now. And I came across Diah’s blog whereby she did the virtual hairstyle. I love doing all these funny-funny things and since I’m bored now, I did some things with my “hair” LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;U&gt;Hairstyle number one.&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si5F8BBttgI/AAAAAAAACMQ/BJbiqOxKDc4/s1600-h/style+five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si5F8BBttgI/AAAAAAAACMQ/BJbiqOxKDc4/s320/style+five.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345286705105450498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah.. the Lady Gaga’s hair. Hahas. I’ve always want to keep my hair this long and with a bangs to go with. But due to the humid weather in this scorching sunny Singapore, niatku untuk pelihara rambut sepanjang itu tidak kesampaian. I even feel like chopping off my current hair now, or just go and G.I my hair. HAHAHAH. But of cos, I won’t do that. Kerna sesunguhnya, otak ku maseh waras lagi. Hehes. Moving on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;U&gt;Hairstyle number two.&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si5IC--kUJI/AAAAAAAACN4/8248wN8NIgc/s1600-h/style+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si5IC--kUJI/AAAAAAAACN4/8248wN8NIgc/s320/style+one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345289023837720722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*Huz style* Amaciam? Okay tak? LOL! I call this the modettes hairstyle or dalam bahasa melayu nya, rambut mangkuk! HAHAHAS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si5IItdlBAI/AAAAAAAACOA/98QgeeGI3Xk/s1600-h/WE_ARE_THE_MODS_by_CAOCOMICS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si5IItdlBAI/AAAAAAAACOA/98QgeeGI3Xk/s320/WE_ARE_THE_MODS_by_CAOCOMICS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345289122215166978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sama kan dengan cartoon ne? Boleh laa tu, specs tu tinggal nak tukarkan dengan shades je. Hahas. And this hairstyle reminds me of one of the ITE boys back then. I don’t know if any of my PMK remember that there’s this one particular Malay guy with this same kind of hairstyle who we usually saw him at the café during our break period. I call him the “rambut MOP guy”. Hahahs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;U&gt;Hairstyle number three.&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si5GYYOUNdI/AAAAAAAACMg/VTz-6exExcc/s1600-h/style+seven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si5GYYOUNdI/AAAAAAAACMg/VTz-6exExcc/s320/style+seven.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345287192368657874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Victoria Posh together with the Emo kind of hairstyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;U&gt;Hairstyle number five.&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si5Ge7arhqI/AAAAAAAACMo/rFYCX4u_9II/s1600-h/style+four.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si5Ge7arhqI/AAAAAAAACMo/rFYCX4u_9II/s320/style+four.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345287304894973602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or simply, just become the butch? HAHAHAHAH! Istightfar Amalina, istighfar! (X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;U&gt;Hairstyle number six.&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si5GlC_y6cI/AAAAAAAACMw/dVBhbEjfOaQ/s1600-h/style+six.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si5GlC_y6cI/AAAAAAAACMw/dVBhbEjfOaQ/s320/style+six.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345287410008910274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next generation of X-men, Wolve-lyn. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;U&gt;Hairstyle number seven.&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si5GrS5w_TI/AAAAAAAACM4/y9OATDqMi0I/s1600-h/style+three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si5GrS5w_TI/AAAAAAAACM4/y9OATDqMi0I/s320/style+three.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345287517357800754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind like this, cause I look cute in it. Just like the Korean actresses. NYAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, okays enough of these crap. Just received a GOOD news, from the boyf. Instead of getting confinement for the first two weeks , he gets to go back this Friday! He said unlike NS boys, regulars don’t need to spend their first two weeks in camp. WOOHOO! *punch fist in the air!* oh yes, I’m smiling from ear to ear right now. Hahahas. Okays then, I want to have my evening bathe now and have my light dinner after that. I can’t wait for Anugerah to start! Vote for &lt;strong&gt;Kamsani Jumahat &lt;/strong&gt;okays! &lt;strong&gt;NOMBOR SEMBILAN BELAS (19)! &lt;/strong&gt;Tak faham bahasa melayu? &lt;strong&gt;VOTE NUMBER NINETEEN!&lt;/strong&gt; Okays? Good! Hope everything will so smoothly for him today. &amp; yeah, he’s good, real good I tell. And I’m saying this not because he’s my friend. I mean he is my friend but I’m just stating the fact that he is a good singer. Okays, I think I shall stop for now. Till then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si5GwQHPu0I/AAAAAAAACNA/lExXHRo4VWU/s1600-h/style+two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si5GwQHPu0I/AAAAAAAACNA/lExXHRo4VWU/s320/style+two.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345287602508380994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“sampaikan laa salam cintaku padanyaaa! TERIMA KASEEEEEH!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-1838425952871811785?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1838425952871811785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=1838425952871811785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1838425952871811785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1838425952871811785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_308.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si5F8BBttgI/AAAAAAAACMQ/BJbiqOxKDc4/s72-c/style+five.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-6006083896602302849</id><published>2009-06-09T01:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:56:08.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>Time does fly real fast huh? And it's 9th June already. Yeah, the BIG day has arrived! No, no, not my wedding day people. HAHAH. Yes, today is the day where the boyf has to surrender himself to the SPF now and forever until he retires. Hahahs. But nevertheless, I managed to spend the whole day of yesterday with him. Yes, I was super glad about that cause I didn't expect to be out with him on the day before he went in. So yeah, accompany him to Beach Road for his plain white polo tee and trackpants. Then headed back to his home and his mum was cute and funny. He needs to bring notepad along with him, so the mum bought him the notepad. And the mum said, "&lt;em&gt;Mama dah belikan Along notepad taw. Mama beli Mickey Mouse nya.&lt;/em&gt;" HAHAHAH! Cute or what. A guy who is a police officer using a Mickey Mouse notepad. Tak fierce sungguh! LOL. So yeah, chit chat for a while and then off to City Hall to meet Didi for the Singing Club's performance at the Esplanade. The show was GREAT! Bravo to you guys. I love the Mamamia song the most. Hehes. Hangout with his irritating brother and one of his bandmate for a while after the performance then home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 02.00am now, in a few hours time that boy is going to have a whole new beginning in his life now. Where he will start to become a man, even though he will forever say that he’s always a boy, not a man. HAHAHA. He'll be the one whom the kids would always look upon to and call them as "The Heroes". (I'm not sure if it implies to all kids, but yeah, I did think that way when I was a kid. Even bila dah besar gedebab macam ne pun I still think the same. LOL.) &amp;amp; hell yeah, I'M PROUD OF THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you said try not to miss you too much, I know I won't be able to do that cause missing you has always been a daily routine for me. It's funny when I was first attach with you, you're always the one who will keep saying "I miss you" to me every week and I always wonder why you always keep missing me. Unlike you, I'm able to so called "survive" without saying "I miss you "or not meeting you for more than a week. But now, I guess I'm just too attached to you that I keep missing you every now and then. &amp;amp; boy, I can't promise you that I won't cry cause your girlfriend here is such a crybaby and she knows that she will definitely cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si1RkBOTIpI/AAAAAAAACMI/f5AuFHtv3sY/s1600-h/little+hubby+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345018012004197010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si1RkBOTIpI/AAAAAAAACMI/f5AuFHtv3sY/s320/little+hubby+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;With a simple reason, I'm going to miss you more-er and more-er as each day pass. I'll see you in two weeks time, sweetheart. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-6006083896602302849?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6006083896602302849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=6006083896602302849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6006083896602302849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6006083896602302849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_09.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Si1RkBOTIpI/AAAAAAAACMI/f5AuFHtv3sY/s72-c/little+hubby+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-8717743664782137504</id><published>2009-06-07T20:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:04:42.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>01 . Besides your lips , where is your favorite spot to get kissed ?&lt;br /&gt;` cheeks, forehead and hand? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 . How do you feel when you woke up this morning ?&lt;br /&gt;` nothing, stare in the blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 . Who was the last person you took photo with ?&lt;br /&gt;` my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 . Would you consider yourself be spoilt ?&lt;br /&gt;` err, no? hehehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 . Would you ever donate blood ?&lt;br /&gt;` i've always wanted to donate blood. but the sight of the needle freaks me out. yes, i'm afraid of needle and injections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 . Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex ?&lt;br /&gt;` yes. the abang guards, Syafiq bin Salim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 . Do you want someone dead ?&lt;br /&gt;` HAHAH, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08 . What does your last text message say ?&lt;br /&gt;` okay best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 . What are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;` esok nak pakai baju apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 . Do you wish someone was with you right now ?&lt;br /&gt;` always.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 . What time did you go sleep last night ?&lt;br /&gt;` almost 0300am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 . Where did you buy the T - shirt you are wearing now ?&lt;br /&gt;` secondary school? hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 . Is someone on your mind right now ?&lt;br /&gt;` yeah, couple of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 . 10 people tagged to do this quiz :&lt;br /&gt;01. Fye.&lt;br /&gt;02. Afi.&lt;br /&gt;03. Didi.&lt;br /&gt;04. Fally.&lt;br /&gt;05. Wan Pao.&lt;br /&gt;06. Dily.&lt;br /&gt;07. Haryati.&lt;br /&gt;08. Syafiqah.&lt;br /&gt;09. Faz.&lt;br /&gt;10. Fatin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 . Who is 02 [Afi] having a relationship with ?&lt;br /&gt;` no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 . Is 3 [Didi] a male or a female ?&lt;br /&gt;` yes of course SHE's a FEMALE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 . If 7 [Haryati] and 10 [Fatin] get together will that be a good thing ?&lt;br /&gt;` NOOOOO! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 . What is 1 [Fye] studying about ?&lt;br /&gt;` laws and how to become a Police Officer, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 . Is 4 [Fally] single ?&lt;br /&gt;` physically single yes, but mentally attached with Mike Shinoda. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 . Say something about 2 [Afi] ?&lt;br /&gt;` my sweet sweet sweet bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 . What do you think about 3 [Didi] and 6 [Dily] being together ?&lt;br /&gt;` which will NEVER happen cause they know that they are both woman. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 . Describe 9 [Faz].&lt;br /&gt;` just knew her few months ago. a very tall and thin young lady who laughs in a silent mode. HAHAHA. her laugh has no sound, she only vibrate her body only. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 . What will you do if 6 [Dily] and 7 [Haryati] fight ?&lt;br /&gt;` i don't know? they don't even know each other in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 . Do you like 8 [Syafiqah] ?&lt;br /&gt;` she's my secondary school girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SivFpgH6WiI/AAAAAAAACLo/me-4NmC-uPI/s1600-h/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344582699593652770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SivFpgH6WiI/AAAAAAAACLo/me-4NmC-uPI/s320/boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you guys watch Boys before Flowers on channel U? Well, I manage to finish up all episodes few days ago. I’m always a big fan of Korean drama cause their dramas are so sweet. In case you guys want to catch it online, tengok kat TV macam lambat gitu kan, here’s the link &lt;a href="http://www.mysoju.com/boys-before-flowers/"&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;B&gt;Boys before Flowers&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Hoo looks dashing after he cuts his hair. Of cos the “OH MY GOSH! HE’S SO CUTE” perkataan terkeluar from my mouth. &amp;amp; the main actress who plays as Guem Jan Di looks like Talissa. There, that’s the picture of Jan Di and Ji Hoo. Go see the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SivF125cv8I/AAAAAAAACLw/BHF32l8yxfg/s1600-h/3370722410_a08f494504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344582911865438146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SivF125cv8I/AAAAAAAACLw/BHF32l8yxfg/s320/3370722410_a08f494504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sama macam Talissa kan? Especially when she smiles with her teeth shown. Long lost twin sister agaknya. LOL! But nothing beats that egoistic, level-headed yet passionate Gu Jun Pyo. Yeah, of all the F4, I like him the most. The bad boy but minus of his curly hair of cos! HAHAHAH. But there’s this one scene where he decide to straighten his hair to school. LOOK, LOOK, LOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SivGG1ZjfnI/AAAAAAAACL4/aV2udgNjLyw/s1600-h/3340903105_092a02bdd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344583203521003122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SivGG1ZjfnI/AAAAAAAACL4/aV2udgNjLyw/s320/3340903105_092a02bdd1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, that is just so ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*FAINT!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve always fetish this kind of hairstyle. *senyum kambing* okay, one last picture of him can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SivGMKUbylI/AAAAAAAACMA/ARdrZhrbeEk/s1600-h/3525010748_8b2d69f678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344583295036017234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SivGMKUbylI/AAAAAAAACMA/ARdrZhrbeEk/s320/3525010748_8b2d69f678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay dah tu je. BYE! Hehehehes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-8717743664782137504?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8717743664782137504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=8717743664782137504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8717743664782137504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8717743664782137504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_07.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SivFpgH6WiI/AAAAAAAACLo/me-4NmC-uPI/s72-c/boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-2950827253354457401</id><published>2009-06-06T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:19:55.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was great. I met up with BB Afi and his gay buddy, Wan Pao. LOL, just kidding laa. It was a last minute plan. We headed back to the beloved ITE Simei as the abang guards want to deliver Kaz D’s shirt. Then we headed to CS for our dinner together with the singing club members. IT WAS FUN! Full of laughter and all. ITE days, I sure do miss that A WHOLE DAMN LOT! And Teha was damn funny. She keep doing the Philippine’s accent. Hahahas, ne laa akibatnya kalo keluar dengan orang drama ne. &amp; Kaz D, just do whatever that’s best for you okays. I can’t really help you that much in this matter, but I can offer to be the listening ear if you want to. Hehehs. Anyways, wish you all the best alright brother!  And do take care of your health. (; so yeah, back to the story, we followed the singing club girls do the finding of the earring and what other accessories for their upcoming performances at the Esplanade. Mana dorang pergi, kita membontot dorang aje laa pendek cita. And like finally I’ve used my $10 coffee bean voucher. Standard laa Amalina. Caramel frappe, apa lagi kan. But of cos, non-coffee one cause I don’t drink coffee. (; suka uhs tu dapat coffee bean eys, BB Afi and Wan Pao? Hahas. So yeah, hijrah from CS to T1 then back to CS, naek atas, turun bawah, masuk shop and save sume, at last at almost 10.00pm we decide to went separate ways. I seriously hate that part. I wish that moment with the ITE fellows can just stay like forever gitu. HAHAHA. But snap, back to reality my dear naffy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ain’t doing nothing much. Just did some house chores and sleeping. LOL. Basically I’m staying home the whole day of today. (: alrights then, I’m going to watch some cartoon on Disney channel now. So take care lovelies. MY DEAR DISNEY CHANNEL, HERE I COMEEEEEEEEEEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thanks to Nur Fazilawatie, I’m now addicted to careless whisper by Seether. THANK YOU EYS FALLY! Hehehs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-2950827253354457401?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2950827253354457401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=2950827253354457401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2950827253354457401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2950827253354457401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_06.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-4707455833133421260</id><published>2009-06-04T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:26:55.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Okays, I came back cause everybody’s been bugging me to update my blog since some claim that my blog is full of dust, just like her cupboard in her room while some feels like as if she just came to a ghost blogtown whenever she bloghop to my blog. HEHEHEHEH! Whatever it is I’m having my two weeks of vacation right now and I hope these two weeks of vacation go pretty slow, so I can spend more time rolling on my bed. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six weeks of school or another word, half of my 1st semester is done. The first UTs are all done, and it was hell to me. I ONLY have confident in my Science UT while the rest... no comment, especially Maths. *shake head* sigh. Okay, school matters, push aside. Been busy with school stuffs &amp;amp; now it’s time to relax and catch things up by BLOGHOPPING first! Hahas. Hari-hari kat sekolah mengadap laptop pun takde time nak bloghop, or even to update my own blog. Too shag and too tired which will lead to too lazy to do it. See the link now? good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoos (budak-budak zaman sekarang selalu cakap macam tu. LOL!), I manage to do some catching up with BB Afi during the late night call for the past few days. It’s been a while since we laugh our ass off on the phone. He managed to qatam his reciting of Al-Quran pass few days ago before starting his new life as a man in green. Hehehes, that’s good! &amp;amp; Sis Pet, I’ll always pray for Cik Siti’s speedy recovery okays. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love life? As always, it’s been great. Cherishing each and every moment that’s left. By right it should be 6 days left, but he received a call from the recruitment yesterday saying that the date has been postpone. Then a few hours later he received two different text messages. One saying the date has been postpone while the other text message says he’s suppose to report on 9th June. So, which is which? Hamba pun tak tahu. Hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sick for the past few days, but am in recovering mode. I’m getting better and better each day, maybe thanks to the homemade barley. And mum, for forcing me to eat the medicine every now and then. Hehehs. But my appetite of eating has gone. I can’t finish up my double cheeseburger, not even half I think. I can’t even finish up my all times favourite KFC chicken. Yeaaah, that bad. Hahahs. Alrights then, I shall stop my entry for today and get some decent rest now. Toodles lovely earthlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SiajJTECB7I/AAAAAAAACLg/apuFlZ0YIW8/s1600-h/ily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343137388053006258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SiajJTECB7I/AAAAAAAACLg/apuFlZ0YIW8/s320/ily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am a Starbucks girl, who misses the boyf damn a lot.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; Dear miss cheap publicity, I seriously don’t see the need for him to introduce about you to me even though I believe you have a sexier ass than mine. And again, I don’t see need for him to tell you that he’s attach cause he’s no longer related to you, you’re not even in his friend list. Hope you get that in your mind, coffeeshop girl. (; – yours truly, Starbucks girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-4707455833133421260?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4707455833133421260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=4707455833133421260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/4707455833133421260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/4707455833133421260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SiajJTECB7I/AAAAAAAACLg/apuFlZ0YIW8/s72-c/ily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-3228427927683629801</id><published>2009-05-25T21:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:28:21.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>Tahukah anda? Semalam saya bertungkus-lumus belajar untuk Matematik bagaikan nak rak, fikirkan bahawa UT-ku pada hari ini adalah Matematik. Pada hakikatnya, UT pada hari ini adalah Enterprise (maaf, saya tidak tahu Enterprise dalam bahasa Melayu). Dan untuk memburukkan lagi keadaan, saya tidak belajar untuk Enterprise saya pun, sedikit pun tidak. Naseb tidak menyebelahiku kali ini. Apakan daya, saya hanya mampu untuk berserah dan tawakkal ke pada yang maha Esa, haiz... (HAHAHAHAHAHAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, I think shall stop the Bahasa Baku for now. I find it quite irritating and too dramatic. LOL! Anyways,  today I tried taking bus service 161 back home. Amazing, it was super fast! It took me 20-30mins to reach Sengkang from Woodlands interchange. Cepat gilaaa kan?!! Okays, I know I sound jakon. First time naek bus 161 babe, faham-faham aje laaa. Faz, you don’t smile-smile and laugh-laugh eys. Hahahs.but the disadvantage of taking 161 is I can’t sleep like how I usually sleep in bus 969 as in takle tdo lama-lama. Nak tdo, tdo sekejap-sekejap je. Nanti terlajak babe. In another words, I manage to reach home in an hour time. (: at last I found an alternative way of getting home faster than I always do. At least this helps me a lot, especially on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Sebenarnya, saya sudah tahu bahawa jika saya menaiki bas 161, saya dapat pulang ke rumah dengan cepat, tapi cuma saya sahaja yang tak nak pratikkan. Ini lah namanya orang degil. Hehehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiklah, sebelum saya akan mengakhiri  catatan saya pada hari ini, saya hendak kongsi dengan anda sekalian satu video klip ini. Semoga anda terhibur! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="295" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lotylWh5424&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lotylWh5424&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="295" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw, read and listen to the lyrics yaa. &amp; as usual, Adibah Noor's voice FUUUH!)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALMOST 14 days left...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-3228427927683629801?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3228427927683629801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=3228427927683629801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3228427927683629801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3228427927683629801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-diary_25.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-691853016630242440</id><published>2009-05-24T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:00:02.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/ShlGySJSfXI/AAAAAAAACLI/w-r5OyIwhbQ/s1600-h/NightAtTheMuseum_poster-thumb-550x822-12363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339376662902635890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/ShlGySJSfXI/AAAAAAAACLI/w-r5OyIwhbQ/s320/NightAtTheMuseum_poster-thumb-550x822-12363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a while since I watch movie at the cinema with family. Dad decides to watch Night At The Museum 2, so we watch the midnight show. Rumah dekat dengan downtown maaah, turun jalan sikit dah sampai. Hehehs. As we all expected, the movie was hilarious and cute too! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been studying maths this one whole Sunday. Gosh, I gave up half way. TAKLE ANGS BABE!! But lucky there’s brother to help me out with some questions. And just as I guessed it, I won’t get any grade A for any module this week. &amp;amp; my maths is FOREVER grade C. Haiz... Never mind, two weeks of holidays are coming up soon. So I shall make full use of that time to so call revise all those algebra and stuffs. Plus the boyf will be in camp at that time, so yeah... at least by doing that it makes me feel busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, alrights there’s nothing much to say now. So, toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;amp; happy two sayang (; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/ShlG5Gs2Z7I/AAAAAAAACLQ/lawkbzUY7Yo/s1600-h/bike+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339376780089649074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/ShlG5Gs2Z7I/AAAAAAAACLQ/lawkbzUY7Yo/s320/bike+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;U&gt;ily&lt;/U&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-691853016630242440?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/691853016630242440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=691853016630242440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/691853016630242440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/691853016630242440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-diary_24.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/ShlGySJSfXI/AAAAAAAACLI/w-r5OyIwhbQ/s72-c/NightAtTheMuseum_poster-thumb-550x822-12363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-6978891154821528730</id><published>2009-05-16T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:15:02.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Friday and every Friday we have maths module. It is also known as the kutuk day. LOL. Kutuk sapa lagi kalo bukan the faci. Hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sg6dSjI4W_I/AAAAAAAACLA/GQ3z-ow9qVI/s1600-h/white+panties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sg6dSjI4W_I/AAAAAAAACLA/GQ3z-ow9qVI/s320/white+panties.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336375550476311538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no words to describe about that faci. Okays fine, she's young but I don't see the need for her to dress up like that. She's a FACI for goodness sake. And she keeps on bending till her so called "donation box" can be seen. Well, there's more, but I think I'll just keep it to myself. Hahas.  Apart from that, she's in a happy mood yesterday. Laughing and all, it feels so weird. Maybe her boyfriend patch up with her back, that's why. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UT tests are coming up soon. I've got so start "revising" back all my maths and science stuffs again. This is like revising for your O's last minute. Haiyaaa... &amp; right now, I'm still thinking whether I still want to stay on in PK or join other IG. I like Tuesdays cause we learn about theatre, but Thursday, we've got to learn about Sastera. *&lt;em&gt;lemaaah semangat!&lt;/em&gt;* HAHAHS. Yeah, sastera like sajak, pantun, puisi. You know those kind of very the bangsawan kind of thingy. My Malay language is getting rotten ever since last two years. And last Thursday we had to do a pantun individually. &amp; I swear I can't think of anything &lt;strong&gt;AT ALL!&lt;/strong&gt; Everybody's busy writing and I'm still staring at that blank paper. Aiseeyy man... manalaa aku tahu buat ne sume. Kata-kata bunga pun tak pass, kalo suruh aku draw bunga tu pass laaa. Instead of talking in Malay language since my IG is under Malay Cultural Group, I talk to them in ENGLISH language. =.= Amalina, Amalina TSK! &amp; you know, it's quite tiring to reach home at 10.00pm plus every Tuesdays and Thursdays and as a result, I will reach late for class and look like a zombie the very next day. I only went for the IG for one week only and I'm dead beat already. I think I'm so tired that yesterday I slept at 7.00pm plus after dinner with the family and woke up at around 12.00 noon just now. &amp; yes, I &lt;strong&gt;DIDN'T&lt;/strong&gt; do my RJ. Firstly, I’m way too tired and can’t be bothered and secondly, the question is ridiculous. The question was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choose an animal whose natural behaviour best describe your performance today. Justify.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of RJ is this, man! This is what happen if you've got to give RJ everyday sampai takle fikir nak bagi soalan apa. Okays, back to the story... In another word, I slept for MORE than 12 hours and now, I'm still sleepy. Hahahs. Dasyat, dasyat! I told my girls about it and they suggest me to take other IG instead. So yeah, now I'm still considering about it. HE-LEEEEEEEP! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;24 days left...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-6978891154821528730?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6978891154821528730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=6978891154821528730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6978891154821528730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6978891154821528730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-diary_16.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sg6dSjI4W_I/AAAAAAAACLA/GQ3z-ow9qVI/s72-c/white+panties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-1612238744814463439</id><published>2009-05-13T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:26:23.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>PK (Pementasan Karyawan) was fun! I admit I was excited but nervous at the same time. There's actually a meeting last Thursday but I didn't turned up due to graduation. So yeah, I was a loner laa. HAHAHS. But everything went okays after sometimes and it seems like I'm one of the person who talks a lot. So, is that good or bad? Hahahs. Then the Director talks about when there's a show coming up, we’re going practice like hell and that’s when the bond between ourselves becomes closer and closer. And also the non-stop whining of "TAK HABES-HABES PRACTICE!" lol! But when everything is over, shows are done, no more practice, you began to feel the so called sadness feeling. You begin to miss the bunch of cliques you have spent your time with and stuffs. When he said that, my mind went straight to my beloved guitarmates. I miss you guys a lot. The days we spent together, singing and strumming the guitars in jamming room. &amp;amp; sing It's All About You together till we get it right. HAHAHAHS. I almost want to cry but I hold those tears back. Nanti orang ingat apa cita pula budak ne nanges tak tentu pasal. LOL! So my IG or so call CCA is on every Tuesday and Thursday, from 05.00pm to 08.00pm. I know it's late, tell me about it! PTTFF!!~ ohs, the good thing about PK is, we not only focus on drama theatre, sajak, pantun, puisi and bahas only, we also focus on the jobs of backstage crews! Aiseyy, SHIOK OR WHAAAAAAT?!! Hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm super happy for the boyf upon hearing the good news. I was about to jump up and down the room when he told me, then I realized there's bunch of people staring at me. so tak jadi laa kan nak lompat, batalkan saja laa niat tu. Hahahs. Believe it or not, I'm smiling right now while typing this out. Hahahs. See, how happy your girlfriend is for you. Tak lama lagi, orang tu jadi &lt;strong&gt;ABANG POLICE &lt;/strong&gt;laaaa. Dah boleh tunjuk warrant card sana sini eys. Tangkap matrep banyak-banyak, since that's what you want to do kan. Lepas tu simpan dorang kat dalam lokap. Hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to the Woodlands interchange, smiling widely on the phone cause of the happy news and he sounds so happy then the smile suddenly macam muram sikit. &lt;strong&gt;SIKIT JE!&lt;/strong&gt; Tak banyak. Cause he said he'll be going in a month time. Pandai-pandai laa korang imagine reaction aku yaaa. Hahas. It's like freaking &lt;strong&gt;FAST&lt;/strong&gt; isn't it! In another words, no one is there to PM me early in the morning to say "good morning sayang" anymore. )': Damn, I have yet to prepare myself you know. But hey, at least he's going off 3 months before my birthday. (: which is good isn't it? Right cousin Nabilah? Whatever it is, I'm glad and VERY happy that you've got in to SPF. Live your dreams yaa sayang. Congratulation! (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-1612238744814463439?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1612238744814463439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=1612238744814463439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1612238744814463439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1612238744814463439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-diary_13.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-491185240316985394</id><published>2009-05-11T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:53:53.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sgg46Qn-9jI/AAAAAAAACK4/fKsZfZu9eNU/s1600-h/the+ramen+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334576332166592050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sgg46Qn-9jI/AAAAAAAACK4/fKsZfZu9eNU/s320/the+ramen+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with the boyf &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; just now. We had a movie date at Downtown E-Hub, watched The Ramen Girl. I loved it, it was quite hilarious. Satu bebual English, lagi satu bebual Japanese. Bagus laa tu, itik and ayam bebual. &amp;amp; I find Brittany Murphy quite beautiful. I wish I have her lips. I totally love her lips damn a lot, so sexaaaaay! Hahahs. Since the movie is all about Ramen, the boyf non-stop saying about his Naruto. "&lt;em&gt;Naruto likes to eat Ramen you know.&lt;/em&gt;" Naruto this, Naruto that. How’s my reaction you asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;=.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;TAK HABES-HABES DENGAN NARUTO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's totally into Naruto now. I think he thinks about Naruto more than he thinks of me. It seems like Naruto is his "mistress" now. LOL! Never mind, as long as he still remembers I'm his girlfriend and knows that I'm more important than Naruto, I'm fine with it. Hehehes. I don't mind him putting his soccer first before me cause I know boys just can't stay away from soccer. Bak kata pepatah arwah P.Ramlee, "bagaikan irama dan lagu." Hahahs. BUT! If he ever puts Naruto first before me uhs, tahu apa uhs sis mahu buat sama lu uhs bro... LOL! (X okays, enough of that. I want to wash up, think of what to wear tomorrow and have some decent rest. I'm going to start my pementasan tomorrow, till 08.00pm liao. Haiyaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, did you guys watch the Kerana Cintaku Saerah? I manage to watch the last two episodes only. The story really touches my heart. &amp;amp; Amalina being Amalina, standard laa. NANGES LAAAAA, apa lagi kan. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-491185240316985394?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/491185240316985394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=491185240316985394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/491185240316985394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/491185240316985394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-diary_11.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sgg46Qn-9jI/AAAAAAAACK4/fKsZfZu9eNU/s72-c/the+ramen+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-8833049512110461720</id><published>2009-05-10T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:51:38.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>Thank you for being there for me. From the moment I step into the world and up till now. Thank you for all the sacrifices that you’ve made even though the risk of giving birth to me was in danger at that time of point. The doctor said your life and my life were at a stake. Either one of us will die, but you chose to give birth to me no matter what. That’s how deep your love for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was just a little person, you breastfed me till I’m strong and healthy. You’re the one who feeds me, clean me up and dress me up like a lovely, pretty little princess. The one who will get worried most and stay up all night just to make sure I’m alright when I’m sick. Even up till now, you’re still doing that to me. I still remember I was so scared that I just couldn’t stop crying, even when my girlfriends tried their best to comfort me. I cried like there’s no tomorrow, not till I saw you coming to me... just by looking at your face and with you by my side, I know that everything is going be alright, there’s nothing for me to be scared of. I know I’m not a perfect daughter. I did things that make you angry. You would always nag at me like there’s no tomorrow whenever I came home late and sometimes I would raise my voice to you when I’m not in a good mood. Despite of all of these, you are still there for me, standing by my side, catch me when I fall, give me encouragement and motivate me to strive for the best and most importantly, you are there to accompany me every minute and every second throughout my daily journey without fail. It is nothing compared to these chunks of words than to your sacrifices you have made and your unconditional love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one loves me more than the way you love me. No one is to willing sacrifice the way you do for me. And no one is as great as you, Ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgbZ3BPZ07I/AAAAAAAACKw/IGDfT02wjTE/s1600-h/ibu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334190347916006322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgbZ3BPZ07I/AAAAAAAACKw/IGDfT02wjTE/s320/ibu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Mothers’ Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ily, Ibu.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-8833049512110461720?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8833049512110461720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=8833049512110461720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8833049512110461720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8833049512110461720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-diary_10.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgbZ3BPZ07I/AAAAAAAACKw/IGDfT02wjTE/s72-c/ibu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-7542474314551206643</id><published>2009-05-09T17:46:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:04:54.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>As you guys know, I went for graduation on Thursday. I think I was damn excited to see my beloved PMK that I came quite early with my parents. Each and every members of my PMK came, except for some. &amp;amp; Suraya, you have been missed by me and all of us! &lt;strong&gt;GET WELL SOON YAAA!&lt;/strong&gt; (: okays now let the pictures do the talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgWFAwkCv0I/AAAAAAAACKQ/DlxFjLxx_bI/s1600-h/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333815581772791618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgWFAwkCv0I/AAAAAAAACKQ/DlxFjLxx_bI/s320/one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pillars of strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgWK7xCRfsI/AAAAAAAACKo/p8zhAyvOYD8/s1600-h/mally+%26+fally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333822093070008002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgWK7xCRfsI/AAAAAAAACKo/p8zhAyvOYD8/s320/mally+%26+fally.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Shinoda’s fanatic fan! She is, TRUST ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgWFuZvSkmI/AAAAAAAACKY/0cbP_u_ydOA/s1600-h/two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333816365919933026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgWFuZvSkmI/AAAAAAAACKY/0cbP_u_ydOA/s320/two.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Fad comment at FB, “Anugerah Audition”. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgWHprNHeeI/AAAAAAAACKg/pd5Ppfpvry0/s1600-h/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333818483732347362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgWHprNHeeI/AAAAAAAACKg/pd5Ppfpvry0/s320/three.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with the long-lost DR. Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgV-qRy3qfI/AAAAAAAACKI/E73M5qKqbuU/s1600-h/four.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333808598486591986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgV-qRy3qfI/AAAAAAAACKI/E73M5qKqbuU/s320/four.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bestfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVxPV9GPJI/AAAAAAAACJ4/SQKPYkubHZ0/s1600-h/five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333793842095602834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVxPV9GPJI/AAAAAAAACJ4/SQKPYkubHZ0/s320/five.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVw5wJnneI/AAAAAAAACJw/tB5hPOvkdkk/s1600-h/six.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333793471170321890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVw5wJnneI/AAAAAAAACJw/tB5hPOvkdkk/s320/six.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The F squared; Fauziah &amp;amp; Faiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVgHsxzNgI/AAAAAAAACJo/9jAPuwraQbM/s1600-h/seven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333775019085608450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVgHsxzNgI/AAAAAAAACJo/9jAPuwraQbM/s320/seven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVeBXqIhHI/AAAAAAAACJg/uWYHVndbgZE/s1600-h/eight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333772711313835122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVeBXqIhHI/AAAAAAAACJg/uWYHVndbgZE/s320/eight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Barney, Dora the explorer &amp;amp; Dipsy the teletubbies.&lt;br /&gt;*inside joke* LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVcuCAw-bI/AAAAAAAACJY/cdY-u0BVcw4/s1600-h/nine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333771279574038962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVcuCAw-bI/AAAAAAAACJY/cdY-u0BVcw4/s320/nine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the matrep, Wan Pao! (X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVcYp6ZTEI/AAAAAAAACJQ/59CddxqXVSg/s1600-h/ten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333770912327617602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVcYp6ZTEI/AAAAAAAACJQ/59CddxqXVSg/s320/ten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Zahidah &amp;amp; Usha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVWv9j-XvI/AAAAAAAACJI/yNOzU3Re_hM/s1600-h/eleven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333764715669511922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVWv9j-XvI/AAAAAAAACJI/yNOzU3Re_hM/s320/eleven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVWRwIPFCI/AAAAAAAACJA/UJFQ-zh4P8w/s1600-h/twelve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333764196667429922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVWRwIPFCI/AAAAAAAACJA/UJFQ-zh4P8w/s320/twelve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVVvQGPfJI/AAAAAAAACI4/HuFGYVJV3po/s1600-h/thieteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333763603953581202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVVvQGPfJI/AAAAAAAACI4/HuFGYVJV3po/s320/thieteen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVU_vVJLsI/AAAAAAAACIw/vue2buudy6E/s1600-h/forteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333762787703860930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVU_vVJLsI/AAAAAAAACIw/vue2buudy6E/s320/forteen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wireless Technology girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVRVMDcy-I/AAAAAAAACIo/vrqv8ExIirM/s1600-h/fifteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333758758145018850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgVRVMDcy-I/AAAAAAAACIo/vrqv8ExIirM/s320/fifteen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didi &amp;amp; Zee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pictures, please click on the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=73829&amp;amp;id=647844037&amp;amp;l=835b7cf29b"&gt;(&lt;b&gt;Graduation Class of 2009.&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang out with BB Afi, Wan and Saiful at Simpang for a while before meeting that &lt;s&gt;Sengkang big bully&lt;/s&gt; sweet boyf. (; and now, I'm missing that boy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;PS: I miss you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-7542474314551206643?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7542474314551206643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=7542474314551206643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/7542474314551206643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/7542474314551206643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-diary_09.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgWFAwkCv0I/AAAAAAAACKQ/DlxFjLxx_bI/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-927105535284331590</id><published>2009-05-08T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:51:33.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>End of the third week! Like finally I’ve got a freaking grade A, for Cognitive Processes and Problem Solving I only. For programming, standard. I’ve been maintaining it, got grade B and surprisingly, I’ve got B for science too. The rest, C. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enterprise faci is being such as FAT PO! And just now was maths! It was a hell I tell you. Okays wait, that’s not big enough. Let me make it a little bit bigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT WAS A FREAKING HELL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How’s that? Hahas. Ohs, the hell is referring to the faci, not the problem statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgRQjN7t-kI/AAAAAAAACIg/vdXWPPZnRtc/s1600-h/RJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgRQjN7t-kI/AAAAAAAACIg/vdXWPPZnRtc/s320/RJ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476424679291458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maths faci is being such a fcuk-up bitch today! Kalo ada PMS, tak perlu uhs nak vent kat kita apa. Emotional problem uhs ne pompan sepet! Kan, dah bebual macam minah. Hahas. Perangai sey. Kalo takle take joke, gi duduk hutan diam-diam uhs. NO LIFE APA! Dah laa suka tonggek-tonggek, kalo pantat maut takpe. The boys in my class were like, &lt;em&gt;"aiyaaa, yesterday she broke up with her boyfriend laaa."&lt;/em&gt; Because of her fcuk-up attitude, every one of us is against her now. at the end of the day my classmates were like, &lt;em&gt;"eys, next Friday don’t need to come uhs. We meet at the woodlands MRT station then we go vivo uhs. Class outing!"&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates... &amp;amp; sorry for the improper words I’ve used in this entry. TENGAH MARAH NEEE!! Lols! (X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-927105535284331590?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/927105535284331590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=927105535284331590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/927105535284331590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/927105535284331590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-diary_08.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SgRQjN7t-kI/AAAAAAAACIg/vdXWPPZnRtc/s72-c/RJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-6180081047369241147</id><published>2009-05-03T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:46:48.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What do you want right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` nothing. Or go and eat my dinner perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your favorite color?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` my favourite colour of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ALL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-times is brown. incase you guys don't know, I fall in love with brown easily than the green. That explains why 75% of the things in my room are brown. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you kissed anyone in the last 48 hours?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` 48 hours ago was on Friday.. I kissed my mum, actually I kiss my mum everyday laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like your first name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` definitely. If not, I would introduce myself as Naffy instead of Amalina or Lina to my new classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you cry today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing at 8 this morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` still snuggling on my bed, dreaming awaaay about boyf. seriously, ain't kidding you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` playing restaurant city and mafia wars on FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` the sound of the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you currently doing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` playing those two games and this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you told anybody you loved them today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` everyday can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you miss anybody?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any plans for tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` sigh. Schoooooooool what else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the reason behind the last time you cried?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` let me recall.. OH! I watched Khabhi Kushi Khabhi Gham, that's why. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there anyone you want to be with right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` yes please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you going to be home alone tonight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`nooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you fill this out without lying?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` then what do you think I'm doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you kissed anyone who's name starts with the letter C?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` jelly beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name someone that made you laugh today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` my ustazah &amp;amp; madrasah classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` 0100am plus, doing some stuff online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could move somewhere else, would you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` why not, have some relaxing vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which of your friends lives closest to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` my high school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you believe ex's can be friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` yeaps, why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` calls, easier. Can say everything in one shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you live a day without TV?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you mad about anything?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` not really mad at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think relationships are ever really worth it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` worth it for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time you spent the night at someone's house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` hmm.. Can't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a bad influence?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` no laaa. I'm a good girl whaaat. right? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were you smiling when you woke up this morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` no, I was too sleepy to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you met someone new?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` last two weeks, my new classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you last eat pizza?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you drink beer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` YES! sabaaar, belum habes lagi neee... root beer ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you wash your own clothes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` not really, cause mum did the washing most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you any good at poker?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`HAH! I don't even know how to play poker, seriously! I have no idea, not even a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you want more than anything?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` confidence, that's all I'm asking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besides your bed, what is your favorite thing in your room?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` my teddy bear, Mister Ikky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pepsi or Coke?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever take someone back if they cheated on you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` most probably, NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you enjoy piercings and tattoos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` piercings, not really. tattoos, yes. But not those kind of ah-beng, ah-beng style one hor. You know, those kind of Miami ink &amp;amp; LA ink kind of style. yeah, those pin-up girls, potraits. &amp;amp; oh not forgetting my favourite, script tattoos! But hey, that doesn't mean I'm going to have one. I know my stand and I know what's right and wrong according to my religion. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taco Bell or McDonald's?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` taco bell tak halal, so MacD. LOL! betul apa.. hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you restless?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` yeah, a little bit. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is your computer desktop or a laptop?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` right now, laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Want to be a prince/princess?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` I am, in my parents' eyes of cos. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you believe dreams come true?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` yes, that is if you put in effort to make you dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last song you heard?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Cinta antara kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like Batman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` err.. not really. I prefer Optimus Primeeee... *gundu smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is in the room with you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` no one, I'm in the living room right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing before this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` madrasah-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the closest item near you that is blue?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` tissue box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What instant messaging service do you use?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose house were you at last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you wear more, jeans or sweatpants?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the last movie you watched?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` 17 again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you last buy a new pair of pants?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` hmm.. last december?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where's your favorite place to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` anywhere as long as I'm with my love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you shop the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` anywhere, sungei road also can. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did you get the shirt you're wearing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` it's the RP orienatation's shirt. J ke apa Amalina?!! *PUKE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coach Purse or NFL game tickets?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` COAAACH PURSEEEEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you happy with where you are?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` with family, besties, boyf &amp;amp; friends, YES. school? not really laaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you believe that you can change someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` maybe I can, cause I just did that last year without me realizing it. NICEEE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you going to do after you do this survey?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` iron my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, how’s your long weekend going? Great? Good? Boring? Mine was fine I guess. Had a date with the boyf on labours' day and went out with mum the next day. I'm pretty lazy to tell all the details and stuffs, so yeah, go figure yourself. Anyhoo, graduation is in four days time, woohoooo!~ I can’t wait, can’t wait! I miss my beloved ITE simei a lot &amp; of cos my PMK classmates too! So yeah, I ain’t coming to school this Thursday. *&lt;em&gt;DOUBLE YEAYNESS!&lt;/em&gt;* and to make it even better, I won’t have to meet the mute boy for science module this week, cause science module falls on Thursday! *&lt;em&gt;TRIPLE YEAYNESS!!&lt;/em&gt; * &amp;amp; I don’t need to see that science faci this week also. *&lt;em&gt;punch fist in the air!&lt;/em&gt;* waaaah, happy or what. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah happy happy tak datang school, nanti Wednesday jangan lupa nak ambil kasut sudah. LOL. Sapa kat sini yang baek hati nak ambilkan kasut untuk saya? (: hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: I smell nasi ayam thousand island!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-6180081047369241147?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6180081047369241147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=6180081047369241147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6180081047369241147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6180081047369241147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-diary.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-8789370952612854079</id><published>2009-04-30T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:12:57.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sfmlc0u3MxI/AAAAAAAACIQ/SxNbYbjT5_o/s1600-h/naffy+faezah+fatin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sfmlc0u3MxI/AAAAAAAACIQ/SxNbYbjT5_o/s320/naffy+faezah+fatin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330473548579812114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been coming on time for the whole of this week. Good job, Amalina! (: Instead of taking that bus service 168, I took 969 this time round. It took a little longer than 168 but at least, I won’t have to suffer myself, or being indirectly molested early in the morning by some strangers. Or even worst, trying very hard to breathe just to keep myself alive. Aku ne dah laa pendek, macam nak pengsan diri satu jam kat dalam bus. Lemas babe lemas, suffocate hamba! Hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science and Maths faci didn’t come for this week. Everyone was happy when we found out that the science faci didn’t come. Hahahas, yeaaah we hate him. LOL. &amp; we had our maths just now. Oh crap, I &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; maths now. Yes, you read it right. I know I used to love maths and maths was one of my strongest subjects during my high school years but &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; now. It’s a maths module but the problem statement given is like craps. Sometimes I wonder whether am I in the wrong class or am I dreaming. Haiyaaa, no comment about maths. I’m sure Faifai knows what I mean. Hahas. &amp; I’m sorry to say this but I find the education system there sucks and crap. Imagine you doing the so called science practical in the laptop itself. For example you’re studying magnetism on that day. Usually you need to get you hands-on the magnet, try it out with iron filings, compass, paper clips, AC &amp; DC current etc, only then you will understand better right. I tell you hor, you look like one gundu doing that so called practical in the laptop you know. Press here, press there. Wahliaooooo! Practical are suppose to be hands-on. Hands-on mean you can touch the things man, can feel it and see how powerful the magnetic force is. Haiyoo... I’m totally pissed off with that man. Balek secondary school buat practical cara betul lagi mulia laaa. Grrr.. whatever. SHEEESH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like finally, I’ve got my freaking ez-link! Dah boleh pakai consession, save sikit duet. Kalo tak, every 3 t0 4 days kene top up. Mahal wooooooh! Wokays readers, that’s it for today. I've got nothing much to say today and I want to wash up then going eat my dinner. Till then, takecare of yourself and happy weekends! &amp; ohs, stay away from swine wokays! (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-8789370952612854079?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8789370952612854079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=8789370952612854079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8789370952612854079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8789370952612854079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-diary_30.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sfmlc0u3MxI/AAAAAAAACIQ/SxNbYbjT5_o/s72-c/naffy+faezah+fatin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-3249473110774292225</id><published>2009-04-28T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:09:27.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muhammad syafiee salleh'/><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SfcMnbeebII/AAAAAAAACII/YlZyY7nH4ik/s1600-h/my+sweet+boyf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329742555546283138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SfcMnbeebII/AAAAAAAACII/YlZyY7nH4ik/s400/my+sweet+boyf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you tell me, how can I not &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; this &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mister sweet sweet caramel&lt;/span&gt; of mine? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-3249473110774292225?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3249473110774292225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=3249473110774292225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3249473110774292225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3249473110774292225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-diary_28.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SfcMnbeebII/AAAAAAAACII/YlZyY7nH4ik/s72-c/my+sweet+boyf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-1152642922684157102</id><published>2009-04-27T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:04:00.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SfW6bHuls9I/AAAAAAAACH4/LQDcXt1O3gI/s1600-h/turtle+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329370709156541394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SfW6bHuls9I/AAAAAAAACH4/LQDcXt1O3gI/s320/turtle+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I drew for programming today. Jyeah, a cute house with a chimney on top. LOL! The facilitator quite like my cute house you know. Just that there’s no smoke came out from my chimney. LOL! "&lt;em&gt;I guess in the house, no one use the kitchen at all&lt;/em&gt;." – The facilitator. (X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like doing presentation for the programming module, cause the facilitator goes easy on us, unlike the science facilitator. Sheeesh! Unfortunately, tomorrow is Tuesday and it’s my science day. PTTFF!~ I’m so not looking forward to it, really! Anyways, I’ve been browsing the Forever 21 site since last night. Take a look at their outfits, just to get some brief ideas and stuff. Still feeling unsatisfied, I browse again the site just now during lunch and I saw this beautiful dressy top which really caught my attention from the moment I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SfW6bUXYOGI/AAAAAAAACIA/q9D5xXiR3lQ/s1600-h/54995290-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329370712548849762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SfW6bUXYOGI/AAAAAAAACIA/q9D5xXiR3lQ/s320/54995290-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the redness of the top. Oh my goodness... I don’t know why, but I’ve been eyeing on red coloured-stuffs for the past few months. And now, I simply just can’t stop staring at it... so femininely-beautiful isn’t it? I want this, can? gaaaaaaaaaaah!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I went to Tampines 1, TM and CS with Didi after school, surveying on the formal clothings. Man, why is it so hard to find formal wear clothing for the ladies? G2000 is a bit too err... old? Hahas, as in totally way to too mature design kind of thing for people like me. But I LOVE the pants though. (: so yeah, soon we kind of give up with the searching of the formal wear thing and head home. Hahas. Penaaat taw cari! And for a moment, I wish I was a man. Cause I find it easier to find formal wear clothing for men. Howells... looks like I’ve got to spend my weekends at the malls around the island then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve got to start practicing on my algebra from now on. Tutor? My secondary five adek of cos! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-1152642922684157102?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1152642922684157102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=1152642922684157102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1152642922684157102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1152642922684157102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-diary_27.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SfW6bHuls9I/AAAAAAAACH4/LQDcXt1O3gI/s72-c/turtle+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-7254756402561023700</id><published>2009-04-25T17:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:51:15.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SfLWfhCAxeI/AAAAAAAACHs/wWlxTKhwK6k/s1600-h/toilet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328557146063816162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SfLWfhCAxeI/AAAAAAAACHs/wWlxTKhwK6k/s320/toilet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like finally, it can be uploaded! Yes, yes… those are my girl classmates. This picture was taken during the third day of orientation, our very first time meeting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Faz, Faezah, Fatin and the brown scarf is Fyaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everybody’s name starts with F, but not me. Hahas. Actually there’s another Malay girl in my class, but we’re not really that close with her. She looks kind of fierce. I did talk to her nicely with my very sweet, sweet tone (like always. LOL!) also still the same, she give me her fierce look. Aiseeey, very fierce, man. Oh wells… classmates have been so far, so good, except for one or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si satu ne, nak step one man show pulaaa, sume question de nak jawab. Nak bolot grade ‘A’ uhs kirakan tuuu. Abeh handphone tak tahu nak silent kan ke apa bila kat dalam class. alermaaaak, not all people like techno okays. Yang lagi satu pula diam je. Orang tanya de question bukan nak jawab. Angguk-angguk, geleng-geleng, goyang-goyang shoulder de je. Like hello, kita nak jawapan, ideas, bukan suruh anda joget lagu ahli fiqir, Angguk-angguk geleng-geleng, eys. Macam-macam uhs budak-budak ne! Mr. Paolo’s favourite quote, “problem uhs this kid!” LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And… I’m &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; the oldest in my class (pheeew!) Initially, I thought I was the oldest among them, cause majority was an O-level student. But just found out that there’s actually a 24 years-old guy, or should I say man, in the class. He went for national service first before continuing his diploma. Then there was a 21 year old guy who’s from ITE Simei. Aiseyy, sama gang dengan hamba tuuu. So, in short, I’m the third oldest. Never mind, as long as I’m not the oldest, I don’t mind. Hahas, I know, age is just an illusion. But sometimes, I do think, wondering and ask myself, why do woman always freak out about their age. Why uhs? I also don’t know why leii. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Graduation is drawing nearer. Less than two weeks, 12 more days to be precise. And I still have no idea on what to wear! Oh goodness… at least the boyf is preparing something for his graduation. Me? &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING!&lt;/strong&gt; Not even a tinny winny bit. Haiyoooo… never mind, going to think about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, now is 05.00pm plus, half of Saturday is gone. Tomorrow is Sunday and there’s madrasah which I’m so looking forward to it cause we’re studying Munakkahad now (: then it would be Monday again… say hello to waking up at 05.30am and squeeze myself in that bus service168 which makes us look like sardines in tin. Man, why is the weekend so short. They should make two days of weekdays and five days of weekends you know. Hahas, kan syiok kalo macam tu. Betul tak? Sapa agree, letak tangan ke bawah! Aaaah, sume agree laa tuu. Hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; oooooh, I just can’t wait for Wednesday! After school, I mean. ((: And I just realize that I start my sentence with either "Oh" or "And/ &amp;" starting from the forth paragraph. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-7254756402561023700?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7254756402561023700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=7254756402561023700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/7254756402561023700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/7254756402561023700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-diary_25.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SfLWfhCAxeI/AAAAAAAACHs/wWlxTKhwK6k/s72-c/toilet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-7969694294053922382</id><published>2009-04-24T13:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:16:27.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muhammad syafiee salleh'/><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>In two hours time, school will end, which mean I can stay up late and wake up late the next day. HEAVEN! First week of school and I’m late for two days already. Hahahs! Stupid new school rules! No grace time were given. Have to be in class by 08.30am on the dot, late for one minute is considered late and they will deduct 0.5 from our daily grade. Might as well kalo datang lambat seminit, I come for presentation aja kan, sama juga apa. Kene deduct 0.5 jugaa maah. Betul tak? But no worries, I won’t do that, unless I want to get slaughtered by my parents laa. LOL! Okays, got to get ready for my presentation nooow. Takecare lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; happy one month dear &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;boyf&lt;/span&gt; ♥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheer up okays... (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-7969694294053922382?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7969694294053922382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=7969694294053922382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/7969694294053922382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/7969694294053922382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-diary_24.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-3441366629956182362</id><published>2009-04-23T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:10:53.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ESFJ – The Caregiver.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Warm-hearted, popular, and conscientious. Tend to put the needs of others over their own needs. Feel strong sense of responsibility and duty. Value traditions and security. Interested in serving others. Need positive reinforcement to feel good about themselves. Well-developed sense of space and function. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an ESFJ, your primary mode of living is focused externally, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit in with your personal value system. Your secondary mode is internal, where you take things in via your five senses in a literal, concrete fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESFJs are people persons - they love people. They are warmly interested in others. They use their Sensing and Judging characteristics to gather specific, detailed information about others, and turn this information into supportive judgments. They want to like people, and have a special skill at bringing out the best in others. They are extremely good at reading others, and understanding their point of view. The ESFJ's strong desire to be liked and for everything to be pleasant makes them highly supportive of others. People like to be around ESFJs, because the ESFJ has a special gift of invariably making people feel good about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ESFJ takes their responsibilities very seriously, and is very dependable. They value security and stability, and have a strong focus on the details of life. They see before others do what needs to be done, and do whatever it takes to make sure that it gets done. They enjoy these types of tasks, and are extremely good at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESFJs are warm and energetic. They need approval from others to feel good about themselves. They are hurt by indifference and don't understand unkindness. They are very giving people, who get a lot of their personal satisfaction from the happiness of others. They want to be appreciated for who they are, and what they give. They're very sensitive to others, and freely give practical care. ESFJs are such caring individuals, that they sometimes have a hard time seeing or accepting a difficult truth about someone they care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Extraverted Feeling dominating their personality, ESFJs are focused on reading other people. They have a strong need to be liked, and to be in control. They are extremely good at reading others, and often change their own manner to be more pleasing to whoever they're with at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ESFJ's value system is defined externally. They usually have very well-formed ideas about the way things should be, and are not shy about expressing these opinions. However, they weigh their values and morals against the world around them, rather than against an internal value system. They may have a strong moral code, but it is defined by the community that they live in, rather than by any strongly felt internal values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESFJs who have had the benefit of being raised and surrounded by a strong value system that is ethical and centered around genuine goodness will most likely be the kindest, most generous souls who will gladly give you the shirt off of their back without a second thought. For these individuals, the selfless quality of their personality type is genuine and pure. ESFJs who have not had the advantage of developing their own values by weighing them against a good external value system may develop very questionable values. In such cases, the ESFJ most often genuinely believes in the integrity of their skewed value system. They have no internal understanding of values to set them straight. In weighing their values against our society, they find plenty of support for whatever moral transgression they wish to justify. This type of ESFJ is a dangerous person indeed. Extraverted Feeling drives them to control and manipulate, and their lack of Intuition prevents them from seeing the big picture. They're usually quite popular and good with people, and good at manipulating them. Unlike their ENFJ cousin, they don't have Intuition to help them understand the real consequences of their actions. They are driven to manipulate other to achieve their own ends, yet they believe that they are following a solid moral code of conduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ESFJs have a natural tendency to want to control their environment. Their dominant function demands structure and organization, and seeks closure. ESFJs are most comfortable with structured environments. They're not likely to enjoy having to do things which involve abstract, theoretical concepts, or impersonal analysis. They do enjoy creating order and structure, and are very good at tasks which require these kinds of skills. ESFJs should be careful about controlling people in their lives who do not wish to be controlled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESFJs respect and believe in the laws and rules of authority, and believe that others should do so as well. They're traditional, and prefer to do things in the established way, rather than venturing into unchartered territory. Their need for security drives their ready acceptance and adherence to the policies of the established system. This tendency may cause them to sometimes blindly accept rules without questioning or understanding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ESFJ who has developed in a less than ideal way may be prone to being quite insecure, and focus all of their attention on pleasing others. He or she might also be very controlling, or overly sensitive, imagining bad intentions when there weren't any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESFJs incorporate many of the traits that are associated with women in our society. However, male ESFJs will usually not appear feminine at all. On the contrary, ESFJs are typically quite conscious about gender roles and will be most comfortable playing a role that suits their gender in our society. Male ESFJs will be quite masculine (albeit sensitive when you get to know them), and female ESFJs will be very feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESFJs at their best are warm, sympathetic, helpful, cooperative, tactful, down-to-earth, practical, thorough, consistent, organized, enthusiastic, and energetic. They enjoy tradition and security, and will seek stable lives that are rich in contact with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jungian functional preference ordering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominant: Extraverted Feeling&lt;br /&gt;Auxiliary: Introverted Sensing&lt;br /&gt;Tertiary: Extraverted Intuition&lt;br /&gt;Inferior: Introverted Thinking&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t realise about the "&lt;em&gt;Interested in serving others&lt;/em&gt;" part till the boyf mentioned it. LOL. It does sound wrong doesn’t it? &lt;em&gt;Apa maksud dia uhs?&lt;/em&gt; Hahas. Today was maths and my brain is totally rusty. I tried my very best to solve the problems but sadly, no avail. All I can think of are, 802.11a/b/g/n, Wi-Fi, site surveying, network coverage, back-up, security policies, Windows Server 2003 and stuffs that have got to do with wireless technology. I ain’t kidding you. I know, I know there’s no link between maths and wireless technology. But seriously, I wish I was doing some case study at that time of point, man. I think I would be easier to do that than having to crack my brain with those complicated &lt;s&gt;English&lt;/s&gt; maths problems. Hahas, I guess I kind of miss studying that wireless subject? Hahs, weird! Lunch? Don’t ask me, I just ate waffle for today and a hotdog roll yesterday. Hahas. No worries, I’m not going to complain about how sucky the foods are cause I came to realize that even if I were to complaint a gazillion times, nothing will ever change and I still have 3 more years to go in that school yooow... Having presentation every single day is very tiring! Hahas. &amp;amp; I guess I miss the boyf a little bit more than I always do. Every sentence I read, there’s like the name &lt;U&gt;fye&lt;/U&gt; stuck in between them which made me re-read the whole sentence or even the whole story back again. HAHAHS! Oh wells, tomorrow is Friday, which means the weekends are just around the corner! Weeeeeeeeeeee!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; oh, it’s the 24th tomorrow; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-3441366629956182362?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3441366629956182362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=3441366629956182362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3441366629956182362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3441366629956182362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-diary_23.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-6836904579806089072</id><published>2009-04-21T23:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:43:39.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the first day. And everybody keeps asking me how it was? My answer was, "&lt;em&gt;nothing special&lt;/em&gt;." Hahas! Unlike the usually first day of school we had, I didn’t feel nervous, scared or whatever the classic first day of school kind of feeling at all. Maybe cause I’ve been to the orientation. Now, I can’t wait to be in year three so I can graduate from that school ASAP. HAHAHAHAS! &lt;em&gt;Padahal baru &lt;/em&gt;2nd day of school sey. There’s like 492356 days left for me to survive. Oh wells... the foods are not as yummy as in ITE Simei. I think I will turn thin by the end of year three if the foods standard stays this way. But the nasi lemak was fine, but I will turn laggy after lunch. Damn nasi lemak! I think I’ll just eat Satay Chicken Hotdog Roll everyday, then I’ll save the rest of the money for outings, clothes especially dress or skirt *&lt;em&gt;look at the boyf&lt;/em&gt;* and whatever stuffs I want to buy. Now the positive side... my teammates for Programming and Science was fine. Thank god they’re cooperative. &amp; I’ve got a clique of awesome girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an email from ITE as soon as I’m done with my presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Se3nQ5PmIjI/AAAAAAAACHk/vKzVBalJr1Q/s1600-h/CE+Floorball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Se3nQ5PmIjI/AAAAAAAACHk/vKzVBalJr1Q/s320/CE+Floorball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327168211679322674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the date! &lt;em&gt;Dulu time orang masuk &lt;/em&gt;floorball, &lt;em&gt;takde pun nak bagi &lt;/em&gt;email &lt;em&gt;suruh&lt;/em&gt; report what time, when and where. &lt;em&gt;Orang dah &lt;/em&gt;graduate &lt;em&gt;baru&lt;/em&gt; send email, wth! Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are some of the overdue pictures of CCA booth April Intake &amp; Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Se3kPfQ10FI/AAAAAAAACHE/-e0u9Vo_SeI/s1600-h/IMG00575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Se3kPfQ10FI/AAAAAAAACHE/-e0u9Vo_SeI/s320/IMG00575.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327164888990470226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naffy. KazD. BB Afi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Se3kvxDwslI/AAAAAAAACHU/gySoCGr6i48/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Se3kvxDwslI/AAAAAAAACHU/gySoCGr6i48/s320/DSC00282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327165443523261010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Didi. Naffy. Nana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Se3lX-57uNI/AAAAAAAACHc/WiMGbKCBE-w/s1600-h/IMG00577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Se3lX-57uNI/AAAAAAAACHc/WiMGbKCBE-w/s320/IMG00577.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327166134434904274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CeMTA-ians.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohs bummer, I have yet to bump into boyf’s bestfriend in school. LOL! Nevermind, I still have 363 days left to bump into his bestfriend. Hahahas! Right boyf? (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-6836904579806089072?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6836904579806089072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=6836904579806089072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6836904579806089072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6836904579806089072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-diary_21.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Se3nQ5PmIjI/AAAAAAAACHk/vKzVBalJr1Q/s72-c/CE+Floorball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-1506106189073303112</id><published>2009-04-19T17:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:14:33.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>Orientation is finally over. I enjoyed my 2nd and 3rd day the most I can say. My teammates didn’t turn up after the 1st day. &lt;em&gt;Bak kata pepatah matrep, “&lt;strong&gt;lu orang sume paitao uhs!&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/em&gt; this one, the boyf teach me one. LOL, just kidding laaa! Anyways, out of 25 people, only 3 of us came. LOL! So we merge with the other team, and it turn out to be more &lt;em&gt;gereeeeek&lt;/em&gt; than the first day. As usually, you guys should know what we always do during orientation right. The cheering, ice-breaking, games and blablabla... Yeah, everything is the same. I get to meet my classmates on the last day of orientation. I think not all of them came, but majority did came. Oh wells, never mind. Got to see them very soon since school’s starting like &lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/strong&gt;! Great, have to wake up damn early and be in class by 08.30am everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SerwIDTNgvI/AAAAAAAACG8/ONDIzFdVDBE/s1600-h/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326333530434536178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SerwIDTNgvI/AAAAAAAACG8/ONDIzFdVDBE/s320/Picture0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rash. Rachelle. Naffy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pieces. Libra. Virgo.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of ITE days with Suraya &amp;amp; Syafiq cause they are Pieces and Libra, respectively. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team 15 &amp;amp; 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEBCAAAAAAM!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Serv8NeZ0ZI/AAAAAAAACG0/Ac-3KIrQLUQ/s1600-h/Picture0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326333327007404434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Serv8NeZ0ZI/AAAAAAAACG0/Ac-3KIrQLUQ/s320/Picture0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Servtr_gLNI/AAAAAAAACGs/bTe9O0bddyk/s1600-h/Picture0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326333077501258962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Servtr_gLNI/AAAAAAAACGs/bTe9O0bddyk/s320/Picture0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/ServPlMZgOI/AAAAAAAACGc/rOO7AafjIHQ/s1600-h/Picture0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326332560280223970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/ServPlMZgOI/AAAAAAAACGc/rOO7AafjIHQ/s320/Picture0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/ServChsqd4I/AAAAAAAACGU/L05jp0pZaQ4/s1600-h/Picture0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326332336003512194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/ServChsqd4I/AAAAAAAACGU/L05jp0pZaQ4/s320/Picture0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I can’t upload my picture with my girl classmates. Something’s wrong with the blogger I think. PTTFF!!~ Okays, the boyf is having his soccer training and I want to watch Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham again. Toodles! &amp;amp; you, I want my Kal Ho Naa Ho back. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss my ITE days. Each and every moment of it, I seriously dooo... )’:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-1506106189073303112?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1506106189073303112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=1506106189073303112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1506106189073303112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1506106189073303112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-diary_19.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SerwIDTNgvI/AAAAAAAACG8/ONDIzFdVDBE/s72-c/Picture0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-2495544650404633452</id><published>2009-04-13T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:50:12.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>My parents and aunts were talking about my cousin’s wedding while we had our lunch at Changi. And all of the sudden, I was dragged into the scene, don’t ask me why. Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayah:&lt;/strong&gt; Kalo nak datang dengan motor tu okays laa, tak pasal. I’m fine with it, tapi ne sampai perah-perah sume. BISING! Kakak kalo kahwen, takmu macam tu taw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ibu:&lt;/strong&gt; Sebelum nak kahwen,  mesti tanya mataer, de bawa motor ke tak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayah:&lt;/strong&gt; De bawa motor takpe, asalkan jangan bising sudah. Bila kakak nak kahwen, abeh kawan-kawan de datang and dorang perah motor sume, sebelum de naek pelamin, ayah tending dorang satu-satu. MACAM TU, TAKYA KAHWEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naffy:&lt;/strong&gt; Alaah, no worries. No worries, sume datang naek kerata nyaa. Takya motor laaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHS! Aisey bedaaaah, aku pun satu, boleh layankan dorang lagi ne. LOL! Apa hal laa dengan parents aku ne, tetiba cakap pasal kahwen. *&lt;em&gt;slap forehead!&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-2495544650404633452?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2495544650404633452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=2495544650404633452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2495544650404633452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2495544650404633452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-diary_13.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-8776104663792158630</id><published>2009-04-12T19:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:20:48.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>Hey hoooo, I’m back! Cousin’s wedding has been a successful one, even though there are some (&lt;em&gt;insert whatever you want to insert&lt;/em&gt;) happened. Pttff! I still got my 10 bucks anyways, whatever. Came down to Punggol on Friday, help out and stuff. And I was assigned to &lt;em&gt;kopek&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;em&gt;bawang puteh&lt;/em&gt;. As long as it’s not big onions, I’m fine with it. Was doing half way, the cook told me to &lt;em&gt;kopek&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;em&gt;bawang kecil pulaaa&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Aisey bedaaah!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Wa sabar ajeeeeeee&lt;/em&gt;, ah ah… managed to finish up all the &lt;em&gt;bawang kecil &lt;/em&gt;for damn solid three hours! I only manage to sit and rest from 08.30pm onwards. I thought it was the end, BUT! We still had to &lt;em&gt;hiris&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;em&gt;bawang besar&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Aduhaiii!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Apa lagi, satu-satu mata pedih uhs&lt;/em&gt;, including my aunts, uncles and dad. So yeah, we took turns. My aunt even wears shades just to prevent from crying! Hahahahs! Funny laa they all. Then headed back to uncle’s place first cause I was damn tired already. Slept at 01.00am and woke up at 06.00am, five hours of sleep only. Get ready, went to the solemnization ceremony and did the &lt;em&gt;rewang-ing&lt;/em&gt; and stuffs. Wokays, I’m lazy to tell all the details, so I’ll just let the pictures do all the talking yaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SeHdhUtOnxI/AAAAAAAACFM/lrDzIT_l2IY/s1600-h/04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SeHdhUtOnxI/AAAAAAAACFM/lrDzIT_l2IY/s320/04.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323779799092469522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SeHfupA7VNI/AAAAAAAACGM/UITeip4Dim4/s1600-h/05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SeHfupA7VNI/AAAAAAAACGM/UITeip4Dim4/s320/05.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323782226905355474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SeHfiKJD99I/AAAAAAAACGE/NbKTEqJbT7Q/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SeHfiKJD99I/AAAAAAAACGE/NbKTEqJbT7Q/s320/11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323782012459546578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SeHfUEmDbMI/AAAAAAAACF8/2qxmRWGwsDg/s1600-h/24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SeHfUEmDbMI/AAAAAAAACF8/2qxmRWGwsDg/s320/24.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323781770452364482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SeHe5id5ecI/AAAAAAAACF0/hk8oQPISUng/s1600-h/27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SeHe5id5ecI/AAAAAAAACF0/hk8oQPISUng/s320/27.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323781314614753730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SeHeqCmpBaI/AAAAAAAACFs/9OpwNmkSta8/s1600-h/32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SeHeqCmpBaI/AAAAAAAACFs/9OpwNmkSta8/s320/32.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323781048363451810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SeHeSTKPH9I/AAAAAAAACFk/K53SqaNW25M/s1600-h/37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SeHeSTKPH9I/AAAAAAAACFk/K53SqaNW25M/s320/37.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323780640490856402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SeHeFHPg6PI/AAAAAAAACFc/dcAT8udK0LA/s1600-h/39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SeHeFHPg6PI/AAAAAAAACFc/dcAT8udK0LA/s320/39.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323780413953468658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SeHdzRFRs0I/AAAAAAAACFU/wvtbtoQnAnQ/s1600-h/59.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SeHdzRFRs0I/AAAAAAAACFU/wvtbtoQnAnQ/s320/59.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323780107357238082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have uploaded some of the pictures on facebook, but for more pictures, please click on the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://nuramalinafaiz.multiply.com/photos/album/14/Abang_Fairuz_Kak_Shikins_wedding."&gt;(&lt;b&gt;Abang Fairuz &amp; Kak Shikin's wedding.&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, now I have a sudden craving for  double cheeseburger...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-8776104663792158630?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8776104663792158630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=8776104663792158630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8776104663792158630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8776104663792158630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-diary_12.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SeHdhUtOnxI/AAAAAAAACFM/lrDzIT_l2IY/s72-c/04.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-2351716140447682907</id><published>2009-04-10T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:35:10.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>I woke up damn early yesterday, earlier than the boyf! It’s the enrollment day, so yeah. My parents, being my parents, they’re always &lt;em&gt;kancong&lt;/em&gt;! But the daughter, being the daughter, always takes her own sweet time to bath, get ready and stuff. LOL! So we 969-ed instead 168 there. My parents insist on taking 969 and I’m lazy to argue about the bus early in the morning, so I’ll just go with the flow lor. Did all the necessary stuffs, purchasing of laptop and bla, bla, blaaa… by the time we’re done with everything, we’re all so famished, especially dad. So we headed to canteen for the lunch and Didi joined us. We tried the chicken rice, mum loved it. But I still prefer the chicken rice at ITE Simei. Nasi ayam thousand island, &lt;strong&gt;FUUUUUUUH!~ &lt;/strong&gt;I’m so going to eat that next Tuesday, that is if I come for the CCA booth thingy. Hahas. And the canteen... &lt;strong&gt;IS NOT AIR-CONDITION!&lt;/strong&gt; *do the Dr. Brian voice* &lt;em&gt;Wahliao!~&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ne laa perangai dah biasa gi mana-mana ada &lt;/em&gt;air-con. LOL! We bus-ed 969 back to Tampines to meet Fally and off to do some business. &lt;em&gt;CHEY, macam P&lt;/em&gt;! (X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin will be getting married this weekend, and I’ll be having orientation next week, so I won’t be onlining that often. Anything just beep me up yaaa. &amp; ohs, happy holidays people. I bet the boyf will be snoring the whole day. Public holiday maaah. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-2351716140447682907?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2351716140447682907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=2351716140447682907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2351716140447682907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2351716140447682907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-diary_10.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-2715517534438894845</id><published>2009-04-07T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:34:59.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sdsc3pWrqbI/AAAAAAAACFE/_v6S4x4YGDE/s1600-h/baby02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sdsc3pWrqbI/AAAAAAAACFE/_v6S4x4YGDE/s320/baby02.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321879126987745714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sdsclh5bPfI/AAAAAAAACE8/oIo9ZFAnpxI/s1600-h/me+in+walker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sdsclh5bPfI/AAAAAAAACE8/oIo9ZFAnpxI/s320/me+in+walker.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321878815748341234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdscY_bHzQI/AAAAAAAACE0/jIZg6Pabw7w/s1600-h/baby01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321878600336002306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdscY_bHzQI/AAAAAAAACE0/jIZg6Pabw7w/s320/baby01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found these photos while I did some cleaning up yesterday. Sexy eys dulu, pakai tube je. &lt;em&gt;Tapi sekarang wa dah taubat dah&lt;/em&gt;, babe. HAHAHS! &amp; I always wonder why the Mothers just love to use lots and lots of powder to our face when we were small. &lt;em&gt;Dah macam mandi dengan bedak gitu&lt;/em&gt;. LOL. Anyways, yesterday I received an e-mail from RP regarding about the appellation thingy. Just as I guessed it, it’s been rejected. Hahahs. Oh wells, Biomedical Electronics then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-2715517534438894845?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2715517534438894845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=2715517534438894845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2715517534438894845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2715517534438894845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-diary_07.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sdsc3pWrqbI/AAAAAAAACFE/_v6S4x4YGDE/s72-c/baby02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-7692885021592975529</id><published>2009-04-04T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:30:59.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SddDAmJgaeI/AAAAAAAACEs/sheohJI2Ysk/s1600-h/3053316444_db70da011f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320795162281011682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SddDAmJgaeI/AAAAAAAACEs/sheohJI2Ysk/s320/3053316444_db70da011f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;credits to flickr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys must be wondering which poly I’ve got into. Just like the one that I chose as my first choice, I’ve got into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Republic Polytechnic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But I’ve got kicked into &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biomedical Electronics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Yes, you read it right. I’ve got kicked. Hahahs! I didn’t get any of my chosen courses and they throw that course at me. Of cos I’m disappointed. I mean, who doesn’t if they didn’t get the course of their own choice right. But to think about it, I should be thankful that I’ve got a place in Poly rather than nothing right. But still, am in disappointed state. Thought of appealing it but it’s such as &lt;em&gt;mah fun &lt;/em&gt;thing to do. Keep thinking about it through out the journey to GC yesterday. But thank god, yesterday was Friday. So yeah, crapping with Didi &amp;amp; Huz eventually made up my day from being down due to the JPAE thingy. &amp;amp; to make it even better, a date with the boyf ♥. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say appeal through e-mail, while some say it’s better to go to the respective school to appeal. To play save, I just wrote an e-mail to them. But I’ve got the strong feeling that they will ignore it. Hahahs! I know, &lt;em&gt;korang nak cakap apa&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Tak semangat langsung&lt;/em&gt;! LOL. But seriously, they’re tonnes of people who are doing the appealing thingy. So yeah, just trying my luck, but then if it’s unsuccessful then I’ll just go with the flow lorr. So far, many have been saying that Biomedical Electronics is a good course. Oh wells, just hope for the best. Even though there’s physics. I hate that! But on the bright side, I’ll be studying chemistry toooo! YEAY! I seriously don’t wish to disappoint my parents like some youths did. Quit half way and there goes their parents CPF. I wouldn’t do that, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who got into Poly, congratulations. &amp;amp; to those who didn’t, especially to some of my classmates, try to appeal again, again and again okays. &lt;strong&gt;DON’T GIVE UP! JIA YOOOOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeay! Burger &lt;s&gt;Ramlie&lt;/s&gt;Faiz for dinner! (X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-7692885021592975529?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7692885021592975529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=7692885021592975529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/7692885021592975529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/7692885021592975529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-diary_04.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SddDAmJgaeI/AAAAAAAACEs/sheohJI2Ysk/s72-c/3053316444_db70da011f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-496831056802937488</id><published>2009-04-02T19:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:25:35.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>BB afi has gone to Batam with his gay partner, Wan. Hahahs. Just kidding, they went with the school for community service kind of thing. &lt;em&gt;Rajin benar mereka ne kan&lt;/em&gt;. &amp;amp; his mama was damn funny yesterday. She die-die wants BB afi to bring along hanger to Batam, at least one hanger will do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naffy:&lt;/strong&gt; you pergi Batam cuma dua hari je. Imagine kalo you pergi sebulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afi:&lt;/strong&gt; kene bawa satu packet of hanger sey macam tu! HAHAHAHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute laa the mother. Mothers are always the kiasu ones hor. I wonder how I will be like when I’ve become one. LOLS! And he was given an extra bag, incase he bought some stuffs over day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afi:&lt;/strong&gt; ne bag macam kasi sign je suruh beli keropok-keropok kat sana. Lepas tu jual kat Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahs, &lt;em&gt;macam-macam uhs&lt;/em&gt;. I can so imagine him bringing the bag &lt;em&gt;jual keropok &lt;/em&gt;and walk from house to house or walk around Geylang. LOLS! Just kidding laaa. No worries, he’s at Batam now, so he won’t be reading this. In other words, don’t need to worry now. Later-later then can worry. Hahas. He’ll be back tomorrow night, and I’m missing him already. Haiyaa. Come back soon bestie, in one piece of cos. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Friday, 03rd April. &amp;amp; I’m freaking scared about it. Let’s pray hard and hope that I will get in, &lt;strong&gt;AMIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scared &amp;amp; nervous part III has just began!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-496831056802937488?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/496831056802937488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=496831056802937488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/496831056802937488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/496831056802937488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-diary_02.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-1525163010639826913</id><published>2009-04-01T13:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:47:39.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;U&gt;Alhamdulillah!&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pass my FYE (final year exam). I’ve got B for both IAP &amp;amp; the Network Admin and Management module. Well truthfully, I was hoping to get GPA of 3, but I ended up getting GPA of 2.818 only, with an improvement of 0.053 only, from the previous semester. Jyeah, I’ve got to admit I was a bit disappointed with the results. Not till Didi mention about CCA… &lt;em&gt;apa lagi&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;gi&lt;/em&gt; check uhs. And I’ve got full points for it. Added up to my GPA and now my GPA is 3.018! woohooo!~ back to 3 pointer baby! It feels good to be a 3 pointer back, even though it wasn’t that “pass with flying colours” kind of result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I know my burn the midnight oil moments are paid off, and so are my times spend in GC. I remember Pipi saying to me that he owes GC a lot, because of GC, he’s able to get better GPA and got into poly. I guess, what he said is true. With all the to and fro from home to school even during holidays and sometimes weekends, those trainings till night are really paid off. With just that 0.2, I’m able to get back to 3 pointer now… Not forgetting, the non-stop doa’s from my parents, especially mum. (: day and night, five times per day without fail. one thing I love about them is they never pressure their children especially when it comes to academic. Cause they know their children will always strive for the best. (: and of cos, the Great Al-Mighty, Allah SWT. &lt;strong&gt;Syukran.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I found this over youtube. I LOL upon seeing this video, but hey, he's good I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="144" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uOu03RhDZ_U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uOu03RhDZ_U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good isn't he? Told you so... I can't even dance the whole song man, I only know how to dance to the chorus part. Yes, I dance to the song. Hahahs! Didi, &lt;em&gt;jom joget&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Dah ada &lt;/em&gt;tutorial &lt;em&gt;ne&lt;/em&gt;, by aircraftman &lt;em&gt;lagi&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Ne mesti&lt;/em&gt; case stress &lt;em&gt;dengan keje, tu pasal sampai joget-joget semua&lt;/em&gt;. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's an acoustic version of Nobody, in English. Enjoyy!~ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="144" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGmxwtOGk-E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGmxwtOGk-E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to tell BB afi about this. &lt;em&gt;Biar de pening kepala&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;MUAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; yes, I just can't get enough of Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;End of scared &amp; nervous part II!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-1525163010639826913?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1525163010639826913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=1525163010639826913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1525163010639826913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1525163010639826913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-diary.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-3817339534997903931</id><published>2009-03-30T14:25:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:01:48.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;66%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank"&gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Work ethic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/humanitarian.html" target="_blank"&gt;Humanitarian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank"&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dependency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank"&gt;Change averse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Individuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/familydrive.html" target="_blank"&gt;Family drive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/honor.html" target="_blank"&gt;Honor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/thriftiness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Thriftiness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I’m 70% romantic &lt;em&gt;sey&lt;/em&gt;. Phee-wiit. Hahahs!&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had picnic with the GEmates last Tuesday. Was quite worried about the weather, cause it was raining heavily in the morning. But thank God, the weather was just fine after that. We had tonnes of foods; the boys were telling stories about CeMTA. It was really scary, that’s why I wouldn’t dare to go to the rehearsal room, changing room and the toilet at CeMTA alone. Hahas. But the weird thing is, most of it happened in the ladies changing room. Never mind, wouldn’t want to think about it. It will only give me goosebumps! Then it was the games session, which includes &lt;strong&gt;BALLOONS!&lt;/strong&gt; So whenever there are balloons, I will do the “&lt;em&gt;Run baby run! Don’t ever look back…&lt;/em&gt;” hahas. I don’t want to be in any of the games which involve balloons in it, so I just sit, eat and take care of the stuffs. Here are some of the pictures, not much of my pictures cause I was the one who did most of the snappings. Sorry &lt;em&gt;kalau gambar tak lawa naah yaa&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDTb-M6yYI/AAAAAAAACEM/h0kEVUBn564/s1600-h/01+Rainbows.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDTb-M6yYI/AAAAAAAACEM/h0kEVUBn564/s320/01+Rainbows.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318983637431667074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDTOc7cYRI/AAAAAAAACEE/scFGNnfTQrQ/s1600-h/02+Reds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDTOc7cYRI/AAAAAAAACEE/scFGNnfTQrQ/s320/02+Reds.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318983405161701650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDTBYW3_nI/AAAAAAAACD8/2Nc2Ndz7eHo/s1600-h/03+Group+photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDTBYW3_nI/AAAAAAAACD8/2Nc2Ndz7eHo/s320/03+Group+photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318983180596280946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDSzVKgU6I/AAAAAAAACD0/KpCUYofKGUQ/s1600-h/04+Amy+search.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDSzVKgU6I/AAAAAAAACD0/KpCUYofKGUQ/s320/04+Amy+search.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318982939220923298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDSCpVo76I/AAAAAAAACDs/TGJfVi4dfyk/s1600-h/05+Games+time.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDSCpVo76I/AAAAAAAACDs/TGJfVi4dfyk/s320/05+Games+time.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318982102822743970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDQFET-XGI/AAAAAAAACDk/ywvsgnXY6vc/s1600-h/06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDQFET-XGI/AAAAAAAACDk/ywvsgnXY6vc/s320/06.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318979945399999586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDO1oiVbMI/AAAAAAAACDc/M6JEYnVH5D4/s1600-h/07+Versus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDO1oiVbMI/AAAAAAAACDc/M6JEYnVH5D4/s320/07+Versus.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318978580734373058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDN5EGZ_FI/AAAAAAAACDU/XzStBW3oPac/s1600-h/08+Ayish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDN5EGZ_FI/AAAAAAAACDU/XzStBW3oPac/s320/08+Ayish.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318977540161403986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDNjY720JI/AAAAAAAACDM/hGJxQvvDcGQ/s1600-h/09+BB.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDNjY720JI/AAAAAAAACDM/hGJxQvvDcGQ/s320/09+BB.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318977167797178514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDLk9ND0vI/AAAAAAAACDE/gbiAgYXXDQQ/s1600-h/10+Hafiz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDLk9ND0vI/AAAAAAAACDE/gbiAgYXXDQQ/s320/10+Hafiz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318974995689624306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDK3vgIUlI/AAAAAAAACC8/P0qblenQeVQ/s1600-h/11+Iskandar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDK3vgIUlI/AAAAAAAACC8/P0qblenQeVQ/s320/11+Iskandar.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318974218917401170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDKAWCMw8I/AAAAAAAACC0/GkQsWGabul4/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDKAWCMw8I/AAAAAAAACC0/GkQsWGabul4/s320/12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318973267188171714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDJvrshajI/AAAAAAAACCs/IjneQb4MXbw/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDJvrshajI/AAAAAAAACCs/IjneQb4MXbw/s320/13.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318972980945054258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDJdVxtviI/AAAAAAAACCk/ZB9hY8m4WyY/s1600-h/14+Didi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDJdVxtviI/AAAAAAAACCk/ZB9hY8m4WyY/s320/14+Didi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318972665823608354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDJIj-op5I/AAAAAAAACCc/QopQzpF5zY4/s1600-h/15+ECP.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDJIj-op5I/AAAAAAAACCc/QopQzpF5zY4/s320/15+ECP.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318972308858644370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday, I had to attend to a solemnization ceremony. That explains why I can’t join my dear Wedoks. So sorry dearies. Next time, I &lt;em&gt;janji&lt;/em&gt; I will &lt;em&gt;ikot&lt;/em&gt; you guys okays! &lt;em&gt;Tapi&lt;/em&gt; you all &lt;em&gt;kene laa bilang &lt;/em&gt;I &lt;em&gt;siang-siang &lt;/em&gt;okays. (: and thanks to GF Fiqa for accompanying me the whole Saturday. &lt;em&gt;SAYAAANG KO&lt;/em&gt;! Hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDTthoIS3I/AAAAAAAACEc/8Vb0KAsjTa4/s1600-h/Amal+%26+Fiqa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDTthoIS3I/AAAAAAAACEc/8Vb0KAsjTa4/s320/Amal+%26+Fiqa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318983938998815602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl’s side, at Bukit Gombak I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDTodw3pcI/AAAAAAAACEU/hfVqRTIwbG4/s1600-h/KUKU!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDTodw3pcI/AAAAAAAACEU/hfVqRTIwbG4/s320/KUKU!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318983852062385602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Become kuku already. Thanks to the &lt;em&gt;Makcik&lt;/em&gt; with her non-stop &lt;em&gt;melatar&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;PENING KEPALA GUA BABE!&lt;/strong&gt; Stress &lt;em&gt;aku dengar&lt;/em&gt;. Hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDear8cDTI/AAAAAAAACEk/w3gikpJ4YC8/s1600-h/earthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDear8cDTI/AAAAAAAACEk/w3gikpJ4YC8/s320/earthday.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318995709978742066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later at night, it was the earth hour. Yeah, everything was switched off. I mean, &lt;strong&gt;E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.&lt;/strong&gt; The TVs, computers, laptops and even the fans, but not the handphone ofcos. Hahas. So yeah, Amalina being Amalina, was just so curious how it feels like for less fortunate people to survive without all these electricity supply, I tried eating and reading newspapers in the dark. With the help of &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; candles of cos! Hahas. Even with the help of the candle, the surrounding is still dark and eerie. Now we know how fortunate we are to have all these huh. Hmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that’s basically what I did for the whole of last week. Well, at least something then nothing right. Jyeah, and I think I’m having an eating disorder or something. Cause I rarely eat a proper meal nowadays. Not even ONE meal. Didn’t eat any carbohydrate stuffs last Thursday and Friday. And just now, I ate two curry puffs and two &lt;em&gt;kueh putri salad&lt;/em&gt;, that’s all. &amp; &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;, I ain’t dieting. Cause I don’t see the need for me to be dieting and stuffs. Sheesh, waste my time only! Hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-3817339534997903931?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3817339534997903931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=3817339534997903931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3817339534997903931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3817339534997903931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-diary_30.html' title='DEAR DIARY'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SdDTb-M6yYI/AAAAAAAACEM/h0kEVUBn564/s72-c/01+Rainbows.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-7445532568964238762</id><published>2009-03-27T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:05:31.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/ScxsSPP6ppI/AAAAAAAACCU/X3Vrq1Mt9fs/s1600-h/HAPPY+BDAY!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/ScxsSPP6ppI/AAAAAAAACCU/X3Vrq1Mt9fs/s320/HAPPY+BDAY!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317744320604448402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 24th birthday, &lt;strong&gt;DEAR SUHAILI SAAD&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Semoga dipanjangkan umur dah dimurahkan rezeki. All the best for your future endeavors yaa. Hack care about those bunch of humans who always brings you down okays. They’re just jealous of you &amp; your blissful life. (: &amp; as always, I love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel little better after telling them. (: okays, got to get ready for GC now. &amp; I seriously I don’t want to go CeMTA’s toilet, changing toilet or the rehearsal room ALONE! &lt;strong&gt;NOOOOOO!&lt;/strong&gt; All thanks to the stories, scary…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-7445532568964238762?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7445532568964238762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=7445532568964238762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/7445532568964238762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/7445532568964238762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-diary_27.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/ScxsSPP6ppI/AAAAAAAACCU/X3Vrq1Mt9fs/s72-c/HAPPY+BDAY!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-6984812266650513843</id><published>2009-03-21T21:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:30:09.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abang&lt;/em&gt; NS &lt;em&gt;sudah pulang&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;Hahahs, NS &lt;em&gt;habes&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Padahal&lt;/em&gt; arts camp &lt;em&gt;je&lt;/em&gt;. Hehes. Anyways, I was blog-hopping earlier and I saw this video at Miza’s blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="144" width="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4z3ene0F5sQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4z3ene0F5sQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute &lt;em&gt;banget kan&lt;/em&gt;? I love the boy with the yellow snowcap and the small girl with bangs, &lt;em&gt;sungguh comel deh&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;tak habes-habes ketawa&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;macam&lt;/em&gt; yours truly. hehehs &amp;amp; Wan, I hope you will have 5 daughters when you married with *&lt;em&gt;ehem-ehem&lt;/em&gt;*, so you can make a girl band like these cuties. And dance nobody with them. HAHAHAHS! Confirm cute n&lt;em&gt;yaaa&lt;/em&gt;!~ &lt;em&gt;Lepas tu&lt;/em&gt;, post at youtube. Hahahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-6984812266650513843?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6984812266650513843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=6984812266650513843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6984812266650513843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6984812266650513843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-diary_21.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-895269840740330416</id><published>2009-03-20T22:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:24:18.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/ScOkCGKeJMI/AAAAAAAACCM/qCBYTUtvSss/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315272341148542146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/ScOkCGKeJMI/AAAAAAAACCM/qCBYTUtvSss/s200/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went out with gf fiqa. Went over to her house first, to clean up her CPU’s fan. Her computer keeps restarting every 10 minutes. So yeah, I had to be doctor &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt;computer for a while. Hahahs. Now the computer’s fine, except that it keeps hanging. I’ll ask another doctor &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt;computer for you yaa, fiq. Then we went over to Suntec as gf fiqa has an interview and there’s career fair going on. I swear I was sleepy to the max when we were on the train. To add on, it was raining. Goodness, I wish I had foldable bolster in my bag at that moment. Hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story, we reached the agency’s company on the dot! And I totally &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; the environment. It’s so peaceful and all white! And, it’s 17th story high. So just imagine the view from the window. &lt;em&gt;Bestnyaaaa&lt;/em&gt;! (: &amp;amp; I receive a text message from BB afi while waiting for gf fiqa to be done with her interview. His text really want to make me LOL but I can’t cause I’m in the office. There’s art camp today, he going and I’m not. So he made it sound like as if he’s going off to camp as in NS in the phone last night. “&lt;em&gt;you jangan lupa tulis surat kat I taw. nanti I tunggu warden officer kasi I surat&lt;/em&gt;.” &lt;em&gt;Apa saja laa budak ne&lt;/em&gt;. hahahs. Anyways, this is what he wrote…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abang dah kat dalam bus, nak masuk camp. Nanti anak I tanya, bilang I pergi perkhidmatan Negara. Surat jangan lupa tulis. Nanti kalau ada apape, balik rumah mak.. tidak sangka masa berlalu bergitu cepat. Nanti abang hantar duit. Sampai disini saja. Sekian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam kasih sangat,&lt;br /&gt;Syafiq.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X &amp;amp; of cos, as his bestie, I entertain his nonsense. Hahas. Back to the story, we went to the career fair but nothing caught my eyes. Then we had our early dinner at Mac’d and home sweet home. I know it’s like we don’t really do much activity, but I swear, our legs were like begging for mercy. Hahahas! Especially where we had to walk to tower three. &lt;em&gt;Abeh dah sampai&lt;/em&gt; tower three, &lt;em&gt;kita naek salah &lt;/em&gt;lift &lt;em&gt;lagi&lt;/em&gt;! HAHAHAHS! &lt;em&gt;Bagus laa tu&lt;/em&gt;, dumb and dumber. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thanks again kak anis for syaza’s picture…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/ScOjLW23BpI/AAAAAAAACB8/jPOngClCvEM/s1600-h/DSC07803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315271400736884370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/ScOjLW23BpI/AAAAAAAACB8/jPOngClCvEM/s320/DSC07803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muka marah benar. Kecik-kecik dah&lt;/em&gt; fierce. But isn’t she adorable? Aww... &lt;em&gt;Pipi tu, minta kene gigit&lt;/em&gt;! Grrr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, I’m stress with my parents right now. No, they neither scold, nag at me nor fight with each other. They are teasing each other &lt;em&gt;sampai ke tahap &lt;/em&gt;irritating babe! Till my mum said this to me, “&lt;em&gt;kak, bila nak kahwen, jangan cari suami macam ayah. Asyik usik je, pening kepala ibu&lt;/em&gt;.” HAHAHAHS! But I don’t mind having a husband who’s character like my dad, even though it’s &lt;s&gt;abit&lt;/s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quite&lt;/strong&gt; irritating. I find it romantic &amp;amp; cute tho. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps: new fringe makes me look cute&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;R&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-895269840740330416?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/895269840740330416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=895269840740330416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/895269840740330416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/895269840740330416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-diary_20.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/ScOkCGKeJMI/AAAAAAAACCM/qCBYTUtvSss/s72-c/DSC00087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-7120124643872699839</id><published>2009-03-16T18:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:24:21.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>i did this before at facebook. but since mister footballer, aizal anderson (LOLS!), tagged me to do, i shall do it again. i'm a good girl aren't i? ehehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN ARE YOU[s]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;strong&gt;are you single -&lt;/strong&gt; yes, but am with poly boyf. so, how's that?&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;strong&gt;are you happy -&lt;/strong&gt; yes i am.&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;strong&gt;are you bored -&lt;/strong&gt; oh yes booooyy!&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;strong&gt;are you fair -&lt;/strong&gt; *shout* yessss!&lt;br /&gt;05. &lt;strong&gt;are you Italian -&lt;/strong&gt; nopes.&lt;br /&gt;06. &lt;strong&gt;are you intelligent -&lt;/strong&gt; 50:50 kot.&lt;br /&gt;07. &lt;strong&gt;are you honest -&lt;/strong&gt; well, i'll just say what's in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;08. &lt;strong&gt;are you nice -&lt;/strong&gt; yes... *innocent face* hahahahs!&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;strong&gt;are you Irish -&lt;/strong&gt; nopess.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;are you Asian -&lt;/strong&gt; yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN FACTS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;strong&gt;full name -&lt;/strong&gt; Nur Amalina Binte Mohamed Faiz.&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;strong&gt;nickname -&lt;/strong&gt; Nur. Amalina. Amal. Lina. Lin. Ina. Naffy. Ilyna.&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;strong&gt;birthplace -&lt;/strong&gt; kkh lor.&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;strong&gt;hair colour -&lt;/strong&gt; brown black.&lt;br /&gt;05. &lt;strong&gt;natural hair style -&lt;/strong&gt; straight.&lt;br /&gt;06. &lt;strong&gt;eye colour -&lt;/strong&gt; naturally brown.&lt;br /&gt;07. &lt;strong&gt;birthday -&lt;/strong&gt; 19th september.&lt;br /&gt;08. &lt;strong&gt;Mood -&lt;/strong&gt; neutral. &amp;amp; hungry!&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;strong&gt;favourite colour -&lt;/strong&gt; green. white. brown. &amp;amp; recently, deep red. (:&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;One place you would like to visit -&lt;/strong&gt; you-loooob! europe laaa! hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;strong&gt;have you ever been in love -&lt;/strong&gt; yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;strong&gt;do you believe in love at first sight -&lt;/strong&gt; err.. yes.&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;strong&gt;do you currently have a crush -&lt;/strong&gt; kuang kuang kuang..&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;strong&gt;have you ever been hurt emotionally -&lt;/strong&gt; everybody's been in that position before.&lt;br /&gt;05. &lt;strong&gt;have you ever broken someone's heart -&lt;/strong&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;06. &lt;strong&gt;have you ever had your heart broken -&lt;/strong&gt; yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;07. &lt;strong&gt;have you ever liked someone but never told them -&lt;/strong&gt; ahahas, yes!&lt;br /&gt;08. &lt;strong&gt;are you afraid of commitment -&lt;/strong&gt; nopes.&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;strong&gt;who was the last person you hugged -&lt;/strong&gt; mum.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;who was the last person you said i love you to -&lt;/strong&gt; mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;strong&gt;love or lust -&lt;/strong&gt; love baby.. lols.&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;strong&gt;hard liQuor or beer -&lt;/strong&gt; root beer! ehehs.&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;strong&gt;cats or dogs -&lt;/strong&gt; meooow please, no woof woof.&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;strong&gt;a few best friends or any regular friends -&lt;/strong&gt; few besties.&lt;br /&gt;05. &lt;strong&gt;creamy or crunchy -&lt;/strong&gt; both, depends on my mood lor.&lt;br /&gt;06. &lt;strong&gt;pencil or pen -&lt;/strong&gt; pencil!&lt;br /&gt;07. &lt;strong&gt;wild night out or romantic night in -&lt;/strong&gt; lomantic can?&lt;br /&gt;08. &lt;strong&gt;money or happiness -&lt;/strong&gt; happiness.&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;strong&gt;night or day -&lt;/strong&gt; twinkle-twinkle little night.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;IM or phone -&lt;/strong&gt; phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;strong&gt;been sneaking out -&lt;/strong&gt; nopes, wouldn't dare to do that!&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;strong&gt;seen a polar bear -&lt;/strong&gt; yeaps, zoo and TV.&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;strong&gt;done something you regret -&lt;/strong&gt; yeaps, everybody does.&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;strong&gt;bungee jumped -&lt;/strong&gt; nopes. maybe i would try, but i'm scared. how? ahahahs!&lt;br /&gt;05. &lt;strong&gt;eaten food that fell on the floor -&lt;/strong&gt; yeaps! hahas. tell me who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;06. &lt;strong&gt;finish an entire jaw breaker -&lt;/strong&gt; noo.&lt;br /&gt;07. &lt;strong&gt;been caught naked -&lt;/strong&gt; heys, aizal! your answer is the same as mine! which is "when i'm a toddler?" hahas.&lt;br /&gt;08. &lt;strong&gt;wanted an exbf/gf back -&lt;/strong&gt; nopes.&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;strong&gt;cried because you lost a pet -&lt;/strong&gt; err, noooo.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;wanted to disappear -&lt;/strong&gt; well, at times i do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN PREFERENCES IN A PARTNER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;strong&gt;smile or eyes -&lt;/strong&gt; smile (:&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;strong&gt;light or dark hair -&lt;/strong&gt; dark. i don't want an ahbeng boyf hor! hehes.&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;strong&gt;hugs and kisses -&lt;/strong&gt; both can?&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;strong&gt;shorter or taller -&lt;/strong&gt; taller.&lt;br /&gt;05. &lt;strong&gt;intelligence or attraction -&lt;/strong&gt; i'm always attracted to boys with brain.&lt;br /&gt;06. &lt;strong&gt;topman or zara -&lt;/strong&gt; anywhere can, bugis street or geylang also can.&lt;br /&gt;07. &lt;strong&gt;funny or serious -&lt;/strong&gt; funnneeeh!&lt;br /&gt;08. &lt;strong&gt;older or younger -&lt;/strong&gt; older, i don't date young boys.&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;strong&gt;outgoing or quiet -&lt;/strong&gt; outgoing. i'm quiet at times, so yeah. my partner has to be the outgoing one, balance babe.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;sweet or bad -&lt;/strong&gt; sweet sweet caramel. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN HAVE YOU[s]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;strong&gt;ever performed in front of a large crowd -&lt;/strong&gt; yes, more than the total numbers of my fingers &amp; toes. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;strong&gt;ever talked on the phone for more than an hour -&lt;/strong&gt; yes, been doing that since two years.&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;strong&gt;ever tried walking on your hands -&lt;/strong&gt; nopes.&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;strong&gt;ever been to a rock concert -&lt;/strong&gt; nopes.&lt;br /&gt;05. &lt;strong&gt;ever been on a cheerleading team -&lt;/strong&gt; when i was in npcc back in high school.&lt;br /&gt;06. &lt;strong&gt;ever been on a dance team -&lt;/strong&gt; malay dance.&lt;br /&gt;07. &lt;strong&gt;ever been on a sports team -&lt;/strong&gt; floorball.&lt;br /&gt;08. &lt;strong&gt;ever been in a drama/production -&lt;/strong&gt; during my primary school days.&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;strong&gt;ever been on a BMW, Mercedes Benz,Escalade,Hummer or Bently -&lt;/strong&gt; mazda don't have? ehehs.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;ever been on a rap video -&lt;/strong&gt; nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN LASTS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;strong&gt;last phone call you made -&lt;/strong&gt; bb afi.&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;strong&gt;last person you kissed -&lt;/strong&gt; mum.&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;strong&gt;last person you hung out with -&lt;/strong&gt; didi.&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;strong&gt;last time you worked -&lt;/strong&gt; 28th november 2008.&lt;br /&gt;05. &lt;strong&gt;last person you talked to -&lt;/strong&gt; fye.&lt;br /&gt;06. &lt;strong&gt;last person you IM'd -&lt;/strong&gt; aizal.&lt;br /&gt;07. &lt;strong&gt;last person you texted -&lt;/strong&gt; fye&lt;br /&gt;08. &lt;strong&gt;last person(s) you watched a movie with -&lt;/strong&gt; fye.&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;strong&gt;last person/thing you missed -&lt;/strong&gt; bb afi. )':&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;last website visited -&lt;/strong&gt; facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN PEOPLE TO DO THIS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` cousin nina.&lt;br /&gt;` didi.&lt;br /&gt;` fally.&lt;br /&gt;` sis pet.&lt;br /&gt;` mizamon.&lt;br /&gt;` atikah.&lt;br /&gt;` nana.&lt;br /&gt;` yana.&lt;br /&gt;` whoever wants&lt;br /&gt;` to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done! &amp; I’m currently addicted to the wondergirls! I’m sure some of you are addicted to them too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="144" width="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqtzQkoJS_k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqtzQkoJS_k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want nobody, nobody, but &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet didi must be dancing in front of her computer right now, just like the little girl dancing in front of the TV. Hahahahs. just admit it, didi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-7120124643872699839?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7120124643872699839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=7120124643872699839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/7120124643872699839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/7120124643872699839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-diary_2185.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-6285111748012914579</id><published>2009-03-15T16:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:45:45.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sby-NHxrM3I/AAAAAAAACBs/Pz2bBGhWCr0/s1600-h/push-powers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313330793025319794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sby-NHxrM3I/AAAAAAAACBs/Pz2bBGhWCr0/s320/push-powers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched movie &lt;strong&gt;push&lt;/strong&gt; the other day, since someone is treating me. &lt;em&gt;Orang kata rezeki takmu ditolak kan&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Chey&lt;/em&gt;! Ahahs, just kidding. It was a great movie I have to say. &amp;amp; I do enjoy it. But I don’t know to others. Man, they’ve got cool powers yoow; pusher, watchers, shadows etc. if I were to choose any of the powers, I would want to be the pusher! Cause they has the ability to “push” specific thoughts, memories and even emotions into their target. Cool or whaaaat. If I have that ability, I think I’m going to talk to their mind, “&lt;em&gt;heys, try stab your heart with that knife. Ohs, don’t worry, it’s just a fake knife. Try it if you don’t believe me&lt;/em&gt;” to however messes around with me or my love ones. Hahahs! And the leading actress, camella belle reminds me of tom cruise’s wife, Katie holmes. They look &lt;em&gt;sikit lebih kurang sama gitu&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, nothing much to say today, so I’ll just get back to watch my hubby acting aites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sby-FlsdcvI/AAAAAAAACBk/JEYcBEX7sGY/s1600-h/65934_f_sn07mp0002m_6b133d8_122_525lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313330663617557234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sby-FlsdcvI/AAAAAAAACBk/JEYcBEX7sGY/s320/65934_f_sn07mp0002m_6b133d8_122_525lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yes, dean Winchester. (the left one please.)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I meant by cute &lt;em&gt;garang&lt;/em&gt; guy. (again, the left one. Not the right one) the right one, sam, belongs to didi. Oh wait… bobby &lt;em&gt;yang&lt;/em&gt; belongs to didi. Awww… bobby handsome and cute &lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt; didi? LOLS! Anyways didi, I found this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sby99YRg6aI/AAAAAAAACBc/tuKWydGk3zc/s1600-h/comic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313330522575923618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sby99YRg6aI/AAAAAAAACBc/tuKWydGk3zc/s320/comic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cartoon comic of sam and dean. Cute &lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt;? Hahahahahs! Dean as usual, with his evil, naughty, playful face and sam… don’t need to comment. &lt;em&gt;Selenga bacen&lt;/em&gt;! Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps: thanks for the dinner and movie treats. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-6285111748012914579?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6285111748012914579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=6285111748012914579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6285111748012914579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/6285111748012914579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-diary_15.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/Sby-NHxrM3I/AAAAAAAACBs/Pz2bBGhWCr0/s72-c/push-powers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-1629149353620880844</id><published>2009-03-11T13:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:10:37.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The final battle has finally ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And so are my college days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can’t believe that my two years of college has finally ended. Okays, not really exactly two years laa. Like what fad said, minus of the holidays, the industrial attachments, and the toilet breaks too, it should be around one year plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; no, I won’t be telling the details of what I’m feeling inside right now. Cause I don’t want to cry, again. Listening to the song that was dedicated by didi had made me cry enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure going to miss my dearest PMW a lot, especially the clan that I’m always with…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fadly, zahidah, usha, didi, fally, suraya, shimah, zee, faiz &lt;/em&gt;and of cos how could I forget my dear &lt;em&gt;bb afi&lt;/em&gt;. (: thank you all for being apart of me. For being friend with me and thanks for all the memories we’ve shared together. &lt;em&gt;Kalo kat luar ternampak ke terserempak ke, tegor eys&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Jangan nak&lt;/em&gt; action &lt;em&gt;dengan kita&lt;/em&gt;! Ehehs. man… I’m so going to miss you guys, a lot, a lot and damn a lot. That’s for sure. )’:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fad’s favourite line: “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SAPA BERANI JENTIK GUA SEKARAANG?!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;(X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise you I won't forget the times we shared, the tears we cried&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be the sun in my sky&lt;br /&gt;It may be fate that brings us back to meet again someday&lt;br /&gt;Even though we go separate ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-1629149353620880844?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1629149353620880844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=1629149353620880844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1629149353620880844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1629149353620880844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-diary_11.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-3844970642409240835</id><published>2009-03-02T17:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:27:47.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>i've done this for 467364 times already. but since a primary school buddy of mine tagged me to do it and i'm a nice girl, i shall do it again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your iTunes on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW OUTRAGEOUS IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;Tag 10 friends to do it. ANYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01. if someone says "IS THIS OKAY" you say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` letters to you - finch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02. what would best describe your personality?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` that's what you get - paramore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. what do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` tak mudah - potret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04. what is your life's purpose?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` disini untukmu - ungu. [alahaai, sweetnya.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05. what is your motto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` that's when i love you - aslyn. [awww, so sweeeeeet!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06. what do your friends think of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` menyesal - ressa herlambang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. what do you think about often?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` dambaan cinta - didi cazli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. what is 2+2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` untitled - zack feat fye. [hahas, &lt;em&gt;sajak laa tu dengan question de&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. what do you think of your bestfriend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` ya iyalah - bulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. what do you think of the person you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` cinta dalam hati - ungu. [sweeeet or what?(:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. what do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` kerna ku sayang kamu - dgyta. [yes, will love to whoever's going to be my bf/ husband. opps.. i forgot, i have poly boyf already. LOLS! (X ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` aku jatuh cinta - roulette. [awww.. i love my walkman phone, serious!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. what do your parents think of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` sempurna - andra and the backbone. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. what will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` maybe - jay sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. what will they play at your funeral?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` what hurts the most - rascal flatts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. what is your hobby/interest?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` i'm yours - jason mraz. [ahahs.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What do you think of your friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` what about now - chris daughtry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. what's the worst thing that could happen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` cinta ini membunuhku - d'masiv. [&lt;em&gt;fuuuuh, kene dengan question de ne&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. how will you die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` irreplacable - beyonce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. what is the one thing you regret?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` if you wanted a song written about you, all you had to do was ask - mayday parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. what makes you laugh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` suria hatiku - taufik batisah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. what makes you cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` menghapus jejakmu - peter pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. will you ever get married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` hanya ingin kau tahu - repvblik. [oh man, this song reminds me of that giant. cause he sang this song during the CNY visit. wth! shall remove this song from my walkman phone, sooooon!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. what scares you the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` seandainya - dygta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. does anyone like you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` engkau - twentymarch. [chey!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. if you could go back in time, what would you change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` i'm not missing you - stacie orrico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. what hurts right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` kekasih gelapku -ungu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. What will you post this as?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` mengenangmu - kerispatih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tag.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` raihanah kueen.&lt;br /&gt;` fardiyana who has a cute, unique laughter.&lt;br /&gt;` atikah princessofmars.&lt;br /&gt;` to&lt;br /&gt;` those&lt;br /&gt;` who&lt;br /&gt;` feels&lt;br /&gt;` like&lt;br /&gt;` doing&lt;br /&gt;` it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i have no idea who to tag. and it seems that my walkman phone is on malay mode today. aaaah, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, there's no class today. the v class are having their phase test today, tomorrow will be the w class. hopefully i'm able to do it, amin! exam will be commence on the 10th march. i'm only left with 03 short freaking days to spend with my dear classmates. (excluding tomorrow.) man, can we postpone our final exam or something? so we can have more time to spend with each other. ehehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've planned to do some revision for my final exams during the afternoon just now. but somehow it didn't turn out like what i've planned. yeah yeah, msn, blog, facebook, blablabla. too much &lt;em&gt;dugaan&lt;/em&gt;. ahahs. nevermind, i shall do it after dinner, &lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt;. ehehs. right now, i'm trying my best to refrain myself from eating junk food, especially chocolates due to exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i failed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended up buying a bar of snickers and a big bar of cadbury creme brulee. sigh.. why is it so hard to resist the temptation of chocolates??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy belated 20th birthday, Asri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th february.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy belated 19th birthday, Atikah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th february.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;happy 18th birthday, Yana's bf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02nd march.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;semoga dipanjangkan umur dan dimurahkan rezeki!&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-3844970642409240835?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3844970642409240835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=3844970642409240835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3844970642409240835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3844970642409240835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-diary.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-2129993076819920874</id><published>2009-02-24T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:41:28.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, we’re done with fyp!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wohooo!~ do the chicken dance yooow. Ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy, he’s happy, she’s happy. The whole class happy!&lt;br /&gt;Great! one down, three more to gooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class test two - 26th February.&lt;br /&gt;Phase test - 03rd March.&lt;br /&gt;Final exam - 10th March.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Somehow,&lt;/s&gt; I enjoy myself today.&lt;br /&gt;After school, I mean. Ehehs.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps: I’m damn sleepy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-2129993076819920874?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2129993076819920874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=2129993076819920874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2129993076819920874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2129993076819920874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-diary_24.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-2273873679147009255</id><published>2009-02-20T13:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:20:16.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TAGGED: Whoever gets tagged has to write 10 things about the person who tagged him/her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haryati bte Hoderi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. my dearest beloved sis pet!&lt;br /&gt;02. she's afraid of cats. MEOOOOW! ehehs.&lt;br /&gt;03. she loves make-up, especially &lt;strong&gt;MAC&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;04. she's a virgo, like me.&lt;br /&gt;05. able to speak boyan.&lt;br /&gt;06. a sweet and a soft spoken lady. aww.. ehehs.&lt;br /&gt;07. not forgetting, a blur and a belo one too. LOLS! (X&lt;br /&gt;08. very close to her mother, cik siti! ohs, tell her i miss her okays. &amp;amp; the agar-agar also. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;09. was given a nickname of pau &amp;amp; petom during secondary school. ehehs!&lt;br /&gt;10. &amp;amp; one more thing, she always get bullied by me. muahahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who got tagged has to write 10 things about him/herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;super duper&lt;/span&gt; scared &lt;/strong&gt;of balloons.&lt;br /&gt;02. loves to imagine. my imagination can be very wild.&lt;br /&gt;03. i will only talk a lot when i'm comfortable with that someone.&lt;br /&gt;04. can mess with me but not with my besties and sayang gfs.&lt;br /&gt;05. okays, not really you can mess with me laa. you go over the limit, then i'll give you hell.&lt;br /&gt;06. appreciate the beauty of nature.&lt;br /&gt;07. arguementative and stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;08. when i like that something, i will stick to it till it's last breathe. ahahs. just like my mechanical pencil. haiyaa, sad case man.&lt;br /&gt;09. prefer to use clear lense so that people can see my natural brown eyes. ahahs!&lt;br /&gt;10. appreciate jazz songs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. fally.&lt;br /&gt;02. didi.&lt;br /&gt;03. gf fiqa.&lt;br /&gt;04. cousin zakiah.&lt;br /&gt;04. cousin suhaili.&lt;br /&gt;05. cousin sakinah.&lt;br /&gt;06. irritating brother mussy&lt;br /&gt;07. raihanah.&lt;br /&gt;08. nadia.&lt;br /&gt;09. talissa.&lt;br /&gt;10. fye. (i know you won't do it. ehehs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SZ5U1gXGdVI/AAAAAAAACBE/wEEDO9aaryA/s1600-h/1_246212863l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304770689285649746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SZ5U1gXGdVI/AAAAAAAACBE/wEEDO9aaryA/s320/1_246212863l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m distressing myself buy doing this survey before I continue on my report and presentation. there are still lots to be done. I have yet to do the network infrastructure design. why oh why must we have to do this project. why can't we just have class test and exams only, minus off the projects. I’m seriously in need of chocolates and I’m craving for macd now. okays, I sound like a drug addict. ahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, zamir’s blog made me LOL-ed. &lt;em&gt;Ada-ada je ne budak, tak habes-habes dengan syaiful&lt;/em&gt;. And he link me as “&lt;strong&gt;amalina- I dropped her guitar&lt;/strong&gt;”. &lt;strong&gt;AHAHAHAHS!&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, he accidentally hit my guitar and it fell. Waaah, my precious nadya… luckily it’s zamir, &lt;em&gt;kalo&lt;/em&gt; loud speaker, &lt;em&gt;aku tengking uhs depan muka de&lt;/em&gt;. Ahahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; ohs, I won't be updating my blog any soon nor facebook-ing that often. or else, I’ll get scolding from that someone. hahas. till then, take care my love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;back to project. pttff!~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-2273873679147009255?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2273873679147009255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=2273873679147009255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2273873679147009255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2273873679147009255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-diary_20.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SZ5U1gXGdVI/AAAAAAAACBE/wEEDO9aaryA/s72-c/1_246212863l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-1125190747270448056</id><published>2009-02-16T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:19:14.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s pride.'/><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>Last few weeks, a guy confessed to me that he likes me. I thought I was the only who knew about it, then few days later I found out that the whole clan knew about it. I admit, I was shocked and wonder why he had to tell every single one in the clan about it. But it’s okay, I closed one eyes. Yes, that’s what I did. &amp;amp; I rejected him nicely by saying to him that I’m with someone. He told me it’s okay, he could accept the fact that I’m with someone. And I thought it was over and everything will be back as per normal. But I was wrong… he posted a bulletin on the net saying that he &lt;strong&gt;loves&lt;/strong&gt; me [&lt;em&gt;yes, love. Not like&lt;/em&gt;] and he will wait for me till I’m single. I swear I was swearing like hell when I read the entire bulletin. He loves me huh? &lt;strong&gt;blardy hell!&lt;/strong&gt; He doesn’t even know me that well, we only had some casual talk and that was nothing yet he confess to me that he loves me. &lt;strong&gt;Blardy hell, &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; What is he trying to do? First, he told the whole clan that he loves me and now what? The whole world? From there, it made me realized that he doesn’t respect me at all, not even a tinny winny bit. He said it like as if I &lt;strong&gt;didn’t&lt;/strong&gt; exist and &lt;em&gt;buat sesuka hati de je&lt;/em&gt;. Like hello, I’m still alive and &lt;strong&gt;I do have pride&lt;/strong&gt;, you Jackass! Soon after that I can’t be bothered about it. I didn’t talk to him nor look at his face. Even if he’s trying his best to gain my trust back, I simply can’t be bothered about it. &lt;em&gt;Gi bebual dengan tembok sudah&lt;/em&gt;. Like what fally and didi always say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A guy with small fried balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, you read it right. I can be extreme mean, try me if you want me to be one lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then earlier in the afternoon, my classmates and I were talking about crush and relationship. It was something that err... how can I say it in a nice words eys? Err, can really wake us up from sleeping during lecture? Ehehs. Especially when you have a 25 years old guy classmate in your clan, &lt;em&gt;orang kata… lebih makan banyak garam dari kita budak-budak muda ne&lt;/em&gt;. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were talking about facebook. Almost similar to the story I told you guys earlier. The guy is indirectly trying to tell everybody that he likes the girl [&lt;em&gt;kalo mataer tu laen cerita laa kan&lt;/em&gt;.] Even when you do tags, you just say whatever comes to your mind without thinking the other party’s feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, imagine the guy who likes you is &lt;em&gt;mister kuku&lt;/em&gt; and you’re &lt;em&gt;miss lala&lt;/em&gt;. You knew that &lt;em&gt;Mister kuku&lt;/em&gt; likes you, cause he confessed to you before. Even when you knew he had feelings for you, you still treat him normally, &lt;strong&gt;just a normal friends, not more than that&lt;/strong&gt;. One day he did a survey and one of the question was…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Qn&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;em&gt;would you want to kiss miss lalala?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;em&gt;yeah, sure can. Why not? If she let me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays girls, what do you think of this? How would you react to it and what are your thoughts about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you now, by saying that you can make the girl’s pride being washed away in the drain? Even if it’s just through a survey. Even worst, if it’s on the net where everybody can read it. Isn’t it like you’re indirectly trying to say that she’s some kind of a cheap girl. You may not realize it, but others do. &lt;strong&gt;The one who’s gets the shame is the girl&lt;/strong&gt;, not you. Agree? And at the same time, what you said will reflect who you really are, and your personality. In short, your true colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, that’s all I got to say. &lt;em&gt;Sapa makan cili, terasa pedas&lt;/em&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: there’s no need for you to say sorry to me. Just do whatever you want to do. I can’t be bothered, seriously! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls start breathing&lt;br /&gt;My mind's unweaving&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's best you leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-1125190747270448056?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1125190747270448056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=1125190747270448056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1125190747270448056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1125190747270448056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-diary_16.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-8300033430675686616</id><published>2009-02-14T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:53:37.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SZa_XreUVyI/AAAAAAAACA8/kQtt0qRNBIQ/s1600-h/blue+wolfs.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302636024803120930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SZa_XreUVyI/AAAAAAAACA8/kQtt0qRNBIQ/s320/blue+wolfs.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Blue Wolf, who is open, cheerful and a carefree type of person.&lt;br /&gt;You possess very original atmosphere, and do not like to adjust yourself to others.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to act on your own and as you like it.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, at first people think you as a cool person, but once they get to know you, and trust is born, they will understand your good sense of humor and a friendly nature.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be indifferent and candid to opposite sex as well, so men think you as very bold woman.&lt;br /&gt;But you are actually a soft hearted person. &lt;strong&gt;[yes, i'm a very soft-hearted person.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no thought of depending on others.&lt;br /&gt;You believe other people are other, you are you.&lt;br /&gt;And will go on living your own way.&lt;br /&gt;You will not be influenced by emotions.&lt;br /&gt;You are true to your life as well.&lt;br /&gt;Because you tend to be indifferent to the people and situation around you, you give an impression of being thoughtless person.&lt;br /&gt;But once asked to do something, you will carry it out by putting in ever effort you possess.&lt;br /&gt;You are very responsible person.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to change your mind quickly.&lt;br /&gt;And because you like changes, people think you as temperamental. &lt;strong&gt;[isyh! mana adaaaa.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have great energy to be able to carry out many things at once, and even if you are busy, once you set your mind, you will definitely carry it out. &lt;strong&gt;[betul, betul. betul!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unique type of woman.&lt;br /&gt;You take time to find the best romance.&lt;br /&gt;You look for honest person, and would act cautiously towards them. &lt;strong&gt;[true!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get married, you will be good at carrying out housework, and will be able to create a happy family. &lt;strong&gt;[waaah, happy family sey! best nyaaa. okays uhs, kene kahwen a.s.a.p laa macam ne. lols!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool shiet man this thing; &lt;a href="http://world.doubutsu-uranai.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;U&gt;link.&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohs, will update about the esplanade when i get the pictures yaa. till then, takecare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; happy 23rd birthday, Zahidah. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-8300033430675686616?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8300033430675686616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=8300033430675686616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8300033430675686616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/8300033430675686616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-diary_14.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SZa_XreUVyI/AAAAAAAACA8/kQtt0qRNBIQ/s72-c/blue+wolfs.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-7645503827085582821</id><published>2009-02-08T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:17:27.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>Next week will be a hectic week for me. Will be having training on next Monday and Tuesday after school. Then Wednesday and Thursday is the performance. &lt;em&gt;Sungguh cepat masa berlalu loh&lt;/em&gt;! I’ve just started learning one of these nights song. Yeah, that’s one of the songs that we will be playing. Anyways, this will be my last performance. After that I won’t be performing, will concentrate on my studies. So to my beloved friends and dear cousins, do come yaa if you’re free. &lt;em&gt;Kalo tak dapat datang pun takpe&lt;/em&gt;. I understand, cause it’s on weekdays. I also don’t know why they do it on weekdays. Haiyaaa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still thinking of how am I suppose to bring all the school stuffs together with my performance stuffs from home. We still have to attend class in the morning &lt;em&gt;liao&lt;/em&gt;. Worst thing is, I had sw on Wednesday and high element rope on Thursday. &lt;em&gt;Waah, kene bawa &lt;/em&gt;everlast shoe, &lt;em&gt;baju&lt;/em&gt; PE, &lt;em&gt;baju&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;kasut&lt;/em&gt; formal &lt;em&gt;sume&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Kecoh sey&lt;/em&gt;! Confirm &lt;em&gt;macam orang nak balek kampong&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Dah laa&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;macam ne bawa &lt;/em&gt;luggage to school &lt;em&gt;aje&lt;/em&gt;. LOLS! But no worries, i’ll be &lt;em&gt;wangi&lt;/em&gt; for the performance. Cause I will &lt;em&gt;mandi&lt;/em&gt; after that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays then, I want to continue studying for my class test now, which somehow indirectly reminds me of my final exam which falls on the &lt;strong&gt;10th march&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, in a month time! Alrights, I’ll meet you guys on Wednesday/ Thursday yaa. That is if you guys coming laa. Ohs, do beep me up if you guys are coming yaa, before 06.30pm please. Cause I got to get ready for performance. Going to be busy, so won’t be replying text message or calls from 06.30pm onwards. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make my next proper entry during the next weekend yaa. [insyAllah] ehehs. Till then, take care earthlings. Don’t let the mosquitoes suck your blood yaa. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-7645503827085582821?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7645503827085582821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=7645503827085582821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/7645503827085582821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/7645503827085582821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-diary_08.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-1666689123366551984</id><published>2009-02-06T21:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:36:11.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYw3RGu1rCI/AAAAAAAACA0/QewiHHy0KOk/s1600-h/P3240019_copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYw3RGu1rCI/AAAAAAAACA0/QewiHHy0KOk/s320/P3240019_copy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299671628512603170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike last year, there’s no picture taken or poster made. This picture was our previous performance at the esplanade and was photoshop-ed by fally. And I can see myself there! Okays, &lt;em&gt;pandai-pandai cari laaa yaa&lt;/em&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more information, please visit &lt;a href="http://www.esplanade.com/whats_on/programme_info/ite_college_east_guitar_ensemble_vocal_group/index.jsp"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;U&gt;here&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, I’M SICK AND TIRED OF WEARING WHITE FOR PERFORMAnCE. &lt;em&gt;Tak habes-habes&lt;/em&gt; white. &lt;em&gt;Dua tahun kat &lt;/em&gt;guitar club, &lt;em&gt;dua tahun juga asyik pakai baju putih&lt;/em&gt;. But for this upcoming performance, only the boys get to wear brown sey. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not fair&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;tak fair&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;tak adil&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; The brown is damn niceeeeeee taw. *sobsob* And bb afi is so action! tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dah uhs, marah ne. nak gi makan uhs&lt;/em&gt;. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-1666689123366551984?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1666689123366551984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=1666689123366551984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1666689123366551984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/1666689123366551984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-diary_7952.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYw3RGu1rCI/AAAAAAAACA0/QewiHHy0KOk/s72-c/P3240019_copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-4426711940135218940</id><published>2009-02-06T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:38:57.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random post.'/><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>I’m sick, I’m sick! No, my allergy is fine. My throat is killing me, sloooooowly. And so is my flu &lt;em&gt;yang tak menjadi ne&lt;/em&gt;. ehehs. &lt;em&gt;macam-macam laaa&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;saket tu&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;saket ne&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;macam orang tua&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday training was fun, eventhough the tall psychotic boy was there. I mean, I feel so good to see didi feel so happy and free on that day. [cause her stalker wasn’t there, that’s why.] and the best part was when iskandar had news to tell us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iskandar:&lt;/strong&gt; jap, jap! Sebelum kita start, aku ada satu news untuk korang. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIVERPOOL &lt;b&gt;MENANG&lt;/b&gt; CHELSEA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahs! Kesian Chelsea fans [look at didi and farhan.] LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about guitar, I’m only left with less than a week to practice all songs. I have yet to practice one of these nights. Sheesh! I’ll let you guys know the detail okays about the performance. Don’t worry, it’s free! Ehehes. Somehow this year’s esplanade performance wasn’t the same as last year. The feel is just way too different. Man, I miss wan, din, adak and pipi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday’s class test was postpone to next week. Waaah, thank goodness! I’ve yet to study fully for it cause I was too sleepy. &lt;em&gt;Mata takle angs &lt;/em&gt;babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, I got to get ready for training now. Takecare lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bb afi, protect me from that psychotic booooooooooy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-4426711940135218940?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4426711940135218940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=4426711940135218940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/4426711940135218940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/4426711940135218940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-diary_06.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-2495308139843102601</id><published>2009-02-03T11:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:00:51.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ON MC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYfAlqkHHTI/AAAAAAAACAs/thnSnec_0yw/s1600-h/Allergy_by_positively.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298415239938121010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYfAlqkHHTI/AAAAAAAACAs/thnSnec_0yw/s320/Allergy_by_positively.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;credits to deviantart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm on mc just for today only due to my allergic. &lt;em&gt;semalam sehat walafiat, nari saket pulaa&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;saket-saket macam ne laaa, bisa&lt;/em&gt; extra &lt;em&gt;manja&lt;/em&gt; with parents. ahahs, i always do that. (X luckily all my medicines are all small-sized pills. but still i hate pills. uweeeek! i think you would laugh your ass off if you see the way i comsume the pills. ehehs. ohs, i'm excuse from physical activities till next week, doctor allowed me to do light duty only. i don't know whether i should be happy or sad. happy cause i won't get roasted in the sun especially for sw on monday! ehehs. &amp;amp; sad cause everybody gets to train for 2.4 and me? just sit and watch only. waaah, not fair sey like that! i want to pass also &lt;em&gt;liao&lt;/em&gt;. even worse, if they play floorball and i only get to watch them play. waaah i'll cry, i tell you. i have to play floorball no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i texted up bb afi, saying that i'm not coming to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;naffy:&lt;/strong&gt; i go hospital. kene ward in.. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;afi:&lt;/strong&gt; saket apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;naffy:&lt;/strong&gt; taklaa, i jumpa doctor je. allergy, you uhs. kaco i je, kan i dah saket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is what he replied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;audadi kata "sepak kang!" they all thought you go hospital. dah nak belikan bunga. kad cepat sembuh [melayu betul bestie aku ne!] and i lagi sikit nak kol suratkhabar under obituary. band escort smua dah siap. khemah hijau tinggal pasang je. agak-agak lebih dari seratus kawan nak solatkan. bari, yazid, juraimi smua dah pilihkan batu nisan, macam-macam design, lawa tau. you je yang spoil event. haha. xp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww, see.. what a sweet classmates i have. (: &lt;em&gt;sayang korang&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;tapi&lt;/em&gt; part obituary onwards &lt;em&gt;tu memang minta kene cekik&lt;/em&gt;! ahahas, &lt;em&gt;kuang asam betul&lt;/em&gt;. so much for a bestie eys! thanks laaa eys! LOLS! the one who loves to bully and play prank on me but still, he's the one who would make me happy and laugh again like a mad girl. a sweet bestie, sweet as caramel indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;okays, dah. takle puji banyak-banyak pasal de. nanti menjadi-jadi pula budak tu! menyampah&lt;/em&gt;! ehehes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-2495308139843102601?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2495308139843102601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=2495308139843102601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2495308139843102601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2495308139843102601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-diary_03.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYfAlqkHHTI/AAAAAAAACAs/thnSnec_0yw/s72-c/Allergy_by_positively.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-3168773049766353966</id><published>2009-02-02T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:31:55.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>thank goodness, there's no 2.4 today. pheew! if not, i think i'll turn to roasted chicken. ahahs. we did the shuttle run and standing broad jump. yeah, i pass my standing broad jump laaaa. actually just pass laa, at least better than fail &lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt;? believe it or not, i've never pass my standing broad jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, my bass has improve bit by bit now. i manage to catch up with the others, but still &lt;em&gt;yang ada macam terlepas gitu&lt;/em&gt;. will be having intensive training for this week till next week. going to be busy, busy, busy.. time do really fly that fast. &lt;em&gt;macam sekejap gitu nak dekat &lt;/em&gt;performance. one week left &lt;em&gt;jeeeeeeeee&lt;/em&gt;! waaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one night, see you at the chalet&lt;br /&gt;turns out the place was such a bore&lt;br /&gt;not till, you took me to the heavens&lt;br /&gt;with your sparkling eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were there, partying all night long&lt;br /&gt;like nothing ever felt soo wrong&lt;br /&gt;just you and me on this one night&lt;br /&gt;we dont wanna end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-3168773049766353966?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3168773049766353966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=3168773049766353966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3168773049766353966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/3168773049766353966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-diary.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-121820596469064167</id><published>2009-01-31T19:46:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:49:17.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY day 01.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I went bowling with gf fiqa on the first day. Her mum and cousins came along too. We played two sets and guess what? &lt;strong&gt;I won!&lt;/strong&gt; For &lt;strong&gt;both games &lt;/strong&gt;by the way. (; I don’t know what’s wrong with gf fiqa. She keep going to the &lt;em&gt;longkang&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Rindu masuk longkang &lt;/em&gt;eys? Ehehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYRBAjXLmAI/AAAAAAAACAM/ATSjrijFELc/s1600-h/4+ladies+%26+a+girl...JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297430539442821122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYRBAjXLmAI/AAAAAAAACAM/ATSjrijFELc/s320/4+ladies+%26+a+girl...JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYRBECCnyvI/AAAAAAAACAU/Y5B9GHr41M8/s1600-h/FOCUSING!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297430599217695474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYRBECCnyvI/AAAAAAAACAU/Y5B9GHr41M8/s320/FOCUSING!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYRBG-VT-1I/AAAAAAAACAc/j1oJgGOuGpA/s1600-h/4+ladies+%26+a+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297430649761954642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYRBG-VT-1I/AAAAAAAACAc/j1oJgGOuGpA/s320/4+ladies+%26+a+girl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which gf fiqa and I went to fye’s chalet. We talk and eat, eat and talk till we’re bloated. Ahahs, no laaa. &lt;em&gt;Tu dah bedek laa kan&lt;/em&gt;. And baby hana was so cute. We made a move and off to mcafe. As usual, gf fiqa with her mocha and I with my caramel frappe, milk base of cos! And we got a free vanilla frappe. lols! Tu uhs, the girl before me was ordering vanilla frappe and she took my caramel frappe and went out. &lt;em&gt;Takpe, kita still untung&lt;/em&gt;. I still get my caramel frappe and a free vanilla frappe. &lt;em&gt;Orang kata rezeki takmu ditolak&lt;/em&gt;. ehehs. Anyways, thanks yaa fye for the complimentary ticket. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY day 02.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guitarmates were invited to mr jerry’s house for CNY celebration. So I met didi, fally &amp;amp; lut and we 24-ed there. I swear I feel like vomiting in the bus. &lt;em&gt;Apa ne bus driver bawa terhuyung-hayang&lt;/em&gt;. Meet the rest of the mates at amk hub and off to mr jerry’s house. &lt;em&gt;Rumah de punya laa dalam&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Cari maha cari, jalan maha jalan&lt;/em&gt;. At last &lt;em&gt;jumpa jugaaaa&lt;/em&gt;! It’s our first time going on visiting for cny, so obviously we were very &lt;em&gt;jakon&lt;/em&gt;. Ehehs. I simply love his house! It’s simple yet nice and so peaceful. [&lt;em&gt;aaaaaaaaahh!&lt;/em&gt;] I love it! He showed us around his house. And being a girl, I snap here, snap there, snap everywhere. Toilet also I snap. Why? Cause the toilet damn nice, like resort. Waaaah. And the boys had their session there. &lt;em&gt;Apa laaa, nak gi &lt;/em&gt;cny visiting &lt;em&gt;pun takle lepas kan &lt;/em&gt;guitar &lt;em&gt;ke&lt;/em&gt;? I wonder if they bring along their guitar during hari raya visiting. LOLS! Alrightos, now let the picture do the talking yaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYQ7KSvw8wI/AAAAAAAAB_k/gGFGjYJX_Sc/s1600-h/naffy,+fally,+didi.....JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297424109711454978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYQ7KSvw8wI/AAAAAAAAB_k/gGFGjYJX_Sc/s320/naffy,+fally,+didi.....JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYQ6MaIPO-I/AAAAAAAAB_M/AawgJdpPZoA/s1600-h/water+flow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297423046541261794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYQ6MaIPO-I/AAAAAAAAB_M/AawgJdpPZoA/s320/water+flow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYQ6YYqh9iI/AAAAAAAAB_U/rkXVHfcXFpw/s1600-h/naffy,+fally,+didi...JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297423252306654754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYQ6YYqh9iI/AAAAAAAAB_U/rkXVHfcXFpw/s320/naffy,+fally,+didi...JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYQ6f0CyHYI/AAAAAAAAB_c/pNSoWng4T_c/s1600-h/luthafiz+%26+afi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297423379915218306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYQ6f0CyHYI/AAAAAAAAB_c/pNSoWng4T_c/s320/luthafiz+%26+afi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYQ7jb1-nNI/AAAAAAAAB_s/fmCE8klo2Q0/s1600-h/mr+%26+mrs+jerry..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297424541650164946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYQ7jb1-nNI/AAAAAAAAB_s/fmCE8klo2Q0/s320/mr+%26+mrs+jerry..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYQ7pZL89QI/AAAAAAAAB_0/BJr8MuEsIHk/s1600-h/fally+%26+naffy...JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297424644016239874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYQ7pZL89QI/AAAAAAAAB_0/BJr8MuEsIHk/s320/fally+%26+naffy...JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYQ7wsFbJpI/AAAAAAAAB_8/n8St50LO4lU/s1600-h/naffy+%26+didi...JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297424769348216466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYQ7wsFbJpI/AAAAAAAAB_8/n8St50LO4lU/s320/naffy+%26+didi...JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYQ74EfpH5I/AAAAAAAACAE/bmGR7iWXRSQ/s1600-h/afi+%26+naffy+besties.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297424896159719314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYQ74EfpH5I/AAAAAAAACAE/bmGR7iWXRSQ/s320/afi+%26+naffy+besties.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're besties yaaaa. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not more than that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yaaa, kene be specific. kalo tak nanti ada orang salah anggap. opps, sapa makan cili terasa pedas laa ya. peace! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this entry, I will let you guys hear a song now and forever by bb afi. &lt;em&gt;kalo ada siapa-siapa yang cair bila mendengar suaranya, tolong cepat-cepat masuk dalam freezer yaaa&lt;/em&gt;. I won’t bear any responsibility upon it yaaa. Ehehs, enjoy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="408" height="321" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i85.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid85.photobucket.com/albums/k65/qhairul/MOV00010.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ne confirm yang ada repeat-repeat balek taw video ne&lt;/em&gt;. LOLS! (X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: I think it would sound perfect without the piano. AHAHS! &lt;em&gt;Jahat sey&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-121820596469064167?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/121820596469064167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=121820596469064167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/121820596469064167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/121820596469064167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-diary_31.html' title='DEAR DIARY.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SYRBAjXLmAI/AAAAAAAACAM/ATSjrijFELc/s72-c/4+ladies+%26+a+girl...JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31608648.post-2558143271355991915</id><published>2009-01-31T15:44:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:23:00.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAIKNYA.</title><content type='html'>1. Put your music on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing the memo as well as the person you got the memo from.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letters to you - Finch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decode - Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About you now - Sugarbabes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream with me - Stratovarius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lafaz - Jaliboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila - Dygta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku dipermainkan - Apit. [RABAAAAK!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khayalan - Taufik Batisah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you - Bon Jovi. [awww.. yes, i will] (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suria hatiku - Taufik Batisah. [waah, way better than that someone: naked. LOLS!] (X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruqqayah - Twenty March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the sun - Rooster. [waaah, no good! no good!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rinduku CintaMu - Vagetoz. [sedihnyaaaaaa..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suara - Hijau Daun. [this is a sweet song.] (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you - Kelly clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlanjur cinta - Rossa feat Pasha Ungu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai - Merah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta ini membunuhku - D'Masiv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menunggu dirimu - Nadia's picture show. [tsk,tsk..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceria - J Rock. [TAK MASUK AKAL LANGSUNG! THIS SONG MAKES ME HAPPY AND WANNA DANCE!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love - The Sallys. [aww...] (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantan Kekasihku - Lyla. [AHAHAHAS!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever &amp;amp; always - Taylor swift. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerna ku sayang kamu - Dygta. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tercipta untukku - Ungu. [terharu sayaaaaaa.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kau yang bisa - Tiket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner takes it all - McFly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your superman is here - Shawn desman. (X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU SAY, WHEN YOU MEET YOUR BOSS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak mudah - Potret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiknya - Ada Band. [yaaa, saya baek dan sehat.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i did this on facebook just now, but i did it again cause it's fuuuun! ehehs. ohs, and whoever wants to do, just do yaa. hak umum. ehehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so many things happenned lately. within one week, everything change. okays fine, i maybe exaggerating a bit. not really everything change. ehehs. i've got admit i miss the &lt;em&gt;i'm-free-from-the-freaky-admirers&lt;/em&gt; moment. and yes, i do envy people who are having the free moment [&lt;em&gt;look at fally. LOLS!&lt;/em&gt;] this is just so tiring, having to run away from the person. run and run, dah macam 2.4 pulaaa. &lt;strong&gt;*big sigh &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; dear girls.. if you ever wish that you have stalker or admirer who's &lt;strong&gt;totally obssess &lt;/strong&gt;with you, all i've got to say is &lt;strong&gt;be careful what you wish for..&lt;/strong&gt; no, i've never wish to have this kind of story cause it's damn scary. you'll feel so insecure to everywhere you go.. &lt;strong&gt;*another big sigh.&lt;/strong&gt; ahahahas! stop it eys, amalina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; boy, get a life. do some reality check would you? so what if you're still single up till now. you won't die out of single laa. wake up laa deyy, you're still in your teen days. [yes, he's younger than me] so what if your friends and cousins have ex's and were/are in relationship. that doesn't mean you have to die-die be in relationship so you can fit in and be on track with the others. some people who are older than me whom i know are still single and they're still happy and living their life to the fullest. and i'm not stupid enough to just fill up the blank for you. thanks Allah for giving me the brain to think and make wise decision. whatever it is, i will still remain to keep my distance away from you. yes, once i have set my mind to a decision, i will stick to it. only Allah knows how insecure, scared and shivering i was/am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays then, maybe tomorrow i will update about my CNY holidays yaaa. till then takecare lovelies. &amp;amp; don't let the mosquitos bite you yaaa. ehehehs! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;run baby run&lt;br /&gt;don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;they'll tear up apart if you give them the chance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS: simply tired of everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31608648-2558143271355991915?l=nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2558143271355991915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31608648&amp;postID=2558143271355991915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2558143271355991915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31608648/posts/default/2558143271355991915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuramalinafaiz.blogspot.com/2009/01/baiknya.html' title='BAIKNYA.'/><author><name>NurAmalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220821084204438728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLVM86k8xfc/SIxR3BjgedI/AAAAAAAABWE/PMUdqg_OApY/S220/1_771823996l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
