<?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-12844699</id><updated>2012-02-10T08:39:40.519+08:00</updated><category term='sweet valley'/><category term='psst. i got a secret'/><category term='sale'/><category term='teenage'/><title type='text'>the written thoughts and the stars above</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-9190657196579532955</id><published>2009-08-10T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:44:59.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SoAhUafopdI/AAAAAAAAAzU/_FELyBXUkB8/s1600-h/IMG_3013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SoAhUafopdI/AAAAAAAAAzU/_FELyBXUkB8/s400/IMG_3013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368327390418740690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blocks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-9190657196579532955?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/9190657196579532955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=9190657196579532955' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/9190657196579532955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/9190657196579532955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2009/08/blocks.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SoAhUafopdI/AAAAAAAAAzU/_FELyBXUkB8/s72-c/IMG_3013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-5315592827045300015</id><published>2009-08-04T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:01:27.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sng84YIAB7I/AAAAAAAAAzE/oNXNj1hW8FM/s1600-h/IMG_2638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sng84YIAB7I/AAAAAAAAAzE/oNXNj1hW8FM/s400/IMG_2638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366105895258294194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 13 months being in the force...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sng-MB44jlI/AAAAAAAAAzM/ltusd5UBxeo/s1600-h/IMG_2414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sng-MB44jlI/AAAAAAAAAzM/ltusd5UBxeo/s400/IMG_2414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366107332398321234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the star that is missing in this night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-5315592827045300015?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/5315592827045300015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=5315592827045300015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/5315592827045300015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/5315592827045300015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-13-months-being-in-force.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sng84YIAB7I/AAAAAAAAAzE/oNXNj1hW8FM/s72-c/IMG_2638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-7716760585455671428</id><published>2009-07-07T19:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:52:33.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SlWs0dWYKVI/AAAAAAAAAy0/vo4nN999n60/s1600-h/IMG_1892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SlWs0dWYKVI/AAAAAAAAAy0/vo4nN999n60/s400/IMG_1892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356377349058734418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the 2 monks' journey to the west...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i suck at Para-Para!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SlXpgCUQ3mI/AAAAAAAAAy8/EfxFMBKF8eA/s1600-h/IMG_2028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SlXpgCUQ3mI/AAAAAAAAAy8/EfxFMBKF8eA/s400/IMG_2028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356444068414021218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as of today, i have exactly &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; more months to ORD OH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-7716760585455671428?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/7716760585455671428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=7716760585455671428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/7716760585455671428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/7716760585455671428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-monks-journey-to-west.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SlWs0dWYKVI/AAAAAAAAAy0/vo4nN999n60/s72-c/IMG_1892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-5837384064749078993</id><published>2009-06-17T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:32:29.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sji3naOwq1I/AAAAAAAAAx8/0V3BIfwJ3hU/s1600-h/IMG_1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sji3naOwq1I/AAAAAAAAAx8/0V3BIfwJ3hU/s400/IMG_1557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348226445186476882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ice-cream old man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-5837384064749078993?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/5837384064749078993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=5837384064749078993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/5837384064749078993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/5837384064749078993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-lights-light-up-my-street.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sji3naOwq1I/AAAAAAAAAx8/0V3BIfwJ3hU/s72-c/IMG_1557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-2720214412377234421</id><published>2009-06-06T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:38:14.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SinyaFMPUII/AAAAAAAAAxs/L5bOt4HZlc4/s1600-h/IMG_1298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SinyaFMPUII/AAAAAAAAAxs/L5bOt4HZlc4/s400/IMG_1298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344068962735837314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wherever your journey may be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the angels will always look out for you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-2720214412377234421?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/2720214412377234421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=2720214412377234421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/2720214412377234421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/2720214412377234421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2009/06/wherever-your-journey-may-be-angels.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SinyaFMPUII/AAAAAAAAAxs/L5bOt4HZlc4/s72-c/IMG_1298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-5068175426707764286</id><published>2009-05-29T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:00:11.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blog have to speak less words these days. i am thinking of just changing it to a photo gallery blog with really really really less words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SiPYxos9xfI/AAAAAAAAAxk/WJuPdKf0Qjw/s1600-h/DSCF4690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SiPYxos9xfI/AAAAAAAAAxk/WJuPdKf0Qjw/s400/DSCF4690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342351930242745842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting with this picture first. more will come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the next post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-5068175426707764286?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/5068175426707764286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=5068175426707764286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/5068175426707764286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/5068175426707764286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-blog-have-to-speak-less-words.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SiPYxos9xfI/AAAAAAAAAxk/WJuPdKf0Qjw/s72-c/DSCF4690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-6462722549589168885</id><published>2009-04-29T13:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:50:08.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SfhPr0IxW8I/AAAAAAAAAxU/clVhsLtyklw/s1600-h/DSCF4265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SfhPr0IxW8I/AAAAAAAAAxU/clVhsLtyklw/s400/DSCF4265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330097773141384130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jap food are the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from a 2 day ambulance attachment at Paya Lebar Fire station and it has been an exhilarating ride. from the streets of geylang to the neighbourhood of eunos. from tan tock seng hospital to changi general hospital and to KK children's hospital. it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing that i realised is that most of the things that i learned during my medic course isnt mostly applied during work. it's just like nursing. u learn the basics but you improvise to save time and energy. maybe there are a few shortcuts along the way but in this kind of line, u probably need to take a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had many interesting calls. had one lady trying to injure herself with a knife. it's quite sad as she had 2 very small children with her who witnessed the whole thing. fortunately, she stopped and promised not to do it again. and we treated her injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a cute boy who got his head injured because he banged into some glass panel at the Singapore Flyer. then he got tired and slept peacefully in the ambulance. heheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last call was about an elderly lady who was already dead when we got there. my paramedic estimated that she died for about an hour before we first received the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only case which i wanted to experience but didn't get to is the collapse case. so i didnt had the chance to do CPR in the ambulance. not that i want to have someone die in front of me (or be a hero and save a life) but it would have been an experience of a lifetime. right? which reminded me of a story on how i did CPR on my neighbour who collapsed. at that time, my collarbone was still broken and when i entered my neighbour's house, i saw a paramedic putting on the defibrillation pads onto the patient's chest. while he was doing that, i asked whether i could do CPR. he said yes and i took off my sling and started doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw farini and nurul at cgh A&amp;amp;E. chatted with them for a while and by the looks of it, i think they're happy working there. i'm probably just assuming but i like to think that way. anyway, since there is a swine flu outbreak in many parts of the world, i really hope that there won't be one in singapore. coz if there is, u will see all the paramedics and medics wearing the yellow gown, N95 mask and goggles while attending to all cases. that would be painstakingly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mafan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was it for my 2 days of attachment :) hahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-6462722549589168885?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/6462722549589168885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=6462722549589168885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/6462722549589168885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/6462722549589168885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2009/04/jap-food-are-bomb-i-just-got-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SfhPr0IxW8I/AAAAAAAAAxU/clVhsLtyklw/s72-c/DSCF4265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-7286522928766791614</id><published>2009-03-15T20:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:17:28.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sbz-slavScI/AAAAAAAAAvU/_w6F7S_PdD8/s1600-h/DSCF4112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sbz-slavScI/AAAAAAAAAvU/_w6F7S_PdD8/s400/DSCF4112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313401702302304706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i went to cineleisure, i realised that there is actually movie/gaming rooms that u can rent to do gaming and movie-ing ( if there is such a term).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i supposed celebrating a friend's birthday at that place is good. it's probably not the best but if u want to have a mini party cum a movie marathon, then it would be sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sbz-spB4C3I/AAAAAAAAAvM/MSvlzpMdzUA/s1600-h/DSCF4092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sbz-spB4C3I/AAAAAAAAAvM/MSvlzpMdzUA/s400/DSCF4092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313401703271762802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the birthday girl, zuraida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sbz-s3pGyhI/AAAAAAAAAvc/lEkBv5YdG0Q/s1600-h/DSCF4068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sbz-s3pGyhI/AAAAAAAAAvc/lEkBv5YdG0Q/s400/DSCF4068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313401707194403346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the bday girl and her knight in brown armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a surprise birthday party planned by my another friend. my part was to hide in the room, jump out in the dark and surprise her. and i probably did a bad job at surprising her. i suck at surprising ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sbz-tYKDhVI/AAAAAAAAAvs/2oCGgR0xf20/s1600-h/DSCF4095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sbz-tYKDhVI/AAAAAAAAAvs/2oCGgR0xf20/s400/DSCF4095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313401715922535762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the new trend in 2009, glow-in-the-dark spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched Mr. Woodcock. the movie was okok. not so funny but it wasn't so bad either. but during the movie, i always hear ppl shouting or screaming in the next room. even though it's an enclosed room but i still hear screaming. but there is no way a couple can do anything funny inside coz there are cameras that is monitoring in each and every room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am saying this just in case any random person reads this and decided to do an activity there with a partner. at least now u know there is a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to leave for a while towards the end of the party coz i had to meet my brother at city hall. we wanted to get something at the IT Fair at suntec city. i know suntec is huge and the crowd is so mega huge too. i think over the years, i have lost abit of patience when it comes to making my way around. i had to constantly push and shove ppl around. and i accidentally keep kicking the ppl's heels too. maybe in a way, it would let them know my presence behind them. hahah! lucky i didnt make anyone trip and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother, hafiz, wanted to get an xbox 360. at first, i wasnt so keen. but i missed gaming so much and i decided why not try it. and it comes with free games too! but the best part was i received an extra controller that i wasnt supposed to get. u see, the whole set only came with one controller. i bought another controller at half price. so i should only be having be 2 controllers right? but when we got home, i saw one controller in the set box and another 2 controllers inside the plastic bag. so i got 3!!!! hahaha! just nice for izzan, hafiz and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i should save money to buy more games. delphine had guitar heroes and i heard it is so good that u'll be addicted. so i must train and then compete with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sb0ApjKe86I/AAAAAAAAAwM/6GueJfvDO04/s1600-h/DSCF4127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sb0ApjKe86I/AAAAAAAAAwM/6GueJfvDO04/s400/DSCF4127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313403849180902306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i know i am smiling, but deep down my heart is aching after i gave away $200 to get the console.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sb0ApGaJZFI/AAAAAAAAAv8/zItKIoNDX3s/s1600-h/DSCF4122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sb0ApGaJZFI/AAAAAAAAAv8/zItKIoNDX3s/s400/DSCF4122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313403841461970002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;while he is happy abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really really really very tiring walking around the fair. i have to admit, i hated going to IT fairs. if i go for one, my mission will be to search and buy as quick as possible. comparing prices will only be done if i buy something which cost me more than $200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sb0KUyQxvpI/AAAAAAAAAxE/DW5-Yo0f14o/s1600-h/DSCF4135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sb0KUyQxvpI/AAAAAAAAAxE/DW5-Yo0f14o/s400/DSCF4135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313414487572856466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;manja nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sb0IwLU1omI/AAAAAAAAAws/3BhU-OsYvd0/s1600-h/DSCF4144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sb0IwLU1omI/AAAAAAAAAws/3BhU-OsYvd0/s400/DSCF4144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313412759133987426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fooling around during dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sb0IwneYqFI/AAAAAAAAAw0/25yl1CcNl7s/s1600-h/DSCF4150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sb0IwneYqFI/AAAAAAAAAw0/25yl1CcNl7s/s400/DSCF4150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313412766690224210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fooling around too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sb0KVGJo2TI/AAAAAAAAAxM/3z3vCw9OzfM/s1600-h/DSCF4181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sb0KVGJo2TI/AAAAAAAAAxM/3z3vCw9OzfM/s400/DSCF4181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313414492911622450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing is really cool. and now i have something to look forward to when i go home. but i think i have to buy some girly games. or fantasy games just in case if i have kids coming to my house to play and tell me that their parents dont allow them to play gore, hardcore or sexual theme games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sb0KUUcp_EI/AAAAAAAAAw8/IDcvbtUm3_A/s1600-h/DSCF4184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sb0KUUcp_EI/AAAAAAAAAw8/IDcvbtUm3_A/s400/DSCF4184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313414479569615938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wonder how i do my gaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sb0Iu1sSG8I/AAAAAAAAAwc/nrTsm-wXvow/s1600-h/DSCF4152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sb0Iu1sSG8I/AAAAAAAAAwc/nrTsm-wXvow/s400/DSCF4152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313412736146873282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i hope u all had a great weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-7286522928766791614?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/7286522928766791614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=7286522928766791614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/7286522928766791614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/7286522928766791614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-time-i-went-to-cineleisure-i.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sbz-slavScI/AAAAAAAAAvU/_w6F7S_PdD8/s72-c/DSCF4112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-8474054522916929929</id><published>2009-03-06T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:01:22.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SbPbDNFbrBI/AAAAAAAAAvE/SBy28vM6MGA/s1600-h/SNC00108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SbPbDNFbrBI/AAAAAAAAAvE/SBy28vM6MGA/s400/SNC00108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310829233698483218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how would you feel if someone were to sleep when u are giving a lecture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know, i may have been a bad or rude person as i remembered the times i used to sleep during lectures. now i know how the lecturers feel when they see their students sleeping or snoring inconsiderately. and u probably have your reasons; stayed up late to do project, worked part time to get extra allowance or excessive involvement in CCAs. bla bla bla. n da da da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today it seem that the trainees from SRB ( a unit in the CD ) are in a lazy mood. i've actually took them for a week already since last week and this week will be their last. and today i had to give a really boring lecture. it is really a boring topic so i really tried hard to make it interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so during my lecture, i had trainees who occasionally doze off and i had to repeatedly ask them to wake up. either my lecture materials are too boring or it is me who is the boring one. i don't know but if i am really a boring person, i would take any opportunity to prove ppl wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst part was there were two trainees who were sitting at the first row and they were sleeping like nobody's business. suddenly i became abit angry i told them to do the push-ups. gave them 20 each. and then i was a happy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point is, i wasn't really trying to abuse or exercise excessively on my given authority. i know it's common for ppl to doze off during class. but i definitely wasn't going to let some ppl enjoy their nap while i am trying my best to impart my knowledge to them. even if i turned out to be a boring person. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SbPartTuf9I/AAAAAAAAAu8/oUxzVY9nSxY/s1600-h/SNC00171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SbPartTuf9I/AAAAAAAAAu8/oUxzVY9nSxY/s400/SNC00171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310828830031511506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u all imagine me being fierce? like scolding trainees "YOU BLOODY FOOLS! RUN AROUND THE PARADE SQUARE 10 ROUNDS! I DON'T CARE IF YOU ALL VOMIT OR FAINT! YOU THINK I'M JOKING! YOU THINK I'M THE JOKER IS IT? NOW GIVE ME 50! ''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say, there is no point abusing power. i rather be a nice and firm instructor than being a fierce and hardcore one. i don't want to get beaten up outside camp just because they hate me for being so fierce! like i am only serving my NS for a year and 10 months! risk my life and die for my country??? not this way definitely. i rather get shot during war rather than i get stab by the trainees :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i rather get shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-8474054522916929929?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/8474054522916929929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=8474054522916929929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/8474054522916929929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/8474054522916929929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-would-you-feel-if-someone-were-to.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SbPbDNFbrBI/AAAAAAAAAvE/SBy28vM6MGA/s72-c/SNC00108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-1496549888049503676</id><published>2009-02-21T19:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:02:07.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZ_rU1JUh9I/AAAAAAAAAt0/pz1ONo_GWdg/s1600-h/DSCF4025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZ_rU1JUh9I/AAAAAAAAAt0/pz1ONo_GWdg/s400/DSCF4025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305217629161818066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never been to carousel before and i've got to say that place is really something. the food was exquisite. lobsters and prawns were fresh. cakes and chocolates were delicious. the steak was bright pink but tasted excellent. don't get me started on the chickens. i already planned to eat alot of the chickens before i got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZ_rVGPXMfI/AAAAAAAAAt8/iMh1jwOyUKI/s1600-h/DSCF4031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZ_rVGPXMfI/AAAAAAAAAt8/iMh1jwOyUKI/s400/DSCF4031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305217633750561266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i never ate raw salmon before. i didn't had any stomach ache since i ate it so it is safe to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZ_rVdBgV6I/AAAAAAAAAuM/-4aY5nhBR4w/s1600-h/DSCF4033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZ_rVdBgV6I/AAAAAAAAAuM/-4aY5nhBR4w/s400/DSCF4033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305217639866455970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;huge prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZ_t149DrkI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Lgne0SxRuW8/s1600-h/DSCF4032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZ_t149DrkI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Lgne0SxRuW8/s400/DSCF4032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305220396143062594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the top one in the picture are yellowtail fishes and i cant remember the other two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZ_t2OZwddI/AAAAAAAAAuk/teXtEfNEPuY/s1600-h/DSCF4034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZ_t2OZwddI/AAAAAAAAAuk/teXtEfNEPuY/s400/DSCF4034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305220401900582354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the scallops, crabs and the small prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl is leaving for brisbane and she wanted us to have a small dinner gathering before she leaves. so i suggested Carousel coz i heard so much abt this place. since everyone told me that the food there is great, i was assured that i will not be dissappointed with the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZ_rVF5J-sI/AAAAAAAAAuE/cfGYs0oPQRc/s1600-h/DSCF4030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZ_rVF5J-sI/AAAAAAAAAuE/cfGYs0oPQRc/s400/DSCF4030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305217633657420482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. i wasn't dissappointed at all. dinner is at 52 dollars excluding taxes per person. so try it when u have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like alot of my friends have enrolled themselves for degree courses. some took part time, others took full time. i supposed, even through these economic tough times, one has to upgrade themselves. when when when when will i take my degree? i heard i can take my nursing degree during NS. now if that is true, i will try enrol after one year of NS. then can complete my degree while i am in my first year in ttsh. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, after 5 weeks, i have started playing soccer again. i thought i should get myself back to my fitness level because the doctor at my camp didn't want to downgrade my PES. which is good of course. coz downgrading my PES will affect my allowance and promotion. so hopefully, come july, i will be promoted to the next rank. and still be that fit again An-Nur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sais64rxpCI/AAAAAAAAAu0/s__PKNOTNrg/s1600-h/SNC00124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/Sais64rxpCI/AAAAAAAAAu0/s__PKNOTNrg/s400/SNC00124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307682288504513570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy again to play :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it doesn't matter whether u have a broken clavicle, ankle or arm. when u have recovered, and think u're ready for the challenge, u will overcome the obstacles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-1496549888049503676?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/1496549888049503676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=1496549888049503676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/1496549888049503676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/1496549888049503676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-never-been-to-carousel-before-and.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZ_rU1JUh9I/AAAAAAAAAt0/pz1ONo_GWdg/s72-c/DSCF4025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-6141522530515798753</id><published>2009-02-16T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:18:55.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after a month of absence from work, it is good to be back doing some work in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after 3 months being in the branch, i finally got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZlxzTq43FI/AAAAAAAAAts/tpmmob3m9Iw/s1600-h/SNC00117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZlxzTq43FI/AAAAAAAAAts/tpmmob3m9Iw/s400/SNC00117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303395162472897618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... promoted to lance corporal ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon the seriousness of my face. ppl say instructors have to act fierce. and i know it's not a big deal. so yes it is not a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i found out that i am not the youngest student anymore in my keyboard class. there were 2 other girls probably around  7 or 8 year olds learning the same thing as i am. except that these kids has to learn to write the notes on a music sheet itself. maybe soon they will become future composers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i can say&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; " hey i used to go music classes with her! she's a prodigy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;(macam faham sey an-nur!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-6141522530515798753?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/6141522530515798753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=6141522530515798753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/6141522530515798753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/6141522530515798753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-month-of-absence-from-work-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZlxzTq43FI/AAAAAAAAAts/tpmmob3m9Iw/s72-c/SNC00117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-8033010535585329081</id><published>2009-02-14T01:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:36:54.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here i am again posting pictures of little kids again. this time, it's only 2 and i took them without them knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZZXJhzmC1I/AAAAAAAAAtU/4FFVOWCqi5w/s1600-h/DSCF3977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZZXJhzmC1I/AAAAAAAAAtU/4FFVOWCqi5w/s400/DSCF3977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302521432480549714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this girl was part of an entourage that came to support a soccer team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZZXJ3bSf7I/AAAAAAAAAtc/O8ceQyYiVK8/s1600-h/DSCF3945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZZXJ3bSf7I/AAAAAAAAAtc/O8ceQyYiVK8/s400/DSCF3945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302521438284185522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i saw this girl during my cousin's wedding procession. at first, i was asking the little girl to look at the camera and smile. but she just looked and then rolled eyes at me and looked away to her mother or aunt. feeling abit dejected, i just took her picture at another angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i thought she has nice perfect lips. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to update about myself;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i have been taking keyboard lessons. i have been wanting to do this since young and i am finally playing it at the age of 22. hahah! and in my class, i am the youngest because there's 2 older man learning to play the keyboard too. so age is not a barrier if u want to learn something new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i just passed my basic theory test yesterday. applied for PDL too and i am looking forward to start on my practical session. like for any other human beings, getting a driving license is probably a significant part of their lives. so yes.. i will look forward to the day when i get that license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) my collarbone is fine... except for a few pinches and pain at some point of time. i don't know but i think my collarbone is fixed wrongly coz i can see the end of the bone is sticking out slightly out of position. so everytime when i rotate my head, i feel the sharp pain like as if the bone is eating into my flesh. it's really not a good feeling especially when u have a strain neck and u keep wanting to rotate ur head or neck to relieve. i always think that the bone is searing my jugular vein, waiting for that final moment when it will tear completely and then bleed inside my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, that won't happen lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i want and need to ask whether anyone is interested to go to a Coldplay's concert next month on the 23rd. if anyone's interested, just msn or msg me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i have never been to a concert before, i might as well do this while i still can and able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZZmAU4j-zI/AAAAAAAAAtk/IgcTmYWKEHs/s1600-h/DSCF3654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZZmAU4j-zI/AAAAAAAAAtk/IgcTmYWKEHs/s400/DSCF3654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302537767067319090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to those who love whoever that you wish to love :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-8033010535585329081?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/8033010535585329081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=8033010535585329081' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/8033010535585329081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/8033010535585329081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-i-am-again-posting-pictures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SZZXJhzmC1I/AAAAAAAAAtU/4FFVOWCqi5w/s72-c/DSCF3977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-2636975739341474369</id><published>2009-01-30T23:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:36:43.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the innocence. the cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was with my friends last tuesday just to watch them played soccer. given my current condition, i still could not play. while watching them play, i felt slightly jealous or maybe angry that i wasn't able to play. i may be regretting having this injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i know i was probably foolish to go outside and watch ppl play soccer while knowing that i could feel this way. hahah! or maybe im just complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i brought my camera along to take pictures of my friends playing the sports. but the highlight of this article is actually not them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYMeN8T-BsI/AAAAAAAAAr8/B4QqfjEpeOQ/s1600-h/DSCF3716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYMeN8T-BsI/AAAAAAAAAr8/B4QqfjEpeOQ/s400/DSCF3716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297110811594852034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it is THEM :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYMeOl6yG1I/AAAAAAAAAsM/hpofuwFUD-4/s1600-h/DSCF3720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYMeOl6yG1I/AAAAAAAAAsM/hpofuwFUD-4/s400/DSCF3720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297110822763502418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;since they were playing happily, i decided to capture their moments of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYMeOSO337I/AAAAAAAAAsE/27beKDZXhLM/s1600-h/DSCF3718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYMeOSO337I/AAAAAAAAAsE/27beKDZXhLM/s400/DSCF3718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297110817479057330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;every children likes to pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYMeO5sGzvI/AAAAAAAAAsU/v9jPNO2lCXo/s1600-h/DSCF3723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYMeO5sGzvI/AAAAAAAAAsU/v9jPNO2lCXo/s400/DSCF3723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297110828070653682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for me, these 2 kids are the cutest. i love his fish bone t-shirt. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYP42IxCAiI/AAAAAAAAAtE/5IMpwNz6tYg/s1600-h/DSCF3731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYP42IxCAiI/AAAAAAAAAtE/5IMpwNz6tYg/s400/DSCF3731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297351195667595810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think the kid wasn't comfortable when i carried him. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYP41k1-5GI/AAAAAAAAAs0/yUiVvT_iceg/s1600-h/DSCF3728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYP41k1-5GI/AAAAAAAAAs0/yUiVvT_iceg/s400/DSCF3728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297351186024686690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends told me i must ask their parents permission to take pictures with their kids or risk getting sued. of course, it wasn't true lah but i was so gullible to believe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYP41y4rRNI/AAAAAAAAAs8/SZtnL34BjqY/s1600-h/DSCF3729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYP41y4rRNI/AAAAAAAAAs8/SZtnL34BjqY/s400/DSCF3729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297351189794079954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i wish i could play too!!!! and not have to worry about work, or school, or money, or the way i wear. just eat and play :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYMfjatzXII/AAAAAAAAAsk/-z_Effyyszk/s1600-h/DSCF3395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYMfjatzXII/AAAAAAAAAsk/-z_Effyyszk/s400/DSCF3395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297112280045149314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look what i snapped for my brother's POP. i snapped MUHAIMIN in this picture and i didn't even knew until i uploaded it and saw it close-up. this is probably like finding wally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks till i start work :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-2636975739341474369?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/2636975739341474369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=2636975739341474369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/2636975739341474369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/2636975739341474369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-kids-innocence.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYMeN8T-BsI/AAAAAAAAAr8/B4QqfjEpeOQ/s72-c/DSCF3716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-1509549418385138480</id><published>2009-01-24T11:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:35:14.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYBvH30N5OI/AAAAAAAAArM/K8So4gm7e5w/s1600-h/DSCF3520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYBvH30N5OI/AAAAAAAAArM/K8So4gm7e5w/s400/DSCF3520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296355342820435170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy CNY to all the chinese people out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from kl last tuesday. took the monday night bus and reached singapore at about 6.30 am tuesday. luckily it is still the holidays and there weren't a lot of people at the immigrations checkpoint and on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYBvI0pTZ0I/AAAAAAAAArs/0DA0ognfrEw/s1600-h/DSCF3627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYBvI0pTZ0I/AAAAAAAAArs/0DA0ognfrEw/s400/DSCF3627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296355359149221698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am surprised that chinatown is still packed with people even though it is the CNY festival. looks like some of the local chinese people didn't go back to their kampung or hometown to celebrate with their family. instead, they still carry on with their businesses entertaining the tourists and locals alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYBvIG8rkjI/AAAAAAAAArU/XU4fB45hGrQ/s1600-h/DSCF3548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYBvIG8rkjI/AAAAAAAAArU/XU4fB45hGrQ/s400/DSCF3548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296355346882466354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't do much shopping. but the others did major shopping like there is no tomorrow. so i spent abit of time waiting at starbucks and some coffee shops. it was relaxing though. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYBvIWZAgJI/AAAAAAAAArc/gxyM7NbjNog/s1600-h/DSCF3580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYBvIWZAgJI/AAAAAAAAArc/gxyM7NbjNog/s400/DSCF3580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296355351027810450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when u are in malaysia, surely u will indulge yourself in food and glorious food. my other aim of this trip is for me to gain weight too! so we'll see how my weight in a few days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i wasn't sure whether i could go for the trip because of my current collarbone condition. i was thinking of going there with a wheel bag so that i wont have to carry it. but the bag is small and i chose to bring a big backpack instead. it was uncomfortable to carry the bag only on my left shoulder but guys have to tahan right. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was going to be the start of a bad trip because we missed the bus to KL! the bus was supposed was supposed to leave at 3pm but when we reached there at 3pm, the bus was gone. so we went to the counter where we bought the tickets and asked where the bus is. the lady at the counter told us the bus is at another platform. initially, our tickets stated that the bus was at platform 20. and she changed it to platform 18. so went back to platform 18 only to find out that there is no bus there. so we returned to the counter again and enquired. the lady looking panicked called a guy who looks scruffy to handle my problem. and he came and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scruffy guy - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"sorry but your bus just left."&lt;/span&gt; ( talking in bochap manner)&lt;br /&gt;me -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "but we just reached exactly at 3pm and how can the bus leaves us without waiting?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scruffy guy- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"the bus leaves exactly at 3pm and u are late. sorry cannot do anything about it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this moment, i was going to say the F word but i kept my cool. but in the end, i had to argue with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"eh.. i know the bus will at least wait for 10 - 30 minutes for the passengers and now u        are telling me that the bus suddenly wanted to leave punctually."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scruffy guy - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"yes brother... we wont wait for people one. the bus leaves on time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a good reason to complain because the platform where the bus was supposed to be had changed at the last minute. and how can the BUS NOT WAIT FOR US????&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i told the guy to get us the bus no matter what. we did and got a very decent looking bus which looks like it was chartered by some third party company. i had no comment about the ride. it was just freaking uncomfortable. full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for that man and all those people trying to cheat us -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DAMN IT! YOU  THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH IT AND CHEAT MY MONEY! NO FRIGGING WAY BECAUSE I AM NOT STUPID U BUGGER! I KNOW U SOLD OUR SEATS TO OTHER PEOPLE AND BECAUSE YOU SOLD IT, YOU HAD TO SEND THE BUS AWAY SO THAT WE WONT BE ABLE TO BOARD IT. YOU STUPID LIAR. YOU THINK I DONT KNOW YOUR TRICK. I KNEW YOU WERE GOING TO GIVE EXCUSES AND BY SAYING THAT THE BUS LEAVES ON TIME WHEN WE REACHED ON TIME PROVED THAT YOU ARE A BAD LIAR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i would have said the F word in my blog. but i'm just afraid i have young readers who chanced upon my blog and see atrocious languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was good to know that the trip didn't turned out bad or worse after that incident. i only wished that these people just wont cheat passengers. i mean, what if there is a poor malaysian who needs to go back to his hometown urgently and found out that his bus left way to early or there wasn't any bus at all in the first place to go with. and he would have to fork out another amount of his hard earned cash just to get back. stop it sia this ticket sellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no problem when we returned home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYCQJ8BUxKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/iJ--8qBtSS8/s1600-h/DSCF3606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYCQJ8BUxKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/iJ--8qBtSS8/s400/DSCF3606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296391662192608418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a bit tired from the trip (-_-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-1509549418385138480?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/1509549418385138480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=1509549418385138480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/1509549418385138480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/1509549418385138480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-cny-to-all-chinese-people-out.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SYBvH30N5OI/AAAAAAAAArM/K8So4gm7e5w/s72-c/DSCF3520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-4264145685803303074</id><published>2009-01-19T14:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:27:42.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was reading nad's blog and she was talking about capturing the images of life and nature of another world. like a third world country like thailand or india. or a modern world country like maybe the western countries. whatever or wherever it is, the idea is to capture those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something which i have deeply believed in the art of photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have written an article about this before. but that was before ns, and ns definitely limits the time on my amateur hobby. yes i am an amateur. but i am also an explorer! yes i explore new things with my camera (hahah!) and i want to explore the world too. i know that many bloggers have said this many many many times before. they say they want to travel the world. they say they want to experience new cultures. they say want to see the other side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the poor people of africa? see the lives of the people living in one of the provinces of china? the red light districts of thailand? the beaches of australia? the mountains of japan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SXQpe1VKwoI/AAAAAAAAAqE/vn1vGgu0J_4/s1600-h/DSCF1004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SXQpe1VKwoI/AAAAAAAAAqE/vn1vGgu0J_4/s400/DSCF1004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292901071755854466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had the talent, i would definitely want to become a National Geographic photojournalist. i'll probably grow old and addicted to that kind of job. and i will bring my future wife along too. i think there is nothing better than enjoying that moment in a scenic place with your loved one. singapore is redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SXQpfHrjb3I/AAAAAAAAAqM/lhaOn1F9ceI/s1600-h/DSCF1478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SXQpfHrjb3I/AAAAAAAAAqM/lhaOn1F9ceI/s400/DSCF1478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292901076681584498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered i did a video on environmental conservation back when i was in secondary 2. it was about conserving water. when everyone else used powerpoints and vanguard sheets, my group and i used a video camera. VANGUARD SHEETS or what... old school sia that thing. hahahah! anyway, we created something like a program show going around conducting interviews and at the same time narrating the importance of conserving our precious resources. and during our project evaluation, my teacher pointed out that i speak very softly like a girl. i didnt get angry because i knew i speak very softly. even ppl complained that i kind of mumbled jumbled my words. i must have irritated them i guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point of this story is just to tell u that i might do anything to protect the environment. so don't go pee in the sea, vomit in the reservoir or shit in the lake. coz i regretted when i urinated in the sea during an Outward Bound course in Pulau Ubin, because i knew my body was contaminated with it. yech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SXSMxb1idiI/AAAAAAAAAqU/a0AZhta6oYE/s1600-h/DSCF1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SXSMxb1idiI/AAAAAAAAAqU/a0AZhta6oYE/s400/DSCF1493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293010242980967970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember! don't pee in the sea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-4264145685803303074?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/4264145685803303074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=4264145685803303074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/4264145685803303074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/4264145685803303074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-reading-nads-blog-and-she-was.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SXQpe1VKwoI/AAAAAAAAAqE/vn1vGgu0J_4/s72-c/DSCF1004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-5586432746630927520</id><published>2009-01-17T19:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:50:19.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SXL42tDIr3I/AAAAAAAAAp8/ramQgwNXypE/s1600-h/DSCF0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SXL42tDIr3I/AAAAAAAAAp8/ramQgwNXypE/s400/DSCF0951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292566130803126130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just went for surgery yesterday. and now i have a metal implant inside my collarbone.  it's not that bad.. the pain has definitely subsided after a day. i got to admit, right after the surgery, the feeling of my collarbone is definitely not good. i felt that my shoulder muscle was being stretched. but after yesterday night, the pain and the uncomfortable feeling went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during the night, i wanted to take a piss. since i already got a jab in the butt, the nurse told me that i shouldnt go to the toilet alone and i had to pee in a urinal. that was the first time i had to pee in a urinal! so the curtains were drawn surrounding my bed. anyway, while i was trying to pee,  i heard footsteps coming towards my bed. and a student nurse just opened the curtain and entered my area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew she saw it. because i saw her eyes looking at it. god.. the embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my most happiest moment was being able to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SXL35oEYCdI/AAAAAAAAAps/g8hqonRcqb8/s1600-h/DSCF3282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SXL35oEYCdI/AAAAAAAAAps/g8hqonRcqb8/s400/DSCF3282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292565081494129106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i feel so lonely in the ward. i mean, there were some patients around with broken legs, knees and arms. i didn't talk to them. only one old guy who was beside me talked to me once and i responded by saying yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends came later at night, and for an hour, i felt so happy. they cheered me up. made me laugh. and for that hour, i knew that i need to be around ppl. after they left, i forced myself to sleep because i wanted to look forward to the next morning where at least i can see many ppl walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't sleep, and at that moment, thank god cass called. and the feeling of loneliness went away for awhile until she put down the phone. and again i had to force myself to sleep even though i felt a little bit sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then another 2 visitors came and they were there for 5 minutes. i was actually asleep when they came. but i am already thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell myself that i do not want to stay in the hospital again. i could stay for a day but i won't want to stay more than that. no wonder patients looked depressed when i attended to them. the environment is so boring. but of course, we won't know when we fall sick or needed treatment in the hospital. so this time, i must really take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. i will take care of myself during my one month MC. yeas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-5586432746630927520?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/5586432746630927520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=5586432746630927520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/5586432746630927520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/5586432746630927520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-went-for-surgery-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SXL42tDIr3I/AAAAAAAAAp8/ramQgwNXypE/s72-c/DSCF0951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-7941885599657450543</id><published>2009-01-12T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:43:06.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SWyc-kTbsLI/AAAAAAAAApM/cQjsyxX-fAQ/s1600-h/DSCF3303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SWyc-kTbsLI/AAAAAAAAApM/cQjsyxX-fAQ/s400/DSCF3303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290776260964495538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 is over and it is time to embrace the new year with peace and happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i would prefer to have peace first then happiness because i am so saddened by the fact that so many people have died in the Israeli-Hamas conflicts. fathers losing their wives. mothers losing their children. children losing their mothers and so on and so forth. the worst part is most of the victims are children. it's crazy and i don't know how these Israeli soldiers can answer for their acts. same goes for the Hamas rocketeers who killed those innocent civilians in the southern part of Israel. can they really justify to God on why they have killed so many?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, i want to volunteer in a humanitarian aid relief group and go help those who suffer in whatever disaster or conflicts the victims face.  i am sure that even with help, it is not enough to ease the pain of losing someone u love. i cannot imagine a mother holding a child with the limbs all gone. or a child sitting next to her mother with half of her body gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy this world is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday, something terrible happened. as usual, i would play soccer every sunday. and at every game, i always get the worst tackles from the opponents. i get kicked and pushed. heck! i even remembered someone punched me at the back of my head during a a soccer match. that was the time when i was still in Millennia Institute playing for the school team. but every time i get tackled, pushed, kicked and punched, i will always stand up and walk away. i have never retaliated. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday, i got the worst tackle ever which has now stopped me from playing soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SWyc-yrFBNI/AAAAAAAAApU/vckpELIePRg/s1600-h/DSCF3373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SWyc-yrFBNI/AAAAAAAAApU/vckpELIePRg/s400/DSCF3373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290776264821769426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i broke my collarbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt believe that it was a freak accident. like i said earlier, i knew it was done out of malice. ppl may think i am exaggerating, but ask my mates who were there and they will tell u it's a case of bad intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SWyc-P4zlPI/AAAAAAAAAo8/jzrmHHVlGxc/s1600-h/DSCF3376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SWyc-P4zlPI/AAAAAAAAAo8/jzrmHHVlGxc/s400/DSCF3376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290776255484105970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can u see my right clavicle sticking out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used my shoulder to break my fall because i know that if i use my hands, i will surely break my wrist. i already fractured my left wrist once and i dont really want to break the right one. and when i fell on my shoulder, i heard a dull crack. i stood up, felt my bones and i knew instantly that it was broken. the funny thing was, i said this to myself after i felt my broken clavicle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT! TOMORROW NEED TO WORK! HOW??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SWyc-Dmns6I/AAAAAAAAApE/p4LzZPmTmYA/s1600-h/DSCF3381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SWyc-Dmns6I/AAAAAAAAApE/p4LzZPmTmYA/s400/DSCF3381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290776252186604450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at least i didnt break my legs right? that's why i am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fine really. it's normal to have ur bones broken in these kind of games. so i was brought to the hospital thinking that i would need to go for a surgery and put the broken bone into one. after a few xrays, the doctor told me to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said it's considered a mild injury and also because my bone did not pierce my skin. now at that time, i feel like giving him a broken collarbone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since it's his recommendation, i decided to follow it. he referred me to a specialist whom i will be seeing this thursday and he prescribed me some painkillers. the truth is, my pain score is only about 1. there wasnt any sharp pain but i heard cracking sounds when i moved abit of my arm. and it's been okay since. the weird thing was that i went home with still a broken clavicle. it's like as if i went to hospital for nothing. but at least i got a referral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum got pissed because the doctor didnt do anything about it. so everyday my mum gets worried. i'm not really worried coz i dont feel tremendous pain. it's just uncomfortable and i can only sleep in 2 positions which is lying on my back and lying on my left side of the body. luckily, i can still sleep soundly. so yeah, i'm okay. i can't play soccer for now but i hope i can still play after i recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm only waiting for surgery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-7941885599657450543?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/7941885599657450543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=7941885599657450543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/7941885599657450543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/7941885599657450543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-is-over-and-it-is-time-to-embrace.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SWyc-kTbsLI/AAAAAAAAApM/cQjsyxX-fAQ/s72-c/DSCF3303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-6331844817223941727</id><published>2008-12-27T22:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:03:49.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SVjie1R3BRI/AAAAAAAAAok/SQBSYTnqff4/s1600-h/DSCF0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SVjie1R3BRI/AAAAAAAAAok/SQBSYTnqff4/s400/DSCF0157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285223182045218066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our pre-ns days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u guys have not watch 'yes man', then go catch it at your nearest cinema. coz it's funny and very cute and romantic towards the end. im actually glad he still has not lost his funny ways. honestly, i grew up with him during his days playing as the Mask and Ace Ventura. and now i already saw his aged wrinkles. chey grew up or what.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SVhScCi3FFI/AAAAAAAAAns/bFYQexVqzFk/s1600-h/DSCF3258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SVhScCi3FFI/AAAAAAAAAns/bFYQexVqzFk/s400/DSCF3258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285064804392178770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watch it k. if u dont have the time or do not want to spend the money, wait 6 months later and visit www.ovguide.com. there's a list of movies that u can watch there. just so u all know that some of the websites have slow loading time and one particular website called megavideo is implementing a policy stating that after u watch a video for an hour, u'll be barred from watching videos again until 2 hours later. but this is only from megavideo. the others are quite alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure u always feel like going to the toilet after u finished the movie coz u have been holding it for the past 1 hour or less. and u didnt want to go to the toilet during the movie coz u dont want to miss the important scenes. and even if u want to go to the toilet, u need to stand up and squeeze through narrow seats. u pray that u wont be stepping on someone's feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i bet u do ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, after the movie, i was in need to take a piss so i moved fast. so when i saw the toilet, i started to jog. and when i entered, i saw a GIRL inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i heard my 2 friends at the back shouting at me - "AN-NUR, WHERE ARE U GOING?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing was when i saw the girl, my mind was thinking why was this girl in the male toilet. after i heard the shout, i realised i was the one being stupid. luckily for me, the girl was walking towards a cubicle so she didnt see me entered and my 'frozen moment for 5 seconds in the toilet'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even if she did see me, she would have probably be frozen too and wonder whether if she IS the one in the wrong toilet. now that would be funny. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SVjRW7tSG-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/9ofMQjP6w2s/s1600-h/DSCF3254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SVjRW7tSG-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/9ofMQjP6w2s/s400/DSCF3254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285204354634226658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to punggol beach last sat. i didnt know that the place is a world war 2 site. i bet that's the place where all the massive executions take place. but yea as u can see, there are some orbs in the pictures. but i didnt see anything scary or flying there. not that i want to see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SVjRXYDrG1I/AAAAAAAAAn8/3_Rj9bR8GDM/s1600-h/DSCF3261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SVjRXYDrG1I/AAAAAAAAAn8/3_Rj9bR8GDM/s400/DSCF3261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285204362244332370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i think that is malaysia on the other side. i really dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SVjj29nEdMI/AAAAAAAAAos/BYQfbguR2_Q/s1600-h/DSCF3214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SVjj29nEdMI/AAAAAAAAAos/BYQfbguR2_Q/s400/DSCF3214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285224696110150850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i walk with the orbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to get ready for the new year. enjoy the holiday ppl :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-6331844817223941727?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/6331844817223941727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=6331844817223941727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/6331844817223941727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/6331844817223941727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-pre-ns-days.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SVjie1R3BRI/AAAAAAAAAok/SQBSYTnqff4/s72-c/DSCF0157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-1494738997247823307</id><published>2008-12-15T12:39:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:30:13.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it seems, i've heard, that SSDC is moving to woodlands next year august. and since i already blew up my chance to take bike license at bbdc, it would be good to start anew at the new ssdc. so yes, i'm definitely looking forward to get my car license there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course this time i have to be disciplined coz the last time i tried to get my bike license, i wasnt serious and wasted alot of money. i will put this in my new year's resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be disciplined and get your license, an-nur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUXkCVx7LkI/AAAAAAAAAk8/uk1T2PTQRRI/s1600-h/DSCF3101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUXkCVx7LkI/AAAAAAAAAk8/uk1T2PTQRRI/s320/DSCF3101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279876867019189826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fadhil thinks my trousers  is very nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, last saturday, i followed a couple of my friends to the ssdc coz fadhil wanted to book his tp. i think he already failed twice so this would be his third time taking it. the thing is, he can book online what!! but he doesnt have a credit card so we had to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUXkCtjatDI/AAAAAAAAAlE/x-GyTm8yLHo/s1600-h/DSCF3111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUXkCtjatDI/AAAAAAAAAlE/x-GyTm8yLHo/s320/DSCF3111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279876873400792114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this door leads u to your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, it was time to go orchard road to accompany fadhil's sister to get her shoes and a nail buffer. actually, the nail buffer was unplanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUXhMd6ToaI/AAAAAAAAAks/NBHL-7deitU/s1600-h/DSCF3125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUXhMd6ToaI/AAAAAAAAAks/NBHL-7deitU/s320/DSCF3125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279873742465638818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;orchard road looks so bright and cheery with it's christmas lightings and decorations. even though the streets were choked with thousands of shoppers, my friends and i could still walk around with not much difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i was bedazzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUXhMytV3TI/AAAAAAAAAk0/CR7AU0b21hg/s1600-h/DSCF3128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUXhMytV3TI/AAAAAAAAAk0/CR7AU0b21hg/s320/DSCF3128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279873748048403762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i didn't take much pictures of the scenes during that night because i was too busy getting around to get myself a gift. and i had to walk back and forth from OG centrepoint to heeren and to ck tangs just to get it. but when i got it, it was all worth the time and sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUX0kZXlU1I/AAAAAAAAAlc/sPR5o_EfC6U/s1600-h/DSCF3139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUX0kZXlU1I/AAAAAAAAAlc/sPR5o_EfC6U/s320/DSCF3139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279895044284044114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i should get a pair of shades too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUX0lPXUT-I/AAAAAAAAAlk/7LsfzJ03Kr8/s1600-h/DSCF3140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUX0lPXUT-I/AAAAAAAAAlk/7LsfzJ03Kr8/s320/DSCF3140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279895058778443746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that looks like the Predator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUX5XRuW2mI/AAAAAAAAAl0/rT8TSmWbbN4/s1600-h/DSCF3126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUX5XRuW2mI/AAAAAAAAAl0/rT8TSmWbbN4/s320/DSCF3126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279900316451920482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was how my vision was when i saw the overwhelming waves of crowd walked past us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUX0kC8xErI/AAAAAAAAAlU/RJsbBB1NIC8/s1600-h/DSCF3117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUX0kC8xErI/AAAAAAAAAlU/RJsbBB1NIC8/s320/DSCF3117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279895038265987762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;actually, we saw some young punkers during the day. i wanted to take a picture with them but i didnt have the courage to do so. but to see them wearing like this, it just feels like that they have something to fight for even though their trend is slowly dying in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some wanted to leave coz it was nearing to midnight. but the others wanted to chill out somewhere so i suggested mount faber. hahah! sometimes, i think my suggestions to go places are lame. but it turned out okay afterall coz it was all cozy and windy up there. and u get to see the keppel harbour from there too. i remember going to mount faber once with cass but we never saw the harbour so it depends where u are located at coz different areas means different views. but i tell u, if u go in the day, u'll get some mosquito bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUX0lddBgGI/AAAAAAAAAls/bsQdUICVCH0/s1600-h/DSCF3157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUX0lddBgGI/AAAAAAAAAls/bsQdUICVCH0/s320/DSCF3157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279895062560473186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that means if u go during night time, u wont be getting any bites from the bloodsuckers. which reminds of the movie twilight! have u guys watched it yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUX0jgaJwwI/AAAAAAAAAlM/JKil5R9Y64U/s1600-h/DSCF3188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUX0jgaJwwI/AAAAAAAAAlM/JKil5R9Y64U/s320/DSCF3188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279895028993999618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can u walk on air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYGaVQl-HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/BuhEbEYoleY/s1600-h/DSCF3187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYGaVQl-HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/BuhEbEYoleY/s320/DSCF3187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279914662591592562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no u can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, i had to attend my cousin's wedding in kota tinggi, jb. i have not seen her for many years and i've always remember her as a skinny girl who i always play with during my younger years. and now she is getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYLaFift0I/AAAAAAAAAmE/yQ_4-UTnx6o/s1600-h/SNC00133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYLaFift0I/AAAAAAAAAmE/yQ_4-UTnx6o/s320/SNC00133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279920155929851714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;green is my favourite colour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYLaqh7BVI/AAAAAAAAAmM/aEW394l-8Aw/s1600-h/SNC00134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYLaqh7BVI/AAAAAAAAAmM/aEW394l-8Aw/s320/SNC00134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279920165859558738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the function was held in a town hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i finished eating, i suddenly realised that other tables were fitted with a steamboat bowl and trays of dishes were surrounding it. u see, i had to get my food from the buffet trays but these other guests had their food straight from the table that they are sitting at. so i asked my mum why they have these special settings. n she said these ppl could be from the 'atas' society or from the the higher class society. and malaysian weddings still practice this kind of conformity. so if u're a commoner, u eat from the trays. if u're atas, your food is already served at ur allocated table. i dont really care less but u dont see this kind of things happening in singapore. maybe they do, but i've never experienced it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the wedding procession, my dad decided to visit this old lady who used to be his neighbour. actually, my dad thought this person had already passed away coz my uncle relayed the message from my grandma who told him that she has passed away. but when she showed up at the wedding, my uncle and dad obviously was shocked. so my grandma was wrong and all my uncles and aunties was trying to figure out who told my grandma the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYOaSnrZcI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Fv-3LRYM1so/s1600-h/SNC00136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYOaSnrZcI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Fv-3LRYM1so/s320/SNC00136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279923457976133058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when i was in k1 and k2, i loved going here. back then, it wasnt really rundown like now. but my childhood time there was very memorable. but im actually baffled with myself coz everytime i reached this house, i will cry wanting to go home. but the next day, i will be happily playing, dugging out some earth and covered myself with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYOawY7TgI/AAAAAAAAAmk/_gffE_sHWGk/s1600-h/SNC00147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYOawY7TgI/AAAAAAAAAmk/_gffE_sHWGk/s320/SNC00147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279923465967324674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i dont know why my face is like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYObTNNXBI/AAAAAAAAAms/aiPBjlLXdIY/s1600-h/SNC00149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYObTNNXBI/AAAAAAAAAms/aiPBjlLXdIY/s320/SNC00149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279923475313417234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my chinese-looking cousin, anis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYRT3yAh8I/AAAAAAAAAm8/xQ3zS82AH5A/s1600-h/SNC00150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYRT3yAh8I/AAAAAAAAAm8/xQ3zS82AH5A/s320/SNC00150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279926646227371970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;grew up to be more chinese looking than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found some really vintage photos. and i would really love to get myself the camera that they used to capture this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYRUSaL7BI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Ddv6LCHFrok/s1600-h/SNC00145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYRUSaL7BI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Ddv6LCHFrok/s320/SNC00145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279926653375212562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i would prefer to wear the white one. my grandad is 2nd from the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYURYgazmI/AAAAAAAAAnc/0fc1QdG7inY/s1600-h/SNC00144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYURYgazmI/AAAAAAAAAnc/0fc1QdG7inY/s320/SNC00144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279929902007242338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my uncle at the most right in the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYRUHJ5GaI/AAAAAAAAAnE/8Gye-Fs-YsU/s1600-h/SNC00146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYRUHJ5GaI/AAAAAAAAAnE/8Gye-Fs-YsU/s320/SNC00146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279926650354080162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and u think it was only our generation that takes jumping shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYS2LvQRjI/AAAAAAAAAnU/qhqTgzVOQ_k/s1600-h/DSCF1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYS2LvQRjI/AAAAAAAAAnU/qhqTgzVOQ_k/s320/DSCF1432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279928335211710002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;remember this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYObhELpXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/o47AcJCksQc/s1600-h/SNC00151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYObhELpXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/o47AcJCksQc/s320/SNC00151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279923479033652594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see! i told u i am a shy boy. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back to the nostalgic days was good. but im looking forward to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYVIOYoY0I/AAAAAAAAAnk/aPsDkJILatE/s1600-h/DSCF3050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUYVIOYoY0I/AAAAAAAAAnk/aPsDkJILatE/s320/DSCF3050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279930844183028546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and climb myself up to the height of success :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-1494738997247823307?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/1494738997247823307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=1494738997247823307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/1494738997247823307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/1494738997247823307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-seems-ive-heard-that-ssdc-is-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SUXkCVx7LkI/AAAAAAAAAk8/uk1T2PTQRRI/s72-c/DSCF3101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-1520762946234256101</id><published>2008-12-09T11:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:09:08.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/ST4WbKoS3TI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ZM6L6G36O5A/s1600-h/DSCF1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/ST4WbKoS3TI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ZM6L6G36O5A/s320/DSCF1229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277680469290442034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as u all might have guessed, it wasn't me who put up the sales advertisement on my last post. the bad news is, all the SVH books are all sold out. so to all u female (or male) teenagers out there, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, i have been running out of ideas on what to write for my blog. i wish there wasn't any national service so i can go traveling and blog all about all the trips that i would visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should change into a girl and the national service problem would be gone instantly! of course, im not complaining about ns. all able-bodied men have to go through it right so yah i am fortunate to be an able-bodied man. at least that is how i see it. oh yah.. i gained 5 kg so now i am 54 kg. see! ns makes me fatter! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/ST4N6kJGAKI/AAAAAAAAAkE/oSid1gAdRI8/s1600-h/DSCF1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/ST4N6kJGAKI/AAAAAAAAAkE/oSid1gAdRI8/s320/DSCF1851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277671113110192290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i feel different when i got bald. feel like a new man. chey. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/muhdan-nur/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/ST4O52TY0II/AAAAAAAAAkU/p4unq7zMesc/s1600-h/fat_boy_REUTERS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/ST4O52TY0II/AAAAAAAAAkU/p4unq7zMesc/s320/fat_boy_REUTERS2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277672200316964994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is me now. (picture from reuters) ( so that i won't get sued by them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/ST4N6-MFFUI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Xs1_h_996j0/s1600-h/DSCF2767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/ST4N6-MFFUI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Xs1_h_996j0/s320/DSCF2767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277671120102036802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahaha! so do i look meatier abit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've seen many of my bigger friends who became fit during the BMT period and even lost great weight. but after that, they became what they used to be before they got enlisted. some did maintained their weight. some looked like as if they went for an extreme makeover. but im sure ppl know this already. im like all nsmen. they talked about NS all the time and make their girlfriends bored. hahahaha! long time ago, i didnt imagine talking about it will make the female species bored. i thought it would fascinate them like how sex fascinate the minds of teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowatimes, i spend a lot of my free time watching anime and playing games. someone asked me 'you how old already??'. 22 is still young right?? at least im not addicted to gaming and play 38 hours of continuous gaming like that guy in china or hongkong who died after playing online gaming for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u wonder: was he playing an online sex game? and got his adrenaline levels too sky high till his heart could not take it? maybe. still, playing game with my little brother izzan does kill the boredom. i get to beat him in soccer games. he used to cry whenever i beat him. but now, he just takes it coolly. like me. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/ST4TPw9j_YI/AAAAAAAAAkc/WKgCTfWFgPU/s1600-h/DSCF2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/ST4TPw9j_YI/AAAAAAAAAkc/WKgCTfWFgPU/s320/DSCF2909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277676974886878594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when u visit marina barrage, try get this kind of picture at night. u'll feel like u're on top of the world. well, u won't be on top of the world but u'll be on top of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-1520762946234256101?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/1520762946234256101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=1520762946234256101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/1520762946234256101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/1520762946234256101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-u-all-might-have-guessed-it-wasnt-me.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/ST4WbKoS3TI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ZM6L6G36O5A/s72-c/DSCF1229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-4957095688595590079</id><published>2008-11-28T15:10:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:06:54.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet valley'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR SALE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SS-Zyb-2kTI/AAAAAAAAAjM/cdXpioQW7co/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273602780458029362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 294px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SS-Zyb-2kTI/AAAAAAAAAjM/cdXpioQW7co/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We, guys, may have never been interested in such girly books but we know how obsessed our sisters and girlfriends today are hooked on teen drama like Gossip Girl, 90210 and One Tree Hill like how we are OBSESSED about our soccer. Well, if you (calling all chromosome XX out there!) like these type of shows, I don't see why you wont like reading Sweet Valley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273604830316724002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SS-bpwTP_yI/AAAAAAAAAjU/OzT3p9DCjRE/s320/Image006q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273605148817878946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SS-b8Sz176I/AAAAAAAAAjc/yYV-wPxMGdM/s320/Image007+z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Only $3, its already so cheap compared to the original cost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has from series 7-27 (its that GOOD thats why there is SO many!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the synopsis of the books &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/sweetvalley/jrhigh.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if the pages are slightly yellowish (don't tell me your books dont turn yellow over time?!) the pages are still not torn or dogged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273606092865063234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SS-czPqOyUI/AAAAAAAAAjk/U3TSreq_zXc/s320/Image009z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273606295173487330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SS-c_BUUWuI/AAAAAAAAAjs/vZtsKwM12-A/s320/Image011z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*Terms and conditions apply to the no of books. but obviously, it be for a lower price per book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brown bag (left) black bag (right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN VERY GOOD CONDITION. NEVER BEEN USED BEFORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273606871084150066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SS-dgiwHrTI/AAAAAAAAAj0/3v7LHoVOYg8/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Third item: AUTHENTIC Bonia bag.&lt;br /&gt;It does not come free with the books (unless you buy all books LOL).&lt;br /&gt;Quote your price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email or add on MSN &lt;a href="mailto:bellezza-viola@hotmail.com"&gt;bellezza-viola@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; if you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;Item costs are negotiable and may be exchanged if you got items you like to get rid off too (but it depends if interested).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: if you got some got unnecessary bad comments bout the items here or if it is not your taste whatsoever, NO ONE ASKED YOU FOR YOUR OPINION. thanks. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-4957095688595590079?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/4957095688595590079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=4957095688595590079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/4957095688595590079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/4957095688595590079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-sale-we-guys-may-have-never-been.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SS-Zyb-2kTI/AAAAAAAAAjM/cdXpioQW7co/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-80437434397182046</id><published>2008-11-13T21:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:43:09.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SSAT7C2yLYI/AAAAAAAAAhE/BGcAZ1oAShE/s1600-h/DSCF2682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SSAT7C2yLYI/AAAAAAAAAhE/BGcAZ1oAShE/s320/DSCF2682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269233469123341698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have made it a point that i should update my blog at least once a month. and other bloggers should do that too. unless of course they are very very very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've not been in good health for the past few weeks. in fact, i have been coughing for 3 weeks already and i am still coughing. luckily (or unluckily) for me, my coughs produced yellowish sputum so i tell myself everyday that surely i did not catch the horrible tuberculosis. i tried the cough syrup that i bought at the pharmacy but it didnt work. so if u guys have cough, don't depend on them. u'll probably just waste ur 5 dollars which u can use to buy McDonald's extra value meal. okay may it wont be enough with just 5 dollars, but add another 2 dollars and u'll get ur money's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the story, i went to see the doctor yesterday coz my cough got worse and i develop flu. I had to wait so longggggggg to see the doctor. polyclinic. so it's no surprise. on top of that, when i asked for 2 days mc, the doc said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason: "u do not have fever so i can't justify the reasons for giving u 2 days mc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am like "what the hell are u talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am genuinely sick (and still sick while writing this blog) and he told me that i must have fever to get 2 days mc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to repeat this point again: i must have fever to get 2 days mc. what crap. what if i have fever and i die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.. maybe it's the practice or protocol there. but can anyone tell me why he said that? coz i do not see the reason behind it. and next time i will go see private doctor. do u think can ask for 3 days mc?? how? can or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i came to work feeling groggy and coughy. wasn't really in the mood to work coz i kept coughing while working. and i kept sniffling. i bet i irritated some ppl there with my constant snifflings. in the end, i took half day coz my senior told me to go home and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SSAT7Sga8uI/AAAAAAAAAhM/WHoC3wpYp9s/s1600-h/DSCF2696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SSAT7Sga8uI/AAAAAAAAAhM/WHoC3wpYp9s/s320/DSCF2696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269233473324511970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this pic was taken during the 2nd weekend of my sick period. but i looked healthy right? hehhe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! until next time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-80437434397182046?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/80437434397182046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=80437434397182046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/80437434397182046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/80437434397182046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-made-it-point-that-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SSAT7C2yLYI/AAAAAAAAAhE/BGcAZ1oAShE/s72-c/DSCF2682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-7367477128321773404</id><published>2008-10-12T14:07:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:48:08.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;the fasting days are finally over and it's time to indulge in good food once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i did have some good food even though i didn't go to a lot of houses. i think i only went to only 3-4 houses and only one of them functions like an open house. for the rest, i just had kuihs and pastries. still, it's really good to celebrate the Raya during my NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have just completed my medic course! remember when i said that i could become a station medic working 12 hours shift starting from 2 days work, 2 days off and followed by 2 nights work. i didnt become one! i became instructor instead!&lt;br /&gt;a medical instructor :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind becoming one.. in fact, i believe it's going to be a challenge to teach future fire fighters, officers and medics. and i shall relish that challenge! and being an instructor also means i will stay at the civil defence academy for the rest of my remaining ns life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256152125596976818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SPGagoufRrI/AAAAAAAAAYc/6KxXPKJjsBA/s320/SNC00044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;so how do i look? and that is not my tummy bulging ahh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256152763602057010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SPGbFxewNzI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Mcl5820fPDA/s320/SNC00034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;my ns buddy Afham who stayed with me thru thick and thin for 14 weeks. he's going paya lebar firestation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256152763251830002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SPGbFwLQLPI/AAAAAAAAAY8/mz80wyyhL-g/s320/SNC00036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;another buddy of mine, Azhar, who will also be an instructor too. out of 47 trainees, only 4 of us became instructors namely me, this guy, and 2 other chinese fellows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;to mark the end of the 7 weeks training, we had to present with some performance. i dont know whether i can post it in the but i know this video is not something that will mar the good name of scdf. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-15ebd4530696adb3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15ebd4530696adb3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331233290%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D348C7CE7949B131146D4028E87E4FC97C230C4D9.6B22A88BCEB5F7F4C6C5A14C2BFB67C886AC1EBD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15ebd4530696adb3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-w4OrJ6ZGySWB9EBT23JXtehklQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15ebd4530696adb3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331233290%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D348C7CE7949B131146D4028E87E4FC97C230C4D9.6B22A88BCEB5F7F4C6C5A14C2BFB67C886AC1EBD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15ebd4530696adb3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-w4OrJ6ZGySWB9EBT23JXtehklQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the event that i remember most is the passing out ceremony. it is the day where i got my medic badge, my course cert and my bcls cert! i didnt cry but i do feel sad knowing that perhaps i wont be able to see most of my mates again. but that's normal right? u see or dont see some ppl at all in ur life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the ceremony, there were 4 awards that were given out to 4 trainees. they were The most Improved Trainee, Best in Theory, Best in Practical and Best Overall Trainee.  my 2 mates got the first 2 awards and when my name is called out for the 3rd award, i was elated. and when my name is called out again to receive the 4th award, i was OVERJOYED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i practically ran up and was smiling with glee to the officer who is giving out the award. and when i reached there with open hands, the officer was shocked and asked " didnt i already gave u ur award?" obviously i was dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he said " SORRY! wrong person!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel extremely embarassed and all my friends were saying "eh an-nur! u already won best in practical and u want best trainee some more! dont be kiasu lah!" LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next time i blog will be about my instructor's life. and the next time u see me, u can also call me Instructor An-Nur :))) hahahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-7367477128321773404?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=15ebd4530696adb3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4e21b1b69f1a5ca4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/7367477128321773404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=7367477128321773404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/7367477128321773404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/7367477128321773404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/10/fasting-days-are-finally-over-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SPGagoufRrI/AAAAAAAAAYc/6KxXPKJjsBA/s72-c/SNC00044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-1327088061704927178</id><published>2008-09-07T17:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:38:06.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my hair has definitely grow abit longer than before. and it has already been 2 weeks since the day i got into the Medical Orderly Course which will train me to become a medic. being a nurse myself, things i learned there are the usual stuffs and i am surprised that i can still remember most of the medical terminologies i saw in my lecture notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the instructors and the lecturer (who is a warrant officer) didnt really call me by my name during lesson. they will just shout out 'NURSE, what is the answer for this question?' or 'Staff Nurse, can u explain to the class what does this mean?'. recently, one of the instructors called me Missy already. hahaha! still i have to be humble even though i know more than the other students. sometimes, i just help them understand better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope they wont call me missy when they see me at orchard road or bugis street! i wont be paiseh lah but i got a name mah! my name is very nice one! hahaha! so anw medic training is fun plus tiring. i can't really say bad things abt it coz nowadays they will charge those CD personnel who disgrace the Force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SMe-jZ9SSLI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1tDEKMi7dc0/s1600-h/DSCF2101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SMe-jZ9SSLI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1tDEKMi7dc0/s320/DSCF2101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244369806568868018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; amidst of my busy schedule, i still got time to spend a bday bbq with my friends last last sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SMfK-nkIqqI/AAAAAAAAAYE/1yQFijUqNSA/s1600-h/DSCF2151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SMfK-nkIqqI/AAAAAAAAAYE/1yQFijUqNSA/s320/DSCF2151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244383468217477794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a break fast dinner at Popeye's Terminal 1 last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SMfL1cI7sJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/FH9JRl9NV00/s1600-h/DSCF2247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SMfL1cI7sJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/FH9JRl9NV00/s320/DSCF2247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244384410043396242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at least must pose abit la.. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hopefully i will get to go to a firestation.. who knows, some of u will see me at any hospitals carrying a patient there. 2 days work, 2 days OFF, 2 nights work doesn't sound so bad. now i got 1 more month to go till i pass out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later, i will post a picture of myself in uniform. then u all can call me mat rip! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SMfNLFJca0I/AAAAAAAAAYU/DokTcr_F2ok/s1600-h/PICT0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SMfNLFJca0I/AAAAAAAAAYU/DokTcr_F2ok/s320/PICT0220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244385881340275522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then! rock on!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-1327088061704927178?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/1327088061704927178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=1327088061704927178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/1327088061704927178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/1327088061704927178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-hair-has-definitely-grow-abit-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SMe-jZ9SSLI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1tDEKMi7dc0/s72-c/DSCF2101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-3890238302064183008</id><published>2008-08-09T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T14:25:06.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was supposed to blog after the first week of my ns life. but i was lazy and tired. now, im much more fitter and energetic after 5 weeks.. chey! hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it wasn't difficult to adapt to regimental life.. now that i am heading into the 6th week, i can't help but feeling that i will miss my recruit life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food is great! the beds are comfortable. the view from my window is nice. actually, u can only see the thick forest when u look out  from the window and choa chu kang cemetery is only just beside the camp compound. creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my guard duty done on friday on the 2nd week. and some of the checkpoints are situated at points where u could see the cemetery. fortunately for me, i did not see anything scary or funny. but after 3 weeks, many of my friends have seen the famous 'kakak' or pontianak at the huge forest. and one of them is actually my bunkmate who slept next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, while i was making my bed one morning, i spotted a very long hair under my pillow. as all of you know, every recruits are almost bald. so who's hair was it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SILYNr1NsQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Iok7goUw4EU/s1600-h/DSCF1796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SILYNr1NsQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Iok7goUw4EU/s320/DSCF1796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224976247319015682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how do i look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 2 more weeks to go till i pass out which will be on the 22nd august. after that, i will be doing my medic training for 5 or 6 weeks. the best part is that i can go home everyday! and grow longer hair too. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for me to iron my uniform and polish my boots :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and happy national day to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-3890238302064183008?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/3890238302064183008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=3890238302064183008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/3890238302064183008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/3890238302064183008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-supposed-to-blog-after-first-week.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SILYNr1NsQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Iok7goUw4EU/s72-c/DSCF1796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-8043559924628944389</id><published>2008-07-07T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:05:10.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is the 93rd entry and definitely not my last entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally, it is time to enter a new phase of my life. make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i change, hopefully it is for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i offend anyone in my blog, i sincerely apologised. tell me if u want me to make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those imagining me being botak, i know it's a funny new look. but im sure u guys will see it soon. im not that shy abt being bald. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SHIhvUnPSrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/sjfQre7VTv8/s1600-h/DSCF1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SHIhvUnPSrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/sjfQre7VTv8/s320/DSCF1649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220272014946683570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i will update again this coming friday when i get back. take care :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-8043559924628944389?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/8043559924628944389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=8043559924628944389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/8043559924628944389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/8043559924628944389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-93rd-entry-and-definitely-not.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SHIhvUnPSrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/sjfQre7VTv8/s72-c/DSCF1649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-4565742593083548211</id><published>2008-07-01T21:32:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:37:18.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGozLe4BGCI/AAAAAAAAASA/eB0hjMoj7m4/s1600-h/DSCF1478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218039390621734946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGozLe4BGCI/AAAAAAAAASA/eB0hjMoj7m4/s320/DSCF1478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i went for a getaway last weekend. went to kota tinggi at johor to swim in the cool waters of the waterfall. the idea was to relax, have fun and indulge in good foods before i get enlisted. thank god i was able to do that during that weekend getaway :) &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGudwQ0pl5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/rzxGUrqxI7g/s1600-h/DSCF1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGudwQ0pl5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/rzxGUrqxI7g/s320/DSCF1317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218438045713930130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218040089923136210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGoz0L-dqtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/WWV_uafATSI/s320/DSCF1319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6 guys and 3 girls went for this trip. i wish it could have been more. nonetheless, the group is still colourful and havoc as i have expected. hahah! anyway, we stayed at my grandparents' house. granpa and granma lives in another state of malaysia so we decided to crash in their place to save on accomodation costs. we wanted to stay in a resort but unforeseen circumstances changed our minds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218047707515804866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGo6vluFXMI/AAAAAAAAASo/ay-VK3_VgY8/s320/DSCF1382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;where the guys slept. the girls slept in one room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218047698558174610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGo6vEWaxZI/AAAAAAAAASg/kb_4Dr6ruA8/s320/DSCF1329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the kitchen is where we cooked our dinner and breakfast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we celebrated my friend's birthday too. got him a grand chocolate cake which is so chocolatey. and i think he cried! hahaha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218047711834934514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGo6v1z2DPI/AAAAAAAAASw/HStz_vFvxUY/s320/DSCF1363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;see! his eyes like reddish. must be from the crying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218047717716671490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGo6wLuKPAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/SrrhNFP5zYM/s320/DSCF1396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a pose before we went to kota tinggi waterfalls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218050666827421058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGo9b2A9FYI/AAAAAAAAATI/EmW9u25X3Pg/s320/DSCF1416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;another pose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218050658917877538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGo9bYjLByI/AAAAAAAAATA/IhbQyoNQ1ps/s320/DSCF1425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;finally we arrived to the destination.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;actually, i thought this place was cool. i thought it was romantic, charming and has beautiful spots. little did we know that is is so remote. they weren't any towns nearby. the only shops they had was the resort's shop. it's surrounded by a huge forest. and the only road has only cars, taxies, bikes, vans and lorries passing. no bus! no public bus at all! and that's why we didn't stay in the resort coz the location was not worth the money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218050679865753378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGo9cmliPyI/AAAAAAAAATg/7ZqZOYldmiE/s320/DSCF1441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but we still have to take pictures though! hehe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218050676785545570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGo9cbHKAWI/AAAAAAAAATY/PKiEJG4wV-s/s320/DSCF1432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am a very shy boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218050670453740658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGo9cDhiVHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/k66ELuG9wAQ/s320/DSCF1426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after the photo-taking session, we decided to go for the 3km walk to the waterfall. for the boys, it was no problem. but for the girls, it was something new to them. hahah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218052495155838258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGo_GREavTI/AAAAAAAAATo/x3RtOT76zlQ/s320/DSCF1443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218052509663932018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGo_HHHarnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/kDaLp7NE2pI/s320/DSCF1450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the lonely road.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218052516338448322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGo_Hf-vt8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/I9FYaTRCJsU/s320/DSCF1452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hafiz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218052503392438898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGo_GvwLSnI/AAAAAAAAATw/_bX1h2xdat0/s320/DSCF1449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we made up this video on our way there so as to pass the time fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-29d12b39d45ed26b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29d12b39d45ed26b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331233290%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D86C6CCE9BCD2AE72DBB7430B3A18D34477FD1D4.5D7F5AF622C7155B30C47780A67CACE41D847D12%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29d12b39d45ed26b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyN6ZOZgBo9HiazboB5OUDIuB5gc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29d12b39d45ed26b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331233290%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D86C6CCE9BCD2AE72DBB7430B3A18D34477FD1D4.5D7F5AF622C7155B30C47780A67CACE41D847D12%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29d12b39d45ed26b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyN6ZOZgBo9HiazboB5OUDIuB5gc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the best thing abt the hike is that u can see small mountains. it's not hills. it's SMALL mountains. and all i can tell u is that after the adventurous hike, the cool waters was worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218052528352916738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGo_IMvN9QI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ZC-fMA4lshg/s320/DSCF1471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so cooling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218056293538995234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGpCjXJiHCI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7ZdDctAVP8c/s320/DSCF1505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was posing and slipped down the rocks. and my brother saved me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218056284653048178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGpCi2C9UXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/kMpzpOZxF1A/s320/DSCF1491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218056275962910450" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGpCiVrEVvI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/AIRAng-92nQ/s320/DSCF1488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so yeah. it was a great experience to swim in very cold waters. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218056304482437586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGpCj_6pydI/AAAAAAAAAUo/4VkbSHYM40I/s320/DSCF1514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218056312858758482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGpCkfHuTVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/miUGIrTmiSg/s320/DSCF1538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;we didn't forget to make friends with the locals too :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after the whole thing, we went back straight to my gran's place. and the next day, everyone couldn't wait to do some shopping at the JUSCO Mall. the place is huge like Vivo City!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218057272861324338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGpDcXaK9DI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9a3O9MZhJ2Y/s320/DSCF1554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but it was lunch first at Kenny Roger's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218057263831096146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGpDb1xMm1I/AAAAAAAAAVA/fgW8NzUctOQ/s320/DSCF1546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;now i am not so shy.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218057250367466626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGpDbDnN7II/AAAAAAAAAU4/Ju6Wr0z6x6M/s320/DSCF1544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;everyone likes to take pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218057293461666210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGpDdkJrOaI/AAAAAAAAAVY/BbMwWgStufU/s320/DSCF1559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;having a break after shopping.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218057287597569650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGpDdOTkNnI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VKS8wehNC9o/s320/DSCF1556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuX_bSAasI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KfvMbX2FdTA/s1600-h/DSCF1576.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;while i am having my pictures taken after shopping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuRG05_FCI/AAAAAAAAAV8/J2iSAlaHOs4/s1600-h/DSCF1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuRG05_FCI/AAAAAAAAAV8/J2iSAlaHOs4/s320/DSCF1564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218424139705947170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pandan girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we took the train back to singapore coz it was obviously choked at the vehicle immigration sector. and it only cost u 3RM to get back to woodlands checkpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuX_bSAasI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KfvMbX2FdTA/s1600-h/DSCF1576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuX_bSAasI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KfvMbX2FdTA/s320/DSCF1576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218431709149686466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;acting monkey?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuX9uVV8qI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MIqgqoCPcX8/s1600-h/DSCF1572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuX9uVV8qI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MIqgqoCPcX8/s320/DSCF1572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218431679904215714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the back  (bag) view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuX9G5D1EI/AAAAAAAAAWc/9IWe1jMrllw/s1600-h/DSCF1573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuX9G5D1EI/AAAAAAAAAWc/9IWe1jMrllw/s320/DSCF1573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218431669316604994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuX_xrN_hI/AAAAAAAAAW0/g0v4TXOjxMs/s1600-h/DSCF1574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuX_xrN_hI/AAAAAAAAAW0/g0v4TXOjxMs/s320/DSCF1574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218431715161013778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuRGdrdHLI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Bs0OVY35kjg/s1600-h/DSCF1577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuRGdrdHLI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Bs0OVY35kjg/s320/DSCF1577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218424133470985394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love trains!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuYARgXZHI/AAAAAAAAAW8/p2LAIwVGP98/s1600-h/DSCF1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuYARgXZHI/AAAAAAAAAW8/p2LAIwVGP98/s320/DSCF1582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218431723705427058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuRHe2CzkI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PbT9QoQBgcE/s1600-h/DSCF1588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuRHe2CzkI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PbT9QoQBgcE/s320/DSCF1588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218424150963703362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGudwN0jnSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/EZ339L7CN8c/s1600-h/DSCF1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGudwN0jnSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/EZ339L7CN8c/s320/DSCF1586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218438044908231970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some like it classic :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuRIIhlqrI/AAAAAAAAAWU/yc-aNIjMS-0/s1600-h/DSCF1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuRIIhlqrI/AAAAAAAAAWU/yc-aNIjMS-0/s320/DSCF1592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218424162152196786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this was the last pic and after that i had no more memory in my sd card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;as of right now, i have abt 6 more days till i get enlisted. even though i will be training hard to save lives and put out burning homes, i will still.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuf6DU9SGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/OLXk_aZLes8/s1600-h/DSCF1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGuf6DU9SGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/OLXk_aZLes8/s320/DSCF1321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218440412913289314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... be watching YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-4565742593083548211?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=29d12b39d45ed26b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/4565742593083548211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=4565742593083548211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/4565742593083548211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/4565742593083548211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-went-for-getaway-last-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SGozLe4BGCI/AAAAAAAAASA/eB0hjMoj7m4/s72-c/DSCF1478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-3102680812347723961</id><published>2008-06-22T03:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:31:44.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing much happened lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, as i am currently waiting for enlistment, i have been hanging out until late. not that i am proud of it. but sometimes it's good to relax and indulge urself in late talking and laughing sessions and just forget abt work or stress or chores or whatever negative things that u can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, laughter is the best medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday night was just abt celebrating a friend's bday. so after the mini celebration, another friend of mine decides to join us. he came and talked to us and told us stories. and after that, he slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214419255315784546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SF1Wr38N42I/AAAAAAAAARY/aoMBH0tT3xs/s320/DSCF1310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;so spacious to sleep eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214419258664348226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SF1WsEak6kI/AAAAAAAAARg/KJXQ9u3HGt4/s320/DSCF1312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is nice. i've always like yellow lights when it comes to photography. it has that ambience! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214419261939090322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SF1WsQnVg5I/AAAAAAAAARo/VIYWtzO_rPk/s320/DSCF1314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;a close-up. maybe he wouldn't realise if we take off his bermudas and take a pic of his expose bottom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this was an unexpected prank to play :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c38f181e905271b3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc38f181e905271b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331233290%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25B0DCFC034B3299CA7D39258A84E97D8AB43C3A.35F4A19F873989F7B1AD9DEC5479EBCD0EBFFEAE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc38f181e905271b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxDk09VTkvSzM1qnkgCNQHOIfRdE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc38f181e905271b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331233290%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25B0DCFC034B3299CA7D39258A84E97D8AB43C3A.35F4A19F873989F7B1AD9DEC5479EBCD0EBFFEAE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc38f181e905271b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxDk09VTkvSzM1qnkgCNQHOIfRdE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214422066376769202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SF1ZPf9YfrI/AAAAAAAAAR4/hVpPZM7W8u0/s400/DSCF1285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;happy birthday Amin!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-3102680812347723961?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=53e01b7dafcd846&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c38f181e905271b3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/3102680812347723961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=3102680812347723961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/3102680812347723961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/3102680812347723961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothing-much-happened-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SF1Wr38N42I/AAAAAAAAARY/aoMBH0tT3xs/s72-c/DSCF1310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-5122093459871550087</id><published>2008-06-03T01:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:21:11.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mum went to malaysia for a week and the stuffs she brought back are some ready-to-be-cook keropoks and a carpet. i thought she would bought me baju or something like that. anyway, it's those kind of carpet which is made of bamboo or something woody. i dont really know what material it is. but it's a carpet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so as usual, i tried to be useful in the house. i did the dishes. i did the laundry. i did some vacuuming around the house. i folded the clothes and put it where it is supposed to be. i make sure my small brother, izzan, eats when it comes to breakfast, lunch and dinner. gave him pocket money for school. made coffee for my dad when he comes home. but most importantly, i have to keep the house clean and orderly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because if i dont keep it that way, my mother will chop off my head. as a matter of fact, when she came back today, she said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"u never vacuum the house ah??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;alamak.. i did okay! ( i said that in my heart )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207340847335878386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SEQw6TXWLvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vamYllGguDY/s400/DSCF1075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have come to love photography. and i love the idea of capturing those beautiful moments. the aura. and also the emotions that is portrayed by the subject of a picture. i am still an amateur. i dont know whether i am close to being an amateur but i feel like showcasing some pictures which i think it's good or okay. or okay-okay as some will say. hehe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207343711477542946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SEQzhBH7sCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1IC4zC2HTOY/s400/DSCF0909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;nik and his nephew. it's their birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207343723464057650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SEQzhtxvYzI/AAAAAAAAAPk/oZjfUKlTjX4/s400/DSCF1153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i showed this before. i like her hair flying to the side. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207343732058888194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SEQziNy6GAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/UhbIAwE3PmA/s400/DSCF0598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;hafiz peeping. actually, it is a mirror reflection :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207343742213503458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SEQzizn9OeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/I7jTkgo9qxs/s400/DSCF0445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;a kid with balloon watching the water fountain. maybe he wants to swim in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207343752370984482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SEQzjZdsFiI/AAAAAAAAAP8/gllL_qLS6IU/s400/DSCF1404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he looks happy. see how white his teeths are :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207346127931327282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SEQ1trHaQzI/AAAAAAAAAQE/H71X7Uqg_QA/s400/DSCF1435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when u capture something, that something might capture u back. hahah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207346134267345538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SEQ1uCuCOoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qJ_LjYSnU9Y/s400/DSCF1373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;sometimes, we wish our life is more colourful. and u tried so hard till..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207346145223268034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SEQ1uriIVsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/0FXvMX2uajI/s400/DSCF1378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;u're facing the street alone. coz u probably might leave something behind to get that something u want across the street.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207349035353943586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SEQ4W6G-riI/AAAAAAAAAQc/rfbmvLwaoAI/s400/DSCF1396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i feel this is the kind of aura u feel in a picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207349042643558402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SEQ4XVQ9YAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8NIgD7RBBUE/s400/DSCF1425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;probably not in this. but thanks for viewing all the pictures :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-5122093459871550087?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/5122093459871550087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=5122093459871550087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/5122093459871550087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/5122093459871550087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-mum-went-to-malaysia-for-week-and.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SEQw6TXWLvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vamYllGguDY/s72-c/DSCF1075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-3942372309856605108</id><published>2008-05-28T14:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:36:46.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205321696569399282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SD0EgQmnF_I/AAAAAAAAANE/zDxaKEs7X4Y/s320/DSCF1263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;finally convocation day is over. to some people, it is the day to say their goodbyes but to others, it is the day for a new beginning. as for me, it is a new beginning. first male nurse in Ngee Ann Poly huh?? i bet all those who were there will remember me saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to admit that i wanted to hear the song &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;' as we go on, we remember, all the times we had together.. ' &lt;/span&gt;coz u know they always play this song at the end of freshmen camps, and at the end of your 4 or 5 years in secondary school. but fortunately (or unfortunately), they didn't play it. or else someone would have teared in the convention hall. i wonder who had cried during that wonderful evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205321700864366594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SD0EggmnGAI/AAAAAAAAANM/_aYuh92OPRY/s320/DSCF1265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;147 students made it! and i am one of them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205808071550900450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SD6-3AmnGOI/AAAAAAAAAO8/kavh79HJD_s/s320/DSCF1276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the people who made it possible :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205808080140835058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SD6-3gmnGPI/AAAAAAAAAPE/tOuqNSpAMJk/s320/DSCF1309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;especially my mum, mrs julia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205321705159333906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SD0EgwmnGBI/AAAAAAAAANU/xXWc5YJwzDI/s320/DSCF1281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Chriselda hid her tears by closing her eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205321709454301218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SD0EhAmnGCI/AAAAAAAAANc/48spyhZ8zxg/s320/DSCF1291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the couple, Sab and Hanisah, who made it too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205321713749268530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SD0EhQmnGDI/AAAAAAAAANk/dWLdQN-7L-w/s320/DSCF1294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ms Sukhdev looks nice without her spectacles. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205801633394923586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SD65AQmnGEI/AAAAAAAAANs/iqlh7mojAHQ/s320/DSCF1311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;To me, Ms Siti is the best and kindest lecturer i ever met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205801654869760082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SD65BgmnGFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ujr3zwGaTRA/s320/DSCF1303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i will see nadia in CDC perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205801667754661986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SD65CQmnGGI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fLCaqC53rjY/s320/DSCF1325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheryl will be going to australia while Dr Tim will be going back to the States to teach chinese national students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205801680639563890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SD65DAmnGHI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ocyrsop03EA/s320/DSCF1338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sinsing is at East Shore Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205803828123211922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SD67AAmnGJI/AAAAAAAAAOU/5xDsxnkAu_0/s320/DSCF1331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;jonathan toh will be going tekong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205803836713146530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SD67AgmnGKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/bh2260KPWc4/s320/DSCF1336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;hazel in NUH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205803841008113842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SD67AwmnGLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/IcJxiJj8d9I/s320/DSCF1337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;while kelvin is in sgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205803849598048450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SD67BQmnGMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/V-XOb2vO0GQ/s320/DSCF1339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;tini and nadiah is in kkh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so 80% of the first cohort has already secured their jobs in various hospitals. looks like NP nurses are in demand! but now patients are demanding. job can be demanding. we also demand more money for our demanding job. hahah! i am so demanding :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205801697819433090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SD65EAmnGII/AAAAAAAAAOM/6lWTaK-vwwo/s320/DSCF1342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i am going to be paramedic or firefighter and then be a nurse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205806246189799634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SD69MwmnGNI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_aYSfaOBfSc/s320/DSCF1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;or maybe i should try something else :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-3942372309856605108?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/3942372309856605108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=3942372309856605108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/3942372309856605108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/3942372309856605108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-convocation-day-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SD0EgQmnF_I/AAAAAAAAANE/zDxaKEs7X4Y/s72-c/DSCF1263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-7502075044329539470</id><published>2008-05-26T21:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:21:59.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i have mentioned before on how much i love cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204685311265150930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDrBtwmnF9I/AAAAAAAAAM0/df6v7pL4ZkQ/s320/DSCF1257.JPG" border="0" /&gt; i would cuddle them like as if they are real babies. maybe bite its tail abit (if the cat is bath clean!). i would probably build a wooden house for it too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204686277632792546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDrCmAmnF-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/zYwNXLLphdU/s320/DSCF1258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but mum doesn't like cats in the house. anyway, the funny thing abt this cat is that it always follow me home right after i put it far away. and this video proves that! hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2df510b3a68b9c3c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2df510b3a68b9c3c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331233290%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3769690CD793AD458BD411E6D4691613E1B4FBA.4954C5D14999824D80448B57E0C97E89221F7E6B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2df510b3a68b9c3c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-Oz0YR6u_-aLO_78S-i_pSmPE7s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2df510b3a68b9c3c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331233290%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3769690CD793AD458BD411E6D4691613E1B4FBA.4954C5D14999824D80448B57E0C97E89221F7E6B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2df510b3a68b9c3c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-Oz0YR6u_-aLO_78S-i_pSmPE7s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i am sorry that u guys have to twist ur neck abit to see the video but towards the end of it, u won't have to. hahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-7502075044329539470?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2df510b3a68b9c3c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/7502075044329539470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=7502075044329539470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/7502075044329539470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/7502075044329539470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-think-i-have-mentioned-before-on-how.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDrBtwmnF9I/AAAAAAAAAM0/df6v7pL4ZkQ/s72-c/DSCF1257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-3797166583854379216</id><published>2008-05-24T23:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:57:13.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDg4a9xU9BI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_gZSsKl_cGY/s1600-h/DSCF1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDg4a9xU9BI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_gZSsKl_cGY/s320/DSCF1132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203971405335819282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;something shitty happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was at the mosque having my friday prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as usual, i will always pray at the open courtyard coz i like to see the surrounding trees. so while i was praying under the hot sun, i saw a shadow of a bird flew past me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seconds later, i felt a 'SPLAT!' on my HEAD and on my FACE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it actually covered one of spectacle lens. i saw all the black and white stuffs and the smell was terrible! actually, the guy next to me had his share of the bird shit too coz i saw him holding out his hand with some shit on it. after the prayers finished, the guy next to me and i were looking at each other. while he was looking at me from up to down, i just smiled and quickly ran to the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never felt so dirty before. and i'm actually afraid of contracting the bird flu. or SARS. or some eye infection (coz it hit my eyes too). but some ppl believe it's lucky to have a pile of bird droppings on u. but i didnt't buy 4D ticket la.. but if u want, just sms me. i got 4 digits number in my head right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDg4BNxU9AI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cLVa08qA8as/s320/DSCF0927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203970962954187778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i shall jump for joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-3797166583854379216?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/3797166583854379216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=3797166583854379216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/3797166583854379216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/3797166583854379216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/05/something-shitty-happened-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDg4a9xU9BI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_gZSsKl_cGY/s72-c/DSCF1132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-3710288384106076824</id><published>2008-05-20T01:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:49:50.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDKAwnSgQfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3DI7PDikKbM/s1600-h/DSC_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202362092235014642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDKAwnSgQfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3DI7PDikKbM/s320/DSC_0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i am getting old coz i keep forgetting to blog even though i always tell myself to update it when i get home. but my birthday for this year have not passed yet so im still sweet 21 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet or WHAT!!!!! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i haven't been that busy.. i think i just went out and spend alot thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 May Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; - A reunion with my Clinical Facilitator, Ms Ramani, who guided me when i did my first 3 months attachment at Emergency Dept, Operating Theatre and Ward Settings. she was pregnant while facilitating my colleagues and she has finally given birth to a baby girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby girl right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's the only 3 pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202360790859923938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDJ_k3SgQeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/GS0b4fteO2g/s320/DSCF1112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ms Ramani controlling her facial features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202360193859469762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDJ_CHSgQcI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qwg2T98ZBIY/s320/DSCF1113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ms Ramani controlling her facial features again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202360202449404370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDJ_CnSgQdI/AAAAAAAAAME/gV_-oc_Qq_4/s320/DSCF1114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and again she is controlling her face! must teach her to smile in a picture :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;16 May Friday&lt;/span&gt; - just went to get my gown at school and then to Sim Lim square alone to get my 160 GIGABYTE external hard drive. got it for 96 dollars! i think it's quite a bargain because this kind of thing surely will cost around 200 bucks 2 or 3 years before. but i probably knife myself if someone came up to me and tell me that he got the same thing for 50 dollars! hahha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;17 May Saturday&lt;/span&gt; - had a soccer match. to some who don't know, i do play soccer and i have my own team too. and we have just entered a weekend soccer league. u know, my team is actually called Shell United and we made up this name as we always played street soccer at a basketball court near the Shell petrol station! but in the league, we were known as St. James Power Station! as in the real St. James Power Station! the real SJPS team pulled out of the competition as they have been losing badly all the time. i dont get it why in the first place they would field a team in the competition when they KNOW that they have to work till wee hours in the morning. they would probably be drunk playing the game! anyway, the good news is, we won our first game against a team made up of myammar nationals who worked in Keppel Harbour. and they called themselves Keppel Harbour. i think it's nicer if they called themselves Myammar Keppel or Burmese Harbour. hahah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 May Sunday &lt;/strong&gt;- Went out on a picnic with my family! all i did was riding the bicycle and eat :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202353059918790962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDJ4i3SgQTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WAN7Ci_Q-NE/s320/DSCF1148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Girls like to act cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202354009106563394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDJ5aHSgQUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/wlE2UG-qKd0/s320/DSCF1166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my brother also wants to act cute. lucky he is cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202354013401530706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDJ5aXSgQVI/AAAAAAAAALE/SfCH6eWOJXc/s320/DSCF1153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i wish i could claim credit for this picture but i didnt take this. one of my cousins did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202354017696498018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDJ5anSgQWI/AAAAAAAAALM/y4jMv7vTHmY/s320/DSCF1149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my brother izzan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202354021991465330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDJ5a3SgQXI/AAAAAAAAALU/HfSM8zVtJHQ/s320/DSCF1168.JPG" border="0" /&gt; apparently the wind is annoying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202354026286432642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDJ5bHSgQYI/AAAAAAAAALc/aQYZuYBKCPo/s320/DSCF1184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my mum is at the bottom left. the pose is something huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202355860237468050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDJ7F3SgQZI/AAAAAAAAALk/65Ax5YAO0Gw/s320/DSCF1177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;auntie jun and cousin farid. his hair is irritating can!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202355864532435362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDJ7GHSgQaI/AAAAAAAAALs/cLpM5I1uGas/s320/DSCF1197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and the ride home! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-3710288384106076824?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/3710288384106076824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=3710288384106076824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/3710288384106076824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/3710288384106076824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-getting-old-coz-i-keep-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SDKAwnSgQfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3DI7PDikKbM/s72-c/DSC_0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-8336120312919115603</id><published>2008-05-06T21:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:14:42.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>having a reunion is always good. and its always good to see some ppl started working or going to start work soon. some do lead a slacking life. like me for example. dont get angry working ppl, coz im going to be in the workforce too ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197255994809129810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SCBcyoFeG1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aNq7jJlAgiQ/s320/DSCF0973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;clare has already started working in NUH. she hasn't started nursing the patients yet coz she's having the orientation week/month. just to let u guys know that she will be working in Coronary Care Unit. maybe it's Cardiac Care. but i think it's the former. hahah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197259697070938978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SCBgKIFeG2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/012LlXIAMZw/s320/DSCF0974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;riana caught a disease soon after the end of prcp. she had to stay in a hospital for a few days and also had to be quarantined at home for 2 weeks i think. hahaha! she told me she didnt felt sick actually coz she never cough out greenish sputum and never felt breathless. maybe the doctor action bedek only! hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197259701365906290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SCBgKYFeG3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/i_G_ctpRCYc/s320/DSCF0987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;some may know that she is going somewhere in australia to get her nursing degree. her plan is to collect as much money as she could so as to get a good life. during our reunion, she always speak of dollars and cents. i think she is better off being a financial consultant :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197259705660873602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SCBgKoFeG4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/D29mSaXuds8/s320/DSCF0981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i feel like working. but ttsh would only let me work as a HCA. not that i looked down on them but i think it's better if they at least let me be a probation staff nurse. but whatever!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197266264075934610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SCBmIYFeG5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/fEx06oYeS8Y/s320/DSCF0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the food are nice especially the kebabs. i dont really eat medium steak but its delicious. aiya almost the things are good except maybe for the dessert. bleah! u can find these in Amirah's Grill. at first i thought it was Aminah's Grill. doesnt have that feel to it is really called Aminah's Grill cos it sounds not right! hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197266281255803826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SCBmJYFeG7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/g6YK0H04gnA/s320/DSCF0992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;gosh i am so skinny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-8336120312919115603?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/8336120312919115603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=8336120312919115603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/8336120312919115603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/8336120312919115603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/05/having-reunion-is-always-good.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SCBcyoFeG1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aNq7jJlAgiQ/s72-c/DSCF0973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-8835999924923741239</id><published>2008-05-02T00:20:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:45:33.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SBnujoFeGuI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jiobR7vJDWs/s1600-h/DSCF0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195445940971772642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SBnujoFeGuI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jiobR7vJDWs/s320/DSCF0811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to become a lacoste model. hahaha!anyway, i decided to put up some photos which i should have uploaded them long ago. i took some pictures at the esplanade while i was out with cass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196348923486018370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SB0j0IFeG0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xWDKbyC7PLI/s320/DSCF0846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;cass photo skills are better than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to update about myself - i have been enlisted into the Singapore Civil Defence Force! i wanted to get into the police force but my brother hafiz got it instead. and he wanted to get into Civil Defence! and none of us wants Army that much. but i admitted i wanted to become a commando. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195463215330237186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SBn-RIFeGwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/nAsbyTJ2qys/s320/DSCF0765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;blueeekk! im vomiting water!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"me a commando???!! u must be joking!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehhe! anyway, i think there's a reason why i got into CD. because god doesn't want me scouring the forests and bushes in search of Mas Selamat. such a lame reason eh? but u know this guy is such an irritant. because of him, i couldnt go ghost hunting at the cemetery with my friends. because of him, the woodlands and tuas checkpoint are always choked with cars and lorries. let's all give him a slap if we see him :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195463223920171794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SBn-RoFeGxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2Rw863nRPRE/s320/DSCF0777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;woah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195468154542627634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SBoCwoFeGzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7EaVpFMw-vU/s320/DSCF0804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;anyway, let's hope that i become a paramedic ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-8835999924923741239?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/8835999924923741239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=8835999924923741239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/8835999924923741239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/8835999924923741239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-would-love-to-become-lacoste-model.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SBnujoFeGuI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jiobR7vJDWs/s72-c/DSCF0811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-9149722522597080172</id><published>2008-04-27T21:59:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:47:22.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, i saw a scene of an accident. unfortunately, i didnt see how the whole thing happened. just witnessed the scene after the accident happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while my friends and i were on our way to yishun, we suddenly saw an overturned van! as usual, we we were like wth (or wtf. hahah!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193926969952967282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SBSJD4FeGnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FL1ibeufEuI/s320/DSCF0847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193926982837869202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SBSJEoFeGpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/F8DMe0FnjPc/s320/DSCF0851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193926978542901890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SBSJEYFeGoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hcIrlziTm0E/s320/DSCF0849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193926991427803810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SBSJFIFeGqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9S_Zzn9e1iA/s320/DSCF0853.JPG" border="0" /&gt; so a family of 6 which consisted of a father, a mother, a daughter, a boy, an auntie and a 1 month old baby was heading to woodlands. when came to a cross junction, a van from the other side of the junction beat the red light and ramp into the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the paramedics arrived, my brother and i went to the shocked family and asked them whether they have any head injuries, bruises or cuts. and since we were more concerned with the baby, we made sure the baby is alright by checking the heads and his eyes. who knows there might not be any pupil dilation or the baby's head is dented somewhat. suddenly, i thought of 'fontanels' and the gaps in between the skull of that baby. yup i can feel it! and everything's normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the paramedics arrived, we left!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and off to makan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193938115393100466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SBSTMoFeGrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/83XPXr7d3Wc/s320/DSCF0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the usual ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193939287919172290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SBSUQ4FeGsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GodhXUohNms/s320/DSCF0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the usual me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193939738890738386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SBSUrIFeGtI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OQuTxdLrOtM/s320/DSCF0867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;somewhere at simpang bedok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f4cd260ad12863af" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df4cd260ad12863af%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331233290%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EEC3F1C3D2A4946CF0DAEFC4770D723E709B83B.4AA88FAC239A3875DD1EEEF61D835E3C68315EC7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df4cd260ad12863af%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGJBwyZHjWQafBjKmj57XluPArRg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df4cd260ad12863af%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331233290%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EEC3F1C3D2A4946CF0DAEFC4770D723E709B83B.4AA88FAC239A3875DD1EEEF61D835E3C68315EC7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df4cd260ad12863af%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGJBwyZHjWQafBjKmj57XluPArRg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;finally, a video of us singing happily on the way home! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-9149722522597080172?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f4cd260ad12863af&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/9149722522597080172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=9149722522597080172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/9149722522597080172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/9149722522597080172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterday-i-saw-scene-of-accident.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SBSJD4FeGnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FL1ibeufEuI/s72-c/DSCF0847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-2267936079122002434</id><published>2008-04-17T14:38:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:24:47.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAjKycCEslI/AAAAAAAAAIE/sZwG3id1Xrs/s1600-h/DSCF0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190621538411655762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAjKycCEslI/AAAAAAAAAIE/sZwG3id1Xrs/s320/DSCF0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's definitely great to back! the trip to kl was so enjoyable that i think i might go there again soon. well, im sure i will because with our strong currency, the things u get there are such bargains! our currency - $100 their currency - RM 232. not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u know, i missed singapore when i was in india. but not much when i was in kl. maybe except the clean and green part. coz some parts of kl can be so disgusting. whatever it is, i enjoyed myself there. that is the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends and i went there for 4 days and 3 nights. and we stayed at 3 different hotels on each night. who would do such a thing huh? hahaha! the reason we did that coz we wanted to experience each hotel settings. if we were to come back again next time, then we would know which hotel is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first hotel was AGORA HOTEL. this is the 3rd in my "Most Fav Hotel" list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190105777263915202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAb1tMCEsMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/A0glhxTxwTQ/s320/DSCF0509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the tv was irritating coz ALL of the channels have static in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190107112998744274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAb268CEsNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/25t_07moFg0/s320/DSCF0510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the beds are big. i think thats the only thing we like in this suite. SUITE for god's sake. no fridge for a SUITE. no cable tv for a SUITE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190108736496382178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAb4ZcCEsOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gouaMzd_B3o/s320/DSCF0515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;looks nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190110046461407474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAb5lsCEsPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dzEjxwdtiWo/s320/DSCF0513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;not! eeeEee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next was replica inn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190112142405447938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAb7fsCEsQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QfghM5JSIq8/s320/DSCF0575.JPG" border="0" /&gt; looks cleaner! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190113542564786450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAb8xMCEsRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6rV97KIiKB4/s320/DSCF0590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my bro is irrelevant. i just want to say that the view from this hotel window is much better than the Agora's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last hotel which is my fav hotel of them all is IMPERIAL Hotel. and it is IMPRESSIVE as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190232835281432866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAdpQ8CEsSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9VK6v2P5d8M/s320/DSCF0713.JPG" border="0" /&gt; this room has cable tv! and show all channels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190235236168151346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAdrcsCEsTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5GMWoS1sjbU/s320/DSCF0714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the beds are big and comfy too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190240398718841170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAdwJMCEsVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kmTMgY8C3UU/s320/DSCF0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this hotel is at Jalan Alor, Bukit Bintang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here are the pics which i took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190237293457486146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAdtUcCEsUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/FCbne5-D4Ow/s320/DSCF0376.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i looked tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190246471802597730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAd1qsCEsWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0yvlbPOJOn4/s320/DSCF0387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190247197652070770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAd2U8CEsXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/q8YTKG1AfRQ/s320/DSCF0384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190248692300689794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAd3r8CEsYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9sY6cYokI_s/s320/DSCF0434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190506012381327778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAhht8CEsaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/YWv_yB49SmY/s320/DSCF0470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;do u know that we have to queue to get inside the train? we singaporeans must learn this from our neighbours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190506287259234738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAhh98CEsbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZUzORr1o7mU/s320/DSCF0472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;we also queue up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190505625834271122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAhhXcCEsZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zKGIvOl6aWg/s320/DSCF0451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i am a step closer to becoming a potrait model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190508146980073922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAhjqMCEscI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4GlIc68a9SY/s320/DSCF0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190508907189285330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAhkWcCEsdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cdCf6ceUOV4/s320/DSCF0600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190509654513594850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAhlB8CEseI/AAAAAAAAAHM/h1usgEyd4f4/s320/DSCF0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190511308076003842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAhmiMCEsgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/07EX785fYJQ/s320/DSCF0615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190617191904752146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAjG1cCEshI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vqfbkmEp71o/s320/DSCF0635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190617204789654050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAjG2MCEsiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Z0MTG6Vl4cs/s320/DSCF0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190617209084621362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAjG2cCEsjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_svEU4qp_IM/s320/DSCF0701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i couldnt take the pics while in a ride coz the staff told me to keep the cameras in the locker. sorry coz i dont i dont have the amazing roller coaster ride pics! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190620013698265666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAjJZsCEskI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dP1HKIxo7WA/s320/DSCF0737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and the ride home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-2267936079122002434?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/2267936079122002434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=2267936079122002434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/2267936079122002434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/2267936079122002434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-definitely-great-to-back-trip-to-kl.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/SAjKycCEslI/AAAAAAAAAIE/sZwG3id1Xrs/s72-c/DSCF0299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-2384388737395473592</id><published>2008-04-08T01:28:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:16:29.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's very thoughtful of nadeera, muhaimin and ayuni to clear the cobwebs and dust in my blog. thanks for the help ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i should have blog earlier abt my adventure to famous RED HOUSE in pasir ris. my friends and i wanted to see (or feel) the presence of ghosts in abandoned houses and hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;when i was in year 2 in poly, i missed the first trip to the Old Chinese Hospital in Woodlands. only my friends and my brother went there but unfortunately their trip was disrupted when 2 police cars showed up and stop them. that was only after they had climbed the fence and was abt to enter the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro recalled this conversation between them and the policeman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Policeman&lt;/strong&gt;: what are u all doing here? u all want to see ghost is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my friends&lt;/strong&gt;: no lah sir.. we just want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Policeman&lt;/strong&gt;: what no?? what no? u all want to see ghost right? come take me inside and we see together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my friends&lt;/strong&gt;: ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily they weren't fine anything or prosecuted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so our 2nd trip (my first trip) was to check out the Mathilda's House at punggol. we had to walk through puddles and a small swamp to get to the house. but when we reached the house, it was surrounded by fences and a sign that says 'NO TRESPASSING'. now everyone except me were telling themselves not to go inside coz they dont want to be caught by the police again! hahaha! and so we left! SO BORING! but then, cannot play play with supernatural stuffs :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our third trip was to check out the RED HOUSE in pasir ris. this time, we were able to get in coz when we arrived there, we saw three kids exploring inside. they told us to go around and look for a hole in the fence that surrounds the house. so we did found the hole and braced ourselves to enter the house. we realised its not scary coz we saw some explicit cartoon drawings done by ppl who went there before. after that, we saw a pentagram picture in the garage. so someone must have done satan worshipping in there. but the garage of all places?? again we left without having to experience the chill down our spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to go Old Changi Hospital but we went to the wrong building so we decided to call it a night. but before that we went to changi village to see the bapoks there. and they really looked so convincing and pretty. actually we were approached by them and of the ladyboys lift up her dress, showing her panties and said " Abang, I cut it off already lah!" in malay! hahaha! it's true, i didnt see anything bulging there. we saw some men picking them up. god knows what they do with these newly transformed women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i need to stress that im not against gay men and transvestites. since they made these choices, we all dont have the right to judge them. and i feel having gay friends is good. they are always good in their fashion sense. i wish i had gay friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this stories happened before i got a new digicam. and now that i got a new one, i can't wait to be vain! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186565597789262194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/R_ph7nx9kXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tscsf4uSUqA/s320/2008_04050082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186566327933702530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/R_pimHx9kYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Db2RDqKg30M/s320/2008_04050095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;fadhil, my brother hafiz and huz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186567169747292562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/R_pjXHx9kZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MPcxmOgWp-M/s320/2008_04050063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;so unglam! wth is he thinking??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186567728093041058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/R_pj3nx9kaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KK6kzMUYAHE/s320/2008_04050059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i tried to take an artistic shot but failed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186568415287808434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/R_pkfnx9kbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/o6hL1qTKHA4/s320/2008_04050084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;angry! roar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll be going to KL this friday. must enjoy lah before going ns right? right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-2384388737395473592?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/2384388737395473592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=2384388737395473592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/2384388737395473592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/2384388737395473592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-very-thoughtful-of-nadeera-muhaimin.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/R_ph7nx9kXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tscsf4uSUqA/s72-c/2008_04050082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-9101348232653575209</id><published>2008-03-26T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T15:02:53.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2f2eba9f8c1fbf4b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f2eba9f8c1fbf4b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331233290%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D667E34930B8293C532A8D769FC09332C66522E92.1B3206A76B70ED6DA2A267056B5D2ABA1A548651%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f2eba9f8c1fbf4b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj9FnocdssHVxXhTRe-jRg7Wd49s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f2eba9f8c1fbf4b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331233290%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D667E34930B8293C532A8D769FC09332C66522E92.1B3206A76B70ED6DA2A267056B5D2ABA1A548651%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f2eba9f8c1fbf4b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj9FnocdssHVxXhTRe-jRg7Wd49s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i like cats. so i decided to post this video of a cat which always showed up when my friends and i chilled at the void deck after a game of soccer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we actually saw her grew up from a very small kitten to a a medium size teenage cat. at least, i think she's a teenage cat. it was only yesterday the cat became manja with me. it snuggled up to me and bit my hands, bit my left knee and bit my armpit! hahaha! my armpit sia... maybe she likes the smell of my armpit after i played soccer eh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, have u ever wish that u could ever become rockstars?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181941923761197410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/R-n0uXx9kWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jCfIpkLF9Ig/s400/DSCF5531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;we did! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-9101348232653575209?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2f2eba9f8c1fbf4b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/9101348232653575209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=9101348232653575209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/9101348232653575209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/9101348232653575209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-like-cats.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/R-n0uXx9kWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jCfIpkLF9Ig/s72-c/DSCF5531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-4745428816984146715</id><published>2008-03-14T01:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:19:55.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thursday is not my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rained the whole day as usual and i knew i was going to be bored at home. but the worst thing has yet to happened later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm&lt;br /&gt;so while i was playing the computer during the afternoon, my comp just went black screened! at first i thought my brother izzan had accidentally dislodged the plug when he kicked a small ball at it. but when i pressed the switch again, there was no power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30pm&lt;br /&gt;power came back on but my joy was only shortlived. 10 minutes later the power died. lucky i never turned on my computer at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30pm&lt;br /&gt;power came back again! but for only a minute. i knew it took a minute coz i was watching the clock when the lights got on and off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so from 4.30pm to 11.30pm i had no power. and i couldnt play the comp, couldnt watch tv, couldnt play xbox and i couldnt go outside to play soccer coz it was raining the whole evening.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, let me post u a picture of a newborn life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177278600663121058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/R9ljdPfBvKI/AAAAAAAAADs/S19vBS_POKg/s400/Photo0456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;meow! i want milk and oreo cookies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i couldnt help wondering whether this new kitten got eaten by puppies or those big cats. it looked so helpless and i saw its mum leaving the kitten! and the mum looked so haggard too! it must have went through a traumatic kittenbirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;want to see a new cowboy in town?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177280181211086002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/R9lk5PfBvLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wOv7b-ue7uw/s400/Photo0462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;YEHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! i didnt bring my horse along. and that auntie so sibuk lah! hahaha! i think she just want to irritate me by being in that pic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-4745428816984146715?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/4745428816984146715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=4745428816984146715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/4745428816984146715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/4745428816984146715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/03/thursday-is-not-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/R9ljdPfBvKI/AAAAAAAAADs/S19vBS_POKg/s72-c/Photo0456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-3945923478263107316</id><published>2008-03-06T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T15:01:03.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/R8-AhQgaYlI/AAAAAAAAADc/zu1R4j195h8/s1600-h/tremors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174495805726941778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="174" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/R8-AhQgaYlI/AAAAAAAAADc/zu1R4j195h8/s400/tremors.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;remember this movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the reason i blogged abt this coz im just too bored. see, i admitted that im too bored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, if u guys did, this movie scared the shits out of me (or you) when i was younger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;during these few months break, i've been filling my time watching some old scary movies. and this movie is great for those of u who likes to watch monster movies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174496939598307938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="129" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/R8-BjQgaYmI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZeRQvhRsf1M/s400/graboids.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt; does this worm scares u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of this big old ass worm, i didnt dare to step outside of the house coz i was afraid that i get eaten up by it. of coz i would be afraid right! this movie was made in 1990 and that means i was only 4 years old when i watched it. i would have probably shit my diapers watching it. yeah i was still wearing diapers at 4 years of age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, watch this movie to get some old scary fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-3945923478263107316?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/3945923478263107316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=3945923478263107316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/3945923478263107316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/3945923478263107316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/03/remember-this-movie-reason-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/R8-AhQgaYlI/AAAAAAAAADc/zu1R4j195h8/s72-c/tremors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-3072379368078449416</id><published>2008-02-27T01:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T02:01:26.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like japanese anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly i cant say the same for japanese street dancing. like really street dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this u guys have to see! enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9d5310f748233426" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9d5310f748233426%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331233290%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D247C4C524FAE9C679D38061C05A38D07A0DD8EAF.23F9E87D80EAE9CF036BD159F02E692A5A09CF2E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9d5310f748233426%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPayjk5TaTRqaTS9Vs441XYUSD-U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9d5310f748233426%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331233290%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D247C4C524FAE9C679D38061C05A38D07A0DD8EAF.23F9E87D80EAE9CF036BD159F02E692A5A09CF2E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9d5310f748233426%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPayjk5TaTRqaTS9Vs441XYUSD-U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is craaaaaaazyyyyyyyy!!!! i especialy like the 3.20 minute part. like as if she is trying to get some roaches off her neck! hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, enjoy dancing ppl :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-3072379368078449416?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9d5310f748233426&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/3072379368078449416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=3072379368078449416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/3072379368078449416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/3072379368078449416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-like-japanese-anime.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-7192255724167252773</id><published>2008-02-17T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:53:12.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167941032002569522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/R7g2_NitxTI/AAAAAAAAADU/i1FwZxglDRs/s320/Photo0435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;even though im going to be a staff nurse, im not really good at wrapping bandages. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sprained my wrist due to a fall while playing a soccer match. it's all swollen and i cant move my wrist much coz it hurts. cant even carry a bottle of coke or hold my spoon properly. i couldnt get a full grip on my fist. which is bad of coz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this reminds me of a story actually back when i was in secondary 2. im sure u all remembered the Soap Shoes trend back in those old days. actually i didnt had those back then but what i did was i wet the sole of the shoes with water and tried every skateboarding style on a ledge or on a bench. one unfortunate day, while my friends and i were waiting for the bus to go home, we spot a puddle of water and we all know we wanted  to play Shoe Soaping. so we wet our shoe soles and start skating on a very small parapet wall. so while we were happily skating, i wanted to do something stylish (which of coz turned out to be stupid). so i attempted it and i fell down awkwardly on the floor, hand first. then i got up to clean myself up only to realised that i broke my left wrist coz there was a big red bump which was like going to burst out of my skin anytime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt what to do next so we went back to school so i could call my mum. while waiting for her to arrive, i was thinking of a story to explain my freal accident. and i made up by saying that i slipped on a puddle of water while chasing for the bus, thus broke my wrist. i even made my friends to collabarate with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i was in SEC 2! my mum wouldnt have brought me to the hospital if she had known the truth. of coz i do feel guilty abt it. n the fact that i have not told her the true story till today still makes me guilty. i stll couldnt bring myself to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good thing was i could still use my hand. so it's all good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-7192255724167252773?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/7192255724167252773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=7192255724167252773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/7192255724167252773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/7192255724167252773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/02/even-though-im-going-to-be-staff-nurse.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/R7g2_NitxTI/AAAAAAAAADU/i1FwZxglDRs/s72-c/Photo0435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-8989973020719808805</id><published>2008-02-13T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:35:30.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c770386613f5ac9a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc770386613f5ac9a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331233290%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D289AC0C1B2F166F8BB4C11E5CC2BAA9D5C8C1442.3B6542CE41DB2E689D84369F04F4FC9EB3C81B87%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc770386613f5ac9a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYU_oTK7uORXw5DLLTPgie-ylEs0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc770386613f5ac9a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331233290%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D289AC0C1B2F166F8BB4C11E5CC2BAA9D5C8C1442.3B6542CE41DB2E689D84369F04F4FC9EB3C81B87%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc770386613f5ac9a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYU_oTK7uORXw5DLLTPgie-ylEs0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i decided to post this video coz i think it's just very cute to see my youngest brother, izzan, when he was still in primary 2. at least i think he was still in primary 2 when we made this short clip. in this clip, my brother is acting like a Mat. malay for for ahbeng. what he's saying is 'amacam joy?' or 'how are you, joy?'.. it seems that many malay mats have used this term 'joy' to address one another.. dont worry, izzan is not a Mat and i will make sure that he doesnt become one too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;see who the big brother lah... not mat mahhhhhh! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-8989973020719808805?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c770386613f5ac9a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/8989973020719808805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=8989973020719808805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/8989973020719808805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/8989973020719808805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-decided-to-post-this-video-coz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-3162381936753864996</id><published>2008-02-12T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T01:13:18.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i admit i have not been faithful with blogger. sometimes, things happened so much and i dont really know what to say or how to say it. they say the blog is where u expressed EVERYTHING but then u know no one is going to let out their secrets just because they have the right to do so. and also there are ppl who wouldnt want others to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to say that i have secrets or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very big SORRY for missing out some names in my links. i accidentally deleted it due to my carelessness. i dont know whether u all still read my blog. it's also alright if u deleted my link in ur blog. it's perfectly alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know this template is like so old-school but i'm experimenting some stuffs. so for the moment it is this dull, white background. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for everyone's information, this blog is still alive. it's just that i probably have lost my knack for writing stuffs. or i probably got lost in time that i forgot i have my own blog. hahah! but i hope im able to tell some happy, sad, angry and funny stories. this blog has been deserted for months and i decided that i should at least write something to let ppl know that im still alive. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good news is, it's already February. going to end my attachments on the 22nd. if anyone has a part-time job to recommend to me before i serve my country (probably in july or august), please do let me know. only nursing students can imagine having 6 months of attachment continuously. all those months of cleaning backsides, penises, bodies, legs and hands. those months where u get scolded for not attending to patients fast enough. not giving their food or medication on time. for stepping on their foot. for hitting their heads against the cotside. for making them wait in their wet and shitty pampers for long periods of time coz u're busy attending to another patient. for scolding them because they are so stubborn when it comes to taking medication. of course i lost my patience before, even though i looked the kind that wont lose patience. hahahaha! but it's all worth it. it's just worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worked in CDC and i take care of HIV patients. probably not a big deal to some people but it is to others. anyway, i just have to get this message across! if u really need to have sex, please bloody hell use a condom! this disease is already terrible, and to see many young ppl getting it is becoming a natural disaster. to be embarassed buying a condom is better than being embarassed having that disease. so yah... spread the word k. ppl who got this are just not lucky coz u know they could have visited prostitutes, or got infected with needles during blood transfusion or those babies who got infected through pregnancy. my friend says that women are always the victims. heck.. women are always victims of men. i guessed women are sometimes unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlucky. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes u're just not lucky in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-3162381936753864996?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/3162381936753864996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=3162381936753864996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/3162381936753864996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/3162381936753864996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-admit-i-have-not-been-faithful-with.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-221737126144443728</id><published>2007-07-24T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T01:57:34.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last saturday, and for the first time ever, i went to school on a WEEKEND! woohoo! well, the school is peaceful and it has like a serenity on a saturday morning. i think it would be conducive to study there on a weekend. n yeah maybe u can tan at the swimming pool too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that! i went to town! &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqYt63-fZaI/AAAAAAAAACU/6XljtNLUHXQ/s1600-h/21072007712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090806918270641570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqYt63-fZaI/AAAAAAAAACU/6XljtNLUHXQ/s200/21072007712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqYusn-fZbI/AAAAAAAAACc/-Kmgdcqgnb0/s1600-h/21072007717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090807772969133490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqYusn-fZbI/AAAAAAAAACc/-Kmgdcqgnb0/s200/21072007717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually, i didnt know that there were going to be fireworks at the esplanade and it was fantastic! especially the machine gun fireworks! it just whirls around like 2 metres above the fireworks boat. but i dont have any pics of the fireworks coz i had no digicam to capture it. i think i have to invest in a good camera :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqYtA3-fZWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K2oWmHns18M/s1600-h/DSCF3093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090805921838228834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqYtA3-fZWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K2oWmHns18M/s200/DSCF3093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we decided to jump around like monkeys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqYtnn-fZZI/AAAAAAAAACM/VFSagBgz1VU/s1600-h/DSCF3098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090806587558159762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqYtnn-fZZI/AAAAAAAAACM/VFSagBgz1VU/s200/DSCF3098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqYtMH-fZXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JyC-8Q1NV88/s1600-h/DSCF3095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090806115111757170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqYtMH-fZXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JyC-8Q1NV88/s200/DSCF3095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqYtf3-fZYI/AAAAAAAAACE/9Zzsx3d9xUo/s1600-h/DSCF3102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090806454414173570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqYtf3-fZYI/AAAAAAAAACE/9Zzsx3d9xUo/s200/DSCF3102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a little bit of posing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqYwkH-fZcI/AAAAAAAAACk/r1CTI_rxVV4/s1600-h/DSCF3107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090809825963500994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqYwkH-fZcI/AAAAAAAAACk/r1CTI_rxVV4/s200/DSCF3107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i supposed there are times when u just need to jump away! like jump away from problems, away from school, away from work, away from anything that makes u sad or down. just don't jump away/down to your death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqYztH-fZfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hKeAbVBx7_4/s1600-h/DSCF3104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090813279117207026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqYztH-fZfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hKeAbVBx7_4/s200/DSCF3104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i supposed your friends reflects who you are. n they'll jump with you too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqY5aH-fZgI/AAAAAAAAADE/6bmV-GezeFs/s1600-h/21072007806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090819549769459202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqY5aH-fZgI/AAAAAAAAADE/6bmV-GezeFs/s200/21072007806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if they turn out to be vain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqY8R3-fZhI/AAAAAAAAADM/0aixZq5v0aM/s1600-h/DSCF3115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090822706570421778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqY8R3-fZhI/AAAAAAAAADM/0aixZq5v0aM/s200/DSCF3115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqYx0H-fZdI/AAAAAAAAACs/W15AvKpYdok/s1600-h/DSCF3115.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this entry is also dedicated to my grandma who passed away this morning. god bless her soul. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqYx0H-fZdI/AAAAAAAAACs/W15AvKpYdok/s1600-h/DSCF3115.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-221737126144443728?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/221737126144443728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=221737126144443728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/221737126144443728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/221737126144443728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-saturday-and-for-first-time-ever-i.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RqYt63-fZaI/AAAAAAAAACU/6XljtNLUHXQ/s72-c/21072007712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-1955225378812834285</id><published>2007-05-25T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T00:54:33.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have so much to tell but i dont know where to start. there are some that i can hardly remember. cass is right, i am getting old. hahah yeah i'm going to be 21 soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start with the most recent one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a motorbike accident! it's my first ever motorbike accident and so i decided to pen it down. actually i was the pillion rider! hahah! anyway, we were on our way home from a coffeeshop in marsiling after buying a 'tapau' dinner. we were approaching a cross junction, and suddenly the bike just went shaky! i thought there was something wrong with the bike and i shouted my my bro's name 'HAFIZ!' and 'boom!' we crashed a bangladeshi man with his bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was thrown to the side and my hafiz was thrown to the front. hahaha i actually saw my bro thrown on the road n it kinda looks funny. but u know, it kinda made my wanna explode! coz since i was thrown on the other lane, i was afraid that there might be an approaching car that could give me another bang but luckily there wasnt la. coz if there is, i wouldn't be typing this entry. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i knew that the plastic bag with our dinner inside was somewhere along the crash site. and i was actually surprised that the plastic bag was upright lying nicely on the centre of the road. actually the first thing that came to mind when i got up from the fall was my mother's remaining money balance that i kept inside the plastic bag. so i was like "mummy's money!!!" and so it was there inside the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do we get back? we pushed the bike home. we had abit of fun too coz we knew there will be a slope downhill. so we played that rollercoaster ride :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-1955225378812834285?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/1955225378812834285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=1955225378812834285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/1955225378812834285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/1955225378812834285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-so-much-to-tell-but-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-4511805114981733810</id><published>2007-03-09T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T12:20:06.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psst. i got a secret'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The quiet things that no one really knows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An-nur's hobbies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;going out with girlfriend, sleeping (in the morning, afternoon, night), sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, soccer, soccer, soccer, soccer, soccer, soccer, soccer, soccer, soccer, soccer, soccer, playing computer games (includes surfing xxx websites), soccer,soccer, soccer, soccer, and eating chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casandra Hobbies: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;shopping, shopping, shopping, listening music, reading and exposing people's secrets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cass Fears: Cancer, AIDS, prison, bugs, bacteria and downloading music illegally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An-nur's Fears: The eradication / extinction of big bird (chicken) . And also fear of castration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cass Deepest darkest secret: Going to marry Keanu Reeves in 5 years time. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039774733708289314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RfDgax6r5SI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GpdGsFE3_OY/s200/kea.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An-nur Deepest darkest secret: Has an anaconda under his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-4511805114981733810?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/4511805114981733810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=4511805114981733810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/4511805114981733810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/4511805114981733810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2007/03/quiet-things-that-no-one-really-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lAJbzdbpsu4/RfDgax6r5SI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GpdGsFE3_OY/s72-c/kea.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-3407747094294801878</id><published>2007-02-28T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T00:55:03.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Institute of Mental Health is not as bad as you think. im currently having my attachments there and i would say that it is not boring but it is not that great either. when i first stepped into the place, i was expecting something like patients pissing or shitting every corner of the ward or walking around naked. hahah! but being in a B2 class ward, we do have the chance to see the REAL side of a mental disorder. you'd probably be worried how you will be like when you are old and all alone because this can happened to anyone and certainly it can happen to YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell you the truth, i don't really think that mental illness or disorders can be COMPLETELY cured but maybe to 65%-95% level. why i say this because when they have that certain disorder, they had forgot how to or cannot, for example, bath, eat, watch tv, write certain words and do some other familiar things or talk properly. so when they recovered, they still have to learn these 'new' things although their symptoms have long gone away or they are told by the doctor something like - 'okay, you have recovered' which i dont think they will say. i mean, the case manager told me that one of my patients are in the stage of better recovery so i figured that he just reached the stage so still needs time to fully recovered right?? right. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last fri, one of my patient approached me while i was watching a channel 8 drama in the ward. he was showing me numbers on his fingers but i couldnt figure out what the numbers interpret. so he showed me his hands which is like holding pen and a palm underneath it which took me quite a while to figure that he wanted a pen and a paper. so i gave him that he started writing down the numbers. the numbers were - 5 4 3 2 - and it turns out that he wants to tell me a 4d number lah okkk... LOL! so anyone wants big money, here is the number from our friendly inmate in woodbridge hospital :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly he pointed to my friend joyce who was also watching the chinese drama and i figured that he was talking about a girl back in his past. then he showed me a pointed finger ( i was wondering wtf) then he proceeds to show me a hole made by his thumb and index finger. then he poked the hole. he was talking about sex laaaa.... hahah! but the funny part was he showed me the face impression of having sex. if i have the camera i would have taken a picture of the face! funny sia!! then he laughed to himself.. like HE HE HE. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok... now i dont know whether some ppl notice this but my guy colleague is kinda restless and always touch things in sutiations where you should not touch things. this guy touches and 'play' everything that he could find. okay this is what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and ying xian were listening to the doctor's consultation round. so naturally u will keep quiet and only asked questions when there is a need to or when the patients have left. so this guy TJJ went inside the room to listen to the consultation too. BUT he went straight to this x-ray thingy where u switch on the light so that u could see the x-ray films. then he starts fidgeting with the switch. wth... then i told him to come near me and listen to the doctors. then he came to the door (where i was) and starts playing with the DOOR KNOB! eh alamak... this person's hand cannot keep still or what! all i know that his hands need to touch something that can be turned, twisted, pulled and pushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh one more thing abt him. after the shift ends right, you will notice that he would be the first person to dissappear. that i know since the first attachment but i did wonder how come he could be gone from that builing that fast? coz he RAN from the lift all the way to the bus stop!!! yeah i really saw him running! i always say that he ran home so that he could eat the porridge that his mother cooked for him on that day. but i still dont know the real reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask him if you have the chance :) ( only applies to hsn students)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-3407747094294801878?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/3407747094294801878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=3407747094294801878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/3407747094294801878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/3407747094294801878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2007/02/institute-of-mental-health-is-not-as.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-117050170215371029</id><published>2007-02-03T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:38:48.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his 2nd neoprints</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after many months, cass persuaded me to take neoprints. yes it's been a long time since we last took them. we were supposed to do it 2 weeks ago after we had our &lt;em&gt;jalan-jalan&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;dinner&lt;/em&gt; at some haji lane. if u guys don't know where haji lane is, it is at bugis near a big mosque which can be seen from the raffles hospital area. that is if u guys or girls want to look for some vintage stuffs over there. hehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i said we were supposed to do but it didnt happened coz the neoprint shop had closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a few days later we went to bugis again to take it and finally we did. this time i dressed abit better unlike last time where i wore an LSCT camp tshirt for the neoprint. it wasn't that horrible but it's kind of appropiate. hahah whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7380/1106/320/843714/bugis2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i looked immature in this pic. my smile is too wide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7380/1106/320/241139/bugis4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cass said she looked really pretty in this pic. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7380/1106/320/606381/bugis5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heheh. no comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so exams is in 2 weeks and i hope to do well in it. this also goes for all the people who are going to face the nursing exams, driving tests, or any interviews for a job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;basically, good luck all :)&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/12844699-117050170215371029?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/117050170215371029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=117050170215371029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/117050170215371029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/117050170215371029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-with-his-2nd-neoprints.html' title='the one with his 2nd neoprints'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-116852749386033228</id><published>2007-01-12T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T15:43:13.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his updates</title><content type='html'>okay.. so let me update a few things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, after i graduate from np and ns, i will be working at TTSH. yup! since i am like so very familiar with that place, its definitely a very good choice to work there. and with over 90% of my schmates who said that they enjoyed working there, i know i made a right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i entered the new year with a resolution to become a soccer player playing for a club someday. okay im not planning to join an S-league club but realistically, i woud love to play for Singapore Recreation Club or Singapore Cricket Club. since i have played for SRC youth team, i hope that will give me an advantage. but i will tell u one very fantastic thing though: playing at the PADANG is really damn fanstastic. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7380/1106/320/270616/11-01-07_2226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this was the jersey i had worn for all the games i played for SRC. the number is very significant :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7380/1106/320/453934/DSCF0237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love my boots :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i also start the new year with the hope of passing all modules in year 2 coz i know its been tough and its going to get tougher in year 3. wow! soon to be a Year 3 nursing student. and i had never thought of being a nurse when i was younger. anyway, i just did my retest on my Psychology and Sociology module and i know i will pass the retest. now it's time to get ready for the final examination. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thirdly, i am going for the india trip. it will be 2 weeks of community and volunteer work. will explain soon when i have the details. but most importantly, i have my one month of attachment first before my one month of holiday (the india trip is included in this holiday). still, i get to suffer first before enjoying my holiday. buti doubt i suffer in IMH :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;finally, amidst of all my time constraints and schoolwork, i still have gf to listen to my craps. or more likely i listen to her craps. hahahaha! well we both can be craps sometimes. i realised she can act as an irritating person sometimes. i dont know why but it will really make u pissed. so friends of Cass out there, be aware of this :D hahahah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the end. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-116852749386033228?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/116852749386033228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=116852749386033228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/116852749386033228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/116852749386033228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-with-his-updates.html' title='the one with his updates'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-116644400704223614</id><published>2006-12-18T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T12:54:57.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his kkh attachment</title><content type='html'>so attachment started and things went slow at first. like really really slow coz my lecturer caught me yawning 100 times in front of the Sister of the ward. but time went faster after the 11AM - 12AM break. my brother said that KKH attachment is the most boring attachment ever. not that im taking his word for it, it's understandable why we would be caught yawning in the middle of the shift. still, it is just the first day and i got 8 more days to evaluate this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, cass is away on a trip for a week to malaysia. she's going to genting and i hope she's having a great time playing the rides or the casino or whatever she can find there. okay i may get a little mushy now but i started to miss her after her last mobile message (she didnt bring her phone to malaysia). so to all of you out there.... appreciate the time spent with your loved one :) who knows u are being missed hehhe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes u all are being missed in one way or another!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-116644400704223614?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/116644400704223614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=116644400704223614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/116644400704223614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/116644400704223614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-with-his-kkh-attachment.html' title='the one with his kkh attachment'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-116523880707788175</id><published>2006-12-04T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T12:56:41.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his Step Up</title><content type='html'>i might be cursed sooner or later coz i am going to put a picture. this is not, i repeat, is NOT a funny pic but something for you to look, gaze and admire and also maybe wonder why this person did it in such a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7380/1106/200/584042/miss%20muppet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i'm wondering too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some of you may wonder why my blog speaks less words nowadays. well, it is not because i don't have something to talk about. i can't possibly talk about soccer coz i've talked about that for many many times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;maybe i should tell u about this movie Step Up that i have watched last thursday. this movie will make u dance out of the theatre after it finishes. if u guys had watched She's The Man, u would remember who is the actor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7380/1106/200/255127/Photo0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;overall, i give this movie a 3 out of 5 because the storyline is abit off-key. i don't know how to explain but there is not much aura. yeah it'll sure make u dance in your seats but not enough for the whole day. hahaha okay if u think that i sound like im trying to be a movie critic, i will say THANKS! lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7380/1106/200/327419/Photo0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dinner at NYDC. the food is not bad. but the E=MC2 chocolate drink is damn terrible LAH! haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;take care everyone :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-116523880707788175?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/116523880707788175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=116523880707788175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/116523880707788175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/116523880707788175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-with-his-step-up.html' title='the one with his Step Up'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-116270059052170756</id><published>2006-11-05T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T12:23:10.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/P9243519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/P9243519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after weeks or months of absence, i am now able to blog again. Reason because i got a new laptop already. the old one is so old until i cant use it anymore. mum thought i made up a story that the laptop is spoilt so that i can get a new one. like no can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i put up that pic first coz that pic signifies an event that would not ( or never ) be forgotten in my life. it was supposed to be a day where we could go to BUGIS and have our Break Fast ( it was during Ramadan) with my secondary school friends. we met up at my house and plan to go to Bugis from there. but Fadhil said he's at his friend's house so we will have to pick him up there. by then it was already 6.30pm. I mean, it doesnt take 25 minutes to get to bugis. plus we will have to look for a place to eat which will probably take another 25 minutes. all i know was we had to get there as fast as possible but my bro told us just to have a drink first at my house and then go off to bugis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we went off to get fadhil which turns out that he was at Bukit Gombak or Bukit Batok. he was in a condo so we went inside the area to wait for him. then he came down and told us to go up to his friend's place as he said "there's a lot of great chickies, man!". dots. he told us we could eat for awhile before we go off. at first, i contemplated coz we were already late. but then i was abit hungry so i just followed suit. we walked up the stairs, went through a maze and then i saw MAHES. i was thinking what the hell is he doing here and then i thought maybe he's having a bbq with his indian friends or whatever. and then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"HappyBirthday to You! Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birthday to An-Nur!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Happy Birthday to You!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to those who want to know whether i cried or not, the answer is no! to those who want to know whether i was touched or not, the answer is yes! i mean who doesnt right? i never got a surprise birthday party before. now like after 20 years i got one, so it was like "whatheeee!". hahahaha! let the pics do the storytelling now :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/DSCF8997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a group photo of my poly friends with me and cass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/DSCF9004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a group photo with my sec sch friends and nik. it turns out that Cass, my poly friends, my sec sch friends has collaborated in making this event.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/P9243487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CASS and AN-NUR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/DSCF9000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My brother, Hafiz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/DSCF9019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;chey! handsome sia fadhil! hahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/P9243484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Birthday Cake. notice my name changed to Anonei. my nick back in sec sch. haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/P9243502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eh! what is cass and del doing sia in front of the camera?!!! hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/P9243504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just what i need for my bday gift. a jockstrap! LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/DSCF9022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/DSCF9012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/P9243497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/P9243499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/DSCF9021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;our private time has been captured by the paparazzi :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/DSCF9035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sabotage always happened in bday parties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/DSCF9038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes. another view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for my birthday gift, Cass made me journal of our first encounter and the journey towards being together. basically it tells the story of 2 people, one guy and one girl, met in under unsual circumstances. with coincidental past and a love towards a common thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/P9243486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i guessed it's the love between the 2 humans. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-116270059052170756?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/116270059052170756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=116270059052170756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/116270059052170756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/116270059052170756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-with-his-birthday.html' title='the one with his birthday'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-115933501228205407</id><published>2006-09-27T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T13:30:12.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his and her chinatown</title><content type='html'>in reference to Cass's blog, i would like to say that i really didnt know that the ringtone had changed to the really Old Sch Ring Ring Ring tone. cass was beside me when the initial ringtone was some sort of a techno tone (im not a techno fan). and when that RING RING tone came up, it was natural instinct not to pick up the phone coz in the 1st place i didnt know it was mine! get the logic? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went to Chinatown to get the BELT that Cass had always wanted. okok.. so it wasn't that hard to find the place! $2.20 for a belt is very very cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and baby u're gonna look great in that polka-dot vest. i so can imagine u wearing it for ur Tuesday's presentation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-115933501228205407?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/115933501228205407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=115933501228205407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115933501228205407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115933501228205407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-with-his-and-her-chinatown.html' title='the one with his and her chinatown'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-115910671759291782</id><published>2006-09-24T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T12:27:59.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his and her neoprints</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;took neoprints for the first time together! actually we planned this like months ago but we didnt know why it didnt took place. LOL. and also this is the first time i took a neoprint with a GIRLFRIEND. n also this is the first time Cass took a neoprint with a boy (and also a boyfriend). actually the last time i took a neoprint was with my mum and my auntie at Johor, Malaysia. yes Cass i took it in MALAYSIA :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/400/annurandcass1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;hahaha! there's a Rabbit on her shoulder coz that's her chinese zodiac sign. mine supposed to be a tiger but there's only a cat and all of us know that the cat is a close relative to the tiger. i also do NOT know what is the meaning of the japanese characters. hahah but the other words written there is very very true :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/400/annurandcass2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Two words: Flowery Perfecto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/400/annurandcass3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cass always want to be a princess! so that makes me a prince right? hehe! oh btw, did my pose remind u guys of an incident i had last time?? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;for a first-timer like me, i definitely enjoyed the funny moments and poses i did with Cass. one of the great moments that u never want to forget :)&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/12844699-115910671759291782?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/115910671759291782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=115910671759291782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115910671759291782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115910671759291782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-with-his-and-her-neoprints.html' title='the one with his and her neoprints'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-115876544581252228</id><published>2006-09-20T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:06:11.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/DSCF8235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/DSCF8235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this me and my friend,huz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/n2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and this is cass and her friend xiu. (actually, cass took out the original picture that i put and this is the picture that she requested me to put instead. im not really sure why but i guessed she Thinks that she looks cute in this "2 Fingers" pose with xiu. or is it because she wants the whole world to know that she is a princess with that crown on her head??)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, one thing that is quite common between me and cass is that we both like stripes. yes. we like stripey shirts that has horizontal lines because it makes us look meatier. now all you ppl who likes to say we're so skinny and bony, i assure u we are truly very happy with how we looked like today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/n5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PICTURE OF THE DAY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Cass, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what are you looking at actually? is there a cockcroach there? btw, is xiulin making a Phone call Pose? i think her other hand dialing 911 to call the medic and carry ur sick cat which has a Bp of 25/10. really! i know u have a cat coz i saw ur cat on the washing machine trying to wash its baju and pants. i knowwww u got all Bs for ur module but dont be so SIAN coz i know u will get a BIG FAT A for your report card. i know the Elvis teacher likes to give u high marks right? u think im the teacher's pet?? i also know you are! hahaha! meow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sincerely, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;an-nur&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-115876544581252228?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/115876544581252228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=115876544581252228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115876544581252228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115876544581252228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-me-and-my-friendhuz.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-115820480078404108</id><published>2006-09-14T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:33:20.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>being in a B1 class has its own advantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, most of the ward's staff are very very friendly and approachable. and i am kind of convinced that being a guy has its very big advantage when working in a female-oriented environment. somehow i feel they just need a guy or two to spice things up abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, it's air-conditioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the story is not abt the ward. but the interesting people that's inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is this old man who was admitted on sunday so i saw him on the next day.. i forgot what illness he had but he looked sluggish and all. anyway, he wanted to bath so i donned my apron and gloves and brought him to the toilet. this toilet has a foldable chair where the patient can sit down and bath and so i put him there. while he was bathing, he asked me to get his toothbrush. i gave him and he happily brush his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually squatted infront of him coz my legs were abit tired. then suddenly he took out his teeth (which is the dentures of course!) and start brushing it in a different angle.. so while he was brushing it, he kinda brushed it so hard that the residue fly to my face la! walau! then he didnt say sorry at all! i actually stared at him just to wait for him to apologise! hahhaha! then i quickly washed my face with a handsoap. n i couldnt help thininking whether the residue hit my hair and get stucked to it. eeEEEEee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finished after 45 minutes of bathing plus denture-washing plus handwashing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-115820480078404108?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/115820480078404108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=115820480078404108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115820480078404108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115820480078404108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/09/being-in-b1-class-has-its-own.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-115726633052489586</id><published>2006-09-03T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T15:19:55.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his thoughts</title><content type='html'>lately, i've been thinking alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking why am i in nursing.. like can i see myself working in the ward passing the reports? talk to demanding relatives? do my routine work? give the medication without error?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a drag. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the exams were pretty hard and i can't help thinking that if i were to fail those papers, then would i be motivated to do further? i know most of u might say "it's all in the mind" or "if u put your heart and mind to it, then u'll be able to achieve it". my passion decreases which is so demoralising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no doubt that i feel like quitting. of course i would feel that. and any normal human being will have that same kind of feeling once or twice in life. or maybe more till u become depressed. 'sian' maybe the word to describe the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go out yesterday. but my mum told me not to go out and demanded that i stayed at home. i told her i still wanna go out coz i've been working for a week and needed the break. she was still persistent about it and said no. she just said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. i was given a no reason for not being able to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my mum that im really not a Bad or Bad Habitual person. like im not a gangster and go around beating people. like im not a clubber who goes clubbing every night around drinking till the early morning. like im not a player going around having sex with teenagers under the age of 12. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadhil told me maybe because i told her that i wanted to go out at the last minute. i told him yeah im kinda like the last minute guy. and that i never intended for what had happened to happen.&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;&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/12844699-115726633052489586?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/115726633052489586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=115726633052489586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115726633052489586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115726633052489586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-with-his-thoughts.html' title='the one with his thoughts'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-115634819531549351</id><published>2006-08-23T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T17:22:27.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his birthday girl</title><content type='html'>ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are over! but hell im not going to talk about exams coz it's boring to talk about it! i mean.. im sure u readers have seen other ppl screaming in their blogs about how they screwed in their exams and how they think that exams are sucky! eh! what the hell am i doing talking abt exams?! its over. fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to celebrate Cass's birthday at Swensen's. my friends and i tried to surprise her buttttttttt the birthday girl always seem to know that something is going on. i ate my chicken and she ate her fish and chips. laughing abt her past... or maybe their past.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the Cookies and Cream Cake. i never actually tasted one before but it was so damn good! anyway, before we ate the cake, the swensen's staff took out their birthday hat and sang the birthday song for her. hahaha... dont worry MISS CASS! the manager is my friend! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if i lay here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if i just lay here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;would you lie with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and just forget the world.&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/12844699-115634819531549351?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/115634819531549351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=115634819531549351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115634819531549351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115634819531549351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-with-his-birthday-girl.html' title='the one with his birthday girl'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-115588905806756274</id><published>2006-08-18T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T12:38:18.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his retainers</title><content type='html'>i have not gone missing but my apologies for not updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant talk properly coz of the retainers i am wearing now.. not only i cant talk properly but there's also alot of saliva building up in my mouth. don't worry coz i wont be spitting it out whle talking. although the words coming out from my mouth might sound different, im very sure that u're able to understand it. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASS's birthday is coming and i got her a pressie already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i know... it's supposed to be a surprise right? but to get her something that she likes, i should go out and pick gift for her right..? at least i know she likes it. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, before we went Bugis to get her gift, we went to watch a movie at lido orchard. n Someone recommended Hard Candy. ok.. if any of you (except for delphine lol!) watched this movie already, tell me what u think or rate it from 1 to 10.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not worthy to kiss your feet." hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss doing something :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/12844699-115588905806756274?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-115414976738598687</id><published>2006-07-29T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T13:09:27.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his day at the zoo</title><content type='html'>this entry was supposed to be written a week ago, bt due to some cock-up my blogger or comp, it didnt happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, a promise is a promise. and i promised to bring Cass to the zoo and i did. hehhe! miow! woof! roar! mbek! moo! ssss! ahhhhhhhhh! ( this is when Cass shouted when a butterfly chased her around!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the day started when both of us woke up at 8.45am. we met at AMK mrt at 11 and took 138 to the zoo! when we arrived, we went straight to the CHICKENS! at kfc. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we entered to the haven of animals and the story begins wehn we saw the monkey high above at the trees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt; the monkeys told us to go see the wise camel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0082.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;WHY ARE U LOOKING AT ME SCRATCHING MY BALLS?! (it's sad not to have privacy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt; the camel told us to take a pic with him at the background. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hungry animals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;before we took a pic of the polar bear, we decided to take ours. hehhe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here is the white polar bear. and i forgot his name!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0095.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;these wild dogs hunt in packs! and ferocious eaters too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think my hair looks good! hahahhaaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;apparently someone not only like looking at ppl's butt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0102.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but this one is so MUCH cuter :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;long-neckers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i told her i like this candid pic i took of her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what else is there to say about this pic?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;u do not want to have this problem in your house!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;u do not want this to be crawling up your back!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the butterfly that chased Cass around in the Rainforest Cage! hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;moo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oink oink!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wet baby kangaroo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;cass in her most decent and innocent face ever :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;while i try to be the opposite of decent :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/PICT0139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kangaroo jack! and the final picture of us :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nothing beats this day than just going out with your loved one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-115414976738598687?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/115414976738598687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=115414976738598687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115414976738598687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115414976738598687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-with-his-day-at-zoo.html' title='the one with his day at the zoo'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-115243339682816063</id><published>2006-07-09T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T16:23:16.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his 14 hours of soccer</title><content type='html'>From 8am till 10pm, it was soccer through out. 14 hours of soccer. and hell yeah i felt good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played a tournament in old-school Ang Mo Kio and got knocked out in the group stages. showed some pride and i scored 2 goals in the 3 games! get goodies like 2 waterbottles, 2 towels and a notebook. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, it was time to play with my friends at Woodlands. it was all fast and furious! i just dont understand why people would hack my legs when they dont get the ball. like hello! i know im freaking faster than u can even blink ur eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got smacked by a ball in the face with my specs on. another reason why i should change my specs to a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we relaxed and was telling each other damn funny stories. sec school stories. where we locked up our F&amp;N teacher in the kitchen lab. n when i hid the papers behind the fridge so that we couldnt have the test. thank god i didnt get the suspension!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n there was a time when i got called up by the disciplinary master when i did the unthinkable pole-dance in school. i could still remembered what he said to me which is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TOO MUCH VIDEOS RIGHT?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-115243339682816063?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/115243339682816063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=115243339682816063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115243339682816063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115243339682816063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-with-his-14-hours-of-soccer.html' title='the one with his 14 hours of soccer'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-115169449256688923</id><published>2006-07-01T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:20:47.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with their day in ECP</title><content type='html'>lots of things happened in the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like going out to the east coast park to enjoy the sumptous Satay cum Bbq chicken wings and the late served Mee goreng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/eastcoasr%20010.jpg" border="0" /&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;like enjoying the evening warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/eastcoasr%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/eastcoasr%20021.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/eastcoasr%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the cool wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/eastcoasr%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/eastcoasr%20033.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/eastcoasr%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't see the wind but it was kinda cold. and the little girl with the cap is of no relevance. i dont know why SHE took it. maybe it's her ex-neighbour cum childhood friend whom she played with since kindergarten. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i like this pic though. u know im pure in the heart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/eastcoasr%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/eastcoasr%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;remember this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/annur[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/annur%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;i never changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/eastcoasr%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/eastcoasr%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i had Pepsi instead of Coke! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cass tried to do it too! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/eastcoasr%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/eastcoasr%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Her captivating eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/eastcoasr%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/eastcoasr%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Shmily :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/eastcoasr%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/eastcoasr%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Attachments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-115169449256688923?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/115169449256688923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=115169449256688923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115169449256688923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115169449256688923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-with-their-day-in-ecp.html' title='the one with their day in ECP'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-115029815012861441</id><published>2006-06-14T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T23:15:50.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>an-nur says:&lt;br /&gt;just write that an-nur is the best bloke in sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*AHEM.&lt;br /&gt;OH PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an-nur says:&lt;br /&gt;casandra is a very nice, sweet, fashionable, caring, helpful, polite, gracious, loving, pretty, harworking and smart girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. VERY TRUE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-115029815012861441?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/115029815012861441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=115029815012861441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115029815012861441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/115029815012861441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/06/nur-says-just-write-that-nur-is-best.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-114978049505065617</id><published>2006-06-08T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:32:18.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his gay</title><content type='html'>in the midst of sengkang where an unsuspecting victim didn't know what he is in for that night, something happened that made him realised that maybe he could be easily mistaken for what he is not. this is the story about 2 guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at sengkang coz i just sent Cass home and was sitting down at the bus stop while waiting for the bus 161 to get home. i saw a chinese man, about 40-50 years old, crossed the street and made his way to the same bus stop and sat next to me. i took a glance at him and was surprised that he gave me a smile. so i smiled at him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the conversation started like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle: u send your gf home is it?&lt;br /&gt;an-nur: err.. ya..&lt;br /&gt;uncle: oh.. where she stay?&lt;br /&gt;an-nur: somewhere around here..&lt;br /&gt;uncle: ohh.. so u still schooling?&lt;br /&gt;an-nur: yah.. ngee ann poly..&lt;br /&gt;uncle: ohh okok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus came and we both boarded the bus. i sat at the last seat and the man sat the seat infront of me. he sat slightly slanted like he wanted to face me. he kept smiling at me so i just smiled back. at the next stop, alot of ppl alighted so there was a few empty seats upfront. again i was surprised when he asked me to sit infront with him. i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so during this part of the journey, he asked me whether i had kissed my gf before. i said yes. then he asked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle: then u got play play before?&lt;br /&gt;a: huh? what do u mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he proceed to show a finger which penetrates a hole he made with his hand.&lt;br /&gt;a: no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to continue on the topic of sex so i asked whether he's married.&lt;br /&gt;uncle: yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUDDENLY, he touched my thigh and said..&lt;br /&gt;uncle: wow.. muscles arh...&lt;br /&gt;a: err... no... (pushing his hand away)&lt;br /&gt;uncle: this also so muscles ah.. ( touching my hairy calf)&lt;br /&gt;a: err... no no... its not muscular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im sure most ppl know that im not that muscular... but i do have a broad chest.. hehheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i asked him again...&lt;br /&gt;a: are u sure u're married?&lt;br /&gt;uncle: long time ago..&lt;br /&gt;a: okayyy..&lt;br /&gt;a: do u like girls?&lt;br /&gt;uncle: no.. no..&lt;br /&gt;a: then u like boys is it?&lt;br /&gt;uncle: err.. only friend friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i asked the bonus question.&lt;br /&gt;a: are u a gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in which he gave me an unbonus answer.&lt;br /&gt;uncle: only friend friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half the journey has passed and the uncle is still not finished with his questions.&lt;br /&gt;uncle: do u like icecream? ice cream is very nice.&lt;br /&gt;a: yup.. and yes it is very nice!&lt;br /&gt;uncle: yah i like to suck on ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;a: huh?! u mean u suck ur friend's one is it?&lt;br /&gt;uncle: yah!&lt;br /&gt;a: is it nice?&lt;br /&gt;uncle: yahh... u want to try?? (pulling my arm as well!)&lt;br /&gt;a: no! i dont want!&lt;br /&gt;uncle: come lah! we go to our friend's house and do it!&lt;br /&gt;a: really i dont want! its okay!&lt;br /&gt;uncle: aiya... if i cant suck, at least let me play with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at this point of time, i was already laughing to myself. im not saying that this man is crazy but it is quite funny the way he said all those things. my stop came and i alighted not forgetting to say goodbye to that old man. he said goodbye too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a word of caution: this man leaves in Sengkang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-114978049505065617?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/114978049505065617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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pics only</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this picture speaks 1 million words.&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/still.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/still.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture doesn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-114951644206654016?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/114951644206654016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=114951644206654016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114951644206654016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114951644206654016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-with-his-2-pics-only.html' title='the one with his 2 pics only'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-114909321664894682</id><published>2006-06-01T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:35:35.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his photobooth pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/idiot!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/320/idiot%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you decide to take a picture at the instant photobooth, make sure u have already do whatever it is needed on ur face or hair or whatver before putting 6 $1 coins into the slot. coz if you don't, u are sure to be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may this pic brighten up your life :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-114909321664894682?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/114909321664894682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=114909321664894682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114909321664894682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114909321664894682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-with-his-photobooth-pic.html' title='the one with his photobooth pic'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-114796085834694155</id><published>2006-05-18T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:05:31.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his friend's birthday</title><content type='html'>i am VERY SURE that some of u have read Cass's version of the story of the birthday Girl. now it's time to read my side of the story of the birthday Girl. this blog specially goes out to the 8 people who had attended Del's birthday party (orchestrated by Cass and Bee lian) which is located at a neighbourhood park cum garden cum bbq corner opposite Woodlands Stadium. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people who have made Del's birthday memorable - Cass, Bee lian, Stella, Wanlin, Xiao Que, Jannah, Hafiizah and Nadiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all fun and laughter with a little touch of touchingness in del's party. although the party was somehow a very last minute plan (thx to a call at 1am in the morning), i am somehow satisfied that the party was a success. kfc and a cake is the sumptuos dinner of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the cake that i have bought for del. notice the wax that has been spilled by BEE LIAN! haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/320/birthday%20girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the birthday girl "Delphine"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; sorry but no KFC pics because they have been eaten by these ppl...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/320/me%20n%20cass2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/320/scared2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/320/stella2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and finally the last pic that really showed that everyone including me (who is taking the picture) had fun, and also for this day that will always be stored in the long-term memory of my brain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/320/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-114796085834694155?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/114796085834694155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=114796085834694155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114796085834694155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114796085834694155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-with-his-friends-birthday.html' title='the one with his friend&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-114719155603125533</id><published>2006-05-10T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T00:19:16.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his monopoly</title><content type='html'>it's been 6 or 7 or 8 years since i last played monopoly. a conversation that was mainly talked about playing board games turned into a topic of challenging each other in the game.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monopoly: Singapore Edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cass and i decided to play this game since we both had not play this since like sec 2 or 3.. n to play it is like so gerek (fun) because... well, u know how the gameplay is like right. be rich or be ditch. right. so for those who wanna play with us... call us up ok?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICHGI SPORT is the brand of the t-shirt i bought for Myself at KIDDYPALACE. n it's a kiddy shirt btw :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-114719155603125533?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/114719155603125533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=114719155603125533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114719155603125533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114719155603125533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-with-his-monopoly.html' title='the one with his monopoly'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-114689703684154652</id><published>2006-05-06T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T14:30:36.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the braces</title><content type='html'>so now i have a new blogskin in which it has my favourite orange colour. i personally like the guy with the guitar standing and watching the orange sunset. perhaps cass decided to show the emotional side of me. above all, i would like to thank her for this HUGE surprise. really didnt know u were going to change the skin.. hehhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my dental appointment yesterday and i was told that after 2 more appointments, i can have my braces taken off already! yahooooo!! well, after 5 years of wearing braces, i cant wait to see how it all turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay if u're wondering why the HELL it has been 5 years, thats because i delayed my appointment for a year and a half. let's see whether it tallys until now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 3 - first wore braces&lt;br /&gt;sec 4 - still ongoing&lt;br /&gt;private O level student - still wearing&lt;br /&gt;MI First Year - still wearing&lt;br /&gt;NP first year - STILL WEARING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im in my 2nd year already and after much scoldings from my parents and from the dentist itself, it is time to see the results of the work of technology at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being one of those couples who wore braces together kinda rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-114689703684154652?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/114689703684154652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=114689703684154652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114689703684154652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114689703684154652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-with-braces.html' title='the one with the braces'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-114664540031134556</id><published>2006-05-03T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T16:40:12.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. SURPRISED?&lt;br /&gt;this is cass btw.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to surprise him by changing his blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;first of all, an-nur's password n username is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;not really SO funny but it makes you ROLL your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;it made my eyeballs hurt by choosing a skin for u.&lt;br /&gt;ask bee lian!&lt;br /&gt;its not SO GREAT but orange is your favourite colour rite!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it comes like a stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in grass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;John Steinbeck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-114664540031134556?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/114664540031134556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=114664540031134556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114664540031134556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114664540031134556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-114623465599383019</id><published>2006-04-28T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T12:53:40.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his middle man</title><content type='html'>being a middle man in this book trade service has certainly made me feel that i can be a salesman. and i don't have to say "LELONG!!!" or "CHEAP! CHEAP! CHEAP!" which sounds so lika an Ah Pek selling underwears and panties. yes there is such shops in Marsiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question of the day will be "WHY do the Freshies want cheaper books?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-because they just want it cheap.&lt;br /&gt;-because they see i'm the kind of a nice person that they think they can easily negotiate or bargain with. ( i can help you bargain with the owner!)&lt;br /&gt;-because they think that since there's alot of FON books are going to be sold by the seniors, it makes them wonder why do they need to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;-because someone forgot to put the CD back in the book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i figured that with all these bargaining and complaining and whatsoever, i decided to give it a fixed price for all the books. and if the freshies want to get a better deal (for themselves of course), then you guys will have to negotiate with the owners itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i can negotiate with the owners for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always tired when i got back from sch. my friends told me the same thing too. and they say the weather is to blame. right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-114623465599383019?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-114551753837787775</id><published>2006-04-20T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T15:18:58.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his market</title><content type='html'>so believe me if u woke up when the pillow hits u at the back of your head, you will have a bad day ahead. at least, probably for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind going to the market in the morning. but if your mum hits u with the pillow just to wake you up, you'll probably feel slightly angry. as for me, i felt SLIGHTLY reluctant to go already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i still went to the haven of fishes, veges, meats and poultry with her. bought fishes and meats. pineapples and salts. the finale was having a breakfast of Soto Ayam and Iced Teh Tarik.&lt;br /&gt;let's just say it was a very sedap (delicious) meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6% of downloading left to the first episode of One Tree Hill Season 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-114551753837787775?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/114551753837787775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=114551753837787775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114551753837787775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114551753837787775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-with-his-market.html' title='the one with his market'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-114474975764242363</id><published>2006-04-11T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:03:17.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his brother and friends</title><content type='html'>while i may not be the best person to see someone else's fault, i definitely know what is right and what is wrong. i know the line between a brother and friend. or friends if you want to put it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apologies. apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, i have seen malay, indian and chinese dramas that always emphasized the importance of family. i've seen dramas about a person who has both his sibling and a friend having problematic issues of their own. sometimes, it is hard to see the line between what is right and what is wrong. to say words which might help the matter can be the words that can hurt both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guessed being abit matured help you see things in perspectives. of course, i do have someone special to help me with that. but i know i can never be forced to lose a friendship, let alone to make enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brother. friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-114474975764242363?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/114474975764242363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=114474975764242363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114474975764242363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114474975764242363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-with-his-brother-and-friends.html' title='the one with his brother and friends'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-114412474915973749</id><published>2006-04-04T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T12:25:49.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his hope</title><content type='html'>i told god that all she needs is a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-114412474915973749?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/114412474915973749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=114412474915973749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114412474915973749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114412474915973749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-with-his-hope.html' title='the one with his hope'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-114391179810575315</id><published>2006-04-02T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:16:38.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his april</title><content type='html'>i'm listening to fiona apple's Extraordinary Machine song. am i into jazz now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend, shariz, and i were waiting at the staircase at fadhil's block. we had to wait until his parents go out so that we could secretly go to his house. we were gonna play soccer at the badminton court but it was raining heavily. which explains why we wanted to go to his house coz it was kinda cold outside. ANYWAY, while we were still waiting, i received a msg from a very good friend of mine named beelian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the msg said that cass was at ttsh bcoz she got hit by a bike. she told me that her right arm was hit n she was in the BANDAGING ROOM ( is there such room?) and was having her arm bandaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got shocked.. at that point of time, my mind was abt going to ttsh and see how she is. my friend who heard my shocked reaction asked me what had happened. i think there was a change in my face coz he said i looked shocked. den i told him the whole thing.. den i said i wanna go to the hosp.. he said okk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called beelian for like 4 or 5 times but she nvr pick up.. which is like weird lah coz i called her probly 10 seconds later after i received her msg. another msg received n she said she put her phone on silent mode ( u spelled it as mood. silent mood? ) and was scared to talk.. which made me suspect that something is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den shariz called me like from far away so i went back to him and asked why. he asked me what's the date today. den i realised it's the 1st of april.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee... i havent been playing that game u kiddy kiddy girls :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those mats n cinas i have played soccer with last night, u know im good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-114391179810575315?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/114391179810575315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=114391179810575315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114391179810575315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114391179810575315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-with-his-april.html' title='the one with his april'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-114374032072680719</id><published>2006-03-31T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T01:38:43.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his aloha</title><content type='html'>ALOHA is aloha chalet. HOLA is hello when u're in hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we're not in hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hello everyone.. it's been quite a week.. but it was good to have 2 days and a night spent in my group chalet gathering. it's supposed to be 3 days n 2 nights but i had to leave early coz i need to attend sch in the morning on that 3rd day itself. so yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the moment i stepped at the heavenly chalet, i had to start eating. the pressure was really mounting coz Everyone was like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Concerned people: "annur, u looked skinny! must eat more ok!"&lt;br /&gt;the Hungry an-nur     : "oh i will! i will! dont worry i'll eat alot one!"&lt;br /&gt;the Conc....                   : "yes! u must prove it to us ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a really really skinny person, i am surprised by my superhuman ultrafast metabolic rate. i bet chickens are afraid of me now that i am beginning to annihilate their population in an alarming rate. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that it needs any prove or evidence watsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my first thanks goes to Mel for treating me like her own younger brother. not to mention for cooking me lots of chicken wings.. geez, i hope they wont say i looked skinny again. i've heard since day TWO from the start of sch already.. im not in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to sab, ash, mahes and kelvin for updating me stories of their own... sab, careful of that psychodelic girl man!! hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the girls from Group 5 2005, errr... politics and love may not really mix well but u girls have done ur best to help our friend in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a final thank you to those who read this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-114374032072680719?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/114374032072680719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=114374032072680719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114374032072680719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/114374032072680719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-with-his-aloha.html' title='the one with his aloha'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-114344887100983915</id><published>2006-03-27T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T16:45:13.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his last moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/320/1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said this to my lecturer regarding my attachment in this Ward 7B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said "i really slacked here becoz of the slow-paced environment. i know i'm always missing in action but sometimes there is really nothing to do. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 weeks has been dreadfully boring. nevertheless, we all know that those last moments or the last day could be something worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;for those who have not seen me in my nursing uniform, this is how i looked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a final together pic is always something u put in the last chapter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and no, i dont have a spine problem :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-114344887100983915?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-114277603621715566</id><published>2006-03-19T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T21:47:16.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his coming last week</title><content type='html'>the coming of the last week which is the last week of attachment has came and i am not gonna celebrate yet until it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gerontology ward. is equal to slow pace and peaceful environment in which it resulted to my slackness in myself. the graph of excitement has increased because of the coming end. the graph of kiasuness has increased because i need to complete my logbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gd luck to myself for the coming results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-114277603621715566?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-114183449877481475</id><published>2006-03-08T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T11:06:25.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his patient's death</title><content type='html'>i was standing beside his bed n i saw him breathing. he was gasping for air but i know he has been doing that since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda bored but i still stood there looking around the room. i know i had been staring at the wall for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i looked at him again but this time he was motionless. i thought he wasnt breathing. i checked his pulse at the neck. there was a faint beat. but it got softer and softer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanessa came in and asked me what's going on. n i said "i dont know but im checking his pulse."&lt;br /&gt;she said " how come the airbag is not deflating and inflating continously?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it should deflate and inflate continously if he's breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i checked the airbag and there was a hole. the bag had burst. but i remembered seeing the bag inflate and deflate when i was standing beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i checked the pulse again but there was no pulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had passed away in front of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-114183449877481475?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/114183449877481475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=114183449877481475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sister of Ward 7B, thank you for welcoming us to your geriatric ward. im looking forward to meet the elderly patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear female colleagues, i know u have to bun up you hair. i think if u do, u wont feel good abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Lam, dont tell the girls to bun up their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear guitar-playing-singer, your voice sucks. pls dont sing in the hospital anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear dad, im not sure to take my license or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear mum, please bring me out for shopping. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, i have 14 days left of attachment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-114164886631631253?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/114164886631631253/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-114067262377268455</id><published>2006-02-23T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T12:11:25.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/02-23-2006%2012;42;02PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/320/02-23-2006%2012%3B42%3B02PM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this pic, i dont really want to show off my Thing but instead i would like to show u my round stomach. i cant believe how thin and skinny i am today. ppl say my metabolism rate is very good so i guessed what they said is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/02-23-2006%2003;10;53AM.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/320/02-23-2006%2003%3B10%3B53AM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking long walks at the beaches is kind of calming. this explains why i love to go to the beach. Tanning and Swimming. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/02-23-2006%2003;13;37AM.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/320/02-23-2006%2003%3B13%3B37AM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to graduate after 2 years in kindergarten is a major achievement for me. everything looks good on me except for that blue shoes. i dont remember having that shoe u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/02-23-2006%2003;23;23AM.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/320/02-23-2006%2003%3B23%3B23AM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really a geek last time. i hate my hair, my teeths and my half-broken specs during this period of my life. this pic explains why i prefer a car rather than a bike. we'll see whether im taking my bike license or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/annur.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/320/annur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being 16 or 17 is really cool i guessed. i think it makes me stronger somehow during this 2-3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/nur.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/nur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 20 years later, i smiled when i looked back upon my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but She thinks that i have a very CHEEKY smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/cass.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/320/cass.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yup. that's Her.&lt;div 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pics'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-114024893540917584</id><published>2006-02-18T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T15:49:47.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything she does is beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-114024893540917584?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/114024893540917584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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and saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it's official. im not taking the lifesaving test. that means i dont have to attend make-up classes during my attachments coz i know i'll be really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine this: u wake up at 5am. off to work at 6 and start work at 7. u finish at 3pm and have to be in sch after that to attend the make-up class at 6pm which ends at 8. u go back and reach home at 9++. u have to sleep by 10 so u can have 7 hours of sleep to wake up at 5am again. if u're lucky, u might start at 1.30 the next day but chances are quite slim i supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one whole day gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but last friday's S&amp;W was quite weird. that session, i had to partner with another guy in e same course. we were supposed to do this manoeuvre where we must keep the victim afloat and swim on ur back. this guy (lets called him X) practiced on me first and he got a special way of doing it. instead of swimming back, he walked. that's easy if u wanna do that in shallow waters but what if it is deep? den u gotta have long legs right?? maybe X is Mr. Fantastic and he could stretch his leg to the deepest ocean in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, when it was my turn to practice on him. i found it funny and irritating at the same time. he is like a NATURAL SINKER in the waters. so yah, since he could just sink, it's obvious that he would frantically struggle after 1 nanosecond. seriously, if he could just relaxed and let me do e work, there will be no water entering his nose or mouth. after i gave him my assurance, we made it quite well. he still couldnt do it right though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CITS presentations was mostly emotional. not gonna elaborate on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes alarm clocks can be unreliable. esp when u really have to wake up very early to attend sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALARM SET : 6 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WOKE UP AT : 7 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CLASS STARTS AT : 8 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARRIVAL TIME : 9 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINISH CLASS : 10 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear i paid attention to the lecture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met cass after that to do the poly thing. hehhehhe... i must have looked so interested when this lecturer said that she 'sensed' that i have alot to ask her. NOW WE KNOW THAT THERE IS NO COOKING in HTM and LRM. hahaha! took a lot of pamphlets which i i threw it away later Somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i liked her &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;purple &lt;/span&gt;slippers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-113974434563585129?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/113974434563585129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=113974434563585129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is NOT abt the chemistry in pharmacology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry was NOT one of my favourite subjects back in sec sch days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me wonder how it really works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feelings, the firmness, the things we do, the things we say, the things it turned out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl, stop asking if we're still together :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-113880475953948563?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/113880475953948563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=113880475953948563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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thingy and eating loads of food. i only enjoyed eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my cousin's which is situated near the forest which i remembered that there was some police stakeout on illegal prostitution. yup. anw, reached the house and the moment i stepped in, i could only walked towards the food section. not much of a variety but it was a few of my favourite dishes. chickens was not to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a bit sleepy after i ate so i went to my cousin's room to sleep for a while. i know its not ethical but i think its better to sleep inside rather than showing my drooling saliva infront of other ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up again to have a second round of eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little moment of boredom and i decided to play the computer. cousin told me some of the latest songs he downloaded so i told him to email me the list of those songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... i know looks can be deceiving. its funny how HEIGHT and FEATURES can make the person look very young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my aunt and her new husband arrived with 3 other ppl mainly her son, 1 guy teenager, 1 girl child. the guy shaked my hand and the girl child shaked and kissed my hand (in a traditional malay way lah). automatically i thought that these 2 ppl are the products of my new uncle (aunt's new husband). that thought lingered in mind till i just asked my cousin (aunt's son Shahril). he said a BIG NO! he told me they were his friends and said that the guy's age is 21 and the girl is 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. this girl is like 1.4 to 1.5 metre short. her face is those of a primary 3 or 4 girl and he's telling me that she's 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TYPICAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; guys must have thought she's underage when it comes to sex. now im NOT promoting underage sex and this post is not about sex either. i even bold the word "typical" for you to comprehend the meaning of it. so keep an open mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave u to judge whether im typical or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-113868950867772185?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/113868950867772185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=113868950867772185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/113868950867772185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/113868950867772185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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the same old thing reflecting on our experiences. i had alot but i just didnt want to share. so yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one hour break - i ate chicken rice which make me shit for 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a new teacher for our PHARM module. she wrote her full name on the board but i only remembered the name Angeline. looked auntie-like but quite ok coz she's quite enthu. rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CMBIO lecture by Dr Phang was NOT boring. somehow, her lecture is much more interesting than ronnie's coz  she kinda use like tools or toys to explain her lecture. n all of those things are inside a big plastic bag. hahahaha.... its like as if she came back from shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not know why i chose lifesaving. we ALWAYS had to the laps first before learning the new stuffs. i dont mind 8 to 10 laps. but it's 16 laps man!! den i will have to vomit again to make myself feel better. so yah... i will confirm vomit everytime there is lifesaving course. if i eat, i vomit. if i dun eat, i also vomit. so how? any solutions to this? den wed's lifesaving will be from 6pm to 9pm. wat in the world.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i  found out that shitting everyday is normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-113802786666764086?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/113802786666764086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=113802786666764086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/113802786666764086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/113802786666764086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-with-his-day-of-school.html' title='the one with his day of school'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-113742183076773828</id><published>2006-01-16T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T22:30:30.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his sleepy day</title><content type='html'>woke up at 4.55 AM n straight to the showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not like to work on Mondays. now i know that u're gonna guessed that im talking abt monday blues which is in fact true for me. i didnt look forward in receiving the day. after showers, i got into my uniform and had koko krunch for breakfast. den at 6, i went off to the hospital of Tan Tock Seng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached there to find myself still sleepy. i couldnt drink coffee coz it'll make me go dizzy. while we doing reports, a patient pressed a call bell and i attended to him. he wanted to take a shower so i assisted him. not only that i assist him, i took abt 10 mins to sleep while standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast was served but i was too sleepy to see the spoon going towards the mouth. so i kept smucking the patients' faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today a Sister taught me how to do wound dressing even though i wasnt allowed to do on a patient yet n also michael says we cant do it. but no way im gonna let that stop me. haha.. chey!&lt;br /&gt;basically, it was easy lah.  i was trying very hard to stay awake n i think i did pretty well not to let her see my sleepyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate lunch, keep rubbing my eyes, sleep on the couch for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is totally not your day," said 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day'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-113660526221061715</id><published>2006-01-07T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T11:41:02.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his policeman</title><content type='html'>i've thought abt this matter when She decided to leave and enter a new course. n then the idea of being a policeman jus sprang into my mind. so i decided to write abt this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in my family history, my grandpa on my dad's side was a policeman. my grandpa on my mum's side was a nurse. i knew for a long time that that my grandpa(dad) was a policeman but never have i thought of becoming a policeman. following my grandpa's(mum) footsteps was a decision which i felt is a good one. now that i think that the policeman job is not a bad thing after all, i think i may have to change my next-5-years-from-now plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so rite now as in 2006 (i will turn 20 in october), i have made some few changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- 2006 --&lt;br /&gt;promoted to year 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- 2007 --&lt;br /&gt;promoted to year 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- 2008 --&lt;br /&gt;graduate from np and enter National Service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- 2009 --&lt;br /&gt;still in NS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- 2010 --&lt;br /&gt;graduate from NS and go policeman training and be a POLICEMAN for 4 or 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure teenagers like me mite never thought abt being a guy in blue before but i dun think its a bad job. i mean, my dad was a Cisco policeman before and he told me handling a Smith is quite cool. i wish sg policeman handle those big guns like Desert Eagle or a Colt .45....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, it's jus food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i become one, u'll know in ur heart that the streets will always be safe and secure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-113660526221061715?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/113660526221061715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=113660526221061715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/113660526221061715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/113660526221061715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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swipe them off, they will reproduce and reproduce until ur eyes are blinded by yellow stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n also becoz i had those before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st lesson - Optrex eye drops didnt work on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd lesson - do NOT ever see a couple who make out in the bus. for watever reason, avoid seeing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd lesson - dun criticize the banglas, they can type good english in sms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-113647373876302228?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/113647373876302228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=113647373876302228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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in blogging. but the past 2 months have been really sumthing worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common tests, projects, friends, funs n Like Life. noticed how come there isnt a word SAD in the list. coz i only felt sad when i failed one of paper in the common test. so yah... should really strive for the best. that reminds me of a primary school song. which goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Strive for the best"&lt;br /&gt;"Staff and Pupils all"&lt;br /&gt;"Giving best for our nation's call"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this blog can talk, i'll definite sing u the rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects are NOT like tons or many. they are jus there to keep us busy during the 2 week holiday. OH IM BUSY ALRIGHT! BUSY wif playing soccer n doing bits and bits of housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends and family have been great. they are the ppl who always make me look forward to tomorrow everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m looking forward to tomorrow where i'll be going out wif someone whom i feel really fun with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental Appointment at on the 29th December at 11AM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-113578529188356790?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/113578529188356790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=113578529188356790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/113578529188356790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/113578529188356790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-with-his-past-2-months.html' title='the one with his past 2 months'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-113068661044797891</id><published>2005-10-30T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T12:24:47.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his coming of the first day</title><content type='html'>its 11.19pm and e hours are counting down to the first day of sch in e 2nd semester... yes. tomorrow is sch day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my timetable is not that bad. most of the days, i start at 8 except for monday which i will start 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday - 10am to 4pm&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - 8am to 4pm&lt;br /&gt;wednesday- 8am to 3pm&lt;br /&gt;thursday - 8am to 6pm&lt;br /&gt;friday - 8am to 12pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea its not that bad considering my friends who will have to go back at 6pm for the 3 days of the week. but im sure they'll get use to it like they do in the previous timetable. for watever reason, they should be patient. haha... nurses are patient people ok! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think i need an opinion on what type of haircut i should choose. coz i seriously have a malfunction judgement when it comes to hairstyle. i tried the spiky hairstyle which i thought made me looked like a bloody gangster. or an ah beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i got this high-slope hairstyle which a part of me tells me that i looked like a smart ass while the other part of me says i looked like a stupid geek. maybe not stupid. i shall use the word 'nincompoop'. so erwina, if u're reading this, i hope u can give me ur recommendation on hairstyles. thx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have got to buy my hair wax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-113068661044797891?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/113068661044797891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=113068661044797891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/113068661044797891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/113068661044797891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-with-his-coming-of-first-day.html' title='the one with his coming of the first day'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-113040362722735739</id><published>2005-10-27T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T12:25:31.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his month of fasting</title><content type='html'>the fasting month is not really over yet... n i cant help but wonder how fast it has been since i started fasting on the 5th of october. while waiting for hari raya, i must admit that i didnt do much in receiving the occasion. i got a week of CA to replace which turns out to be the best week of my life. helping those nurses out really helped me realised how useful i could be. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i didnt help my mum to make any KUIHs or cakes.. i thought i didnt want to bother my mum or sumthing doing these kind of baking. but i seriously wouldnt mind help her out in cleaning the house. yeah... so far, we havent put on the curtains, havent changed the cushions of sofa, havent changed the cushions of dining chairs. that means we havent really started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the spirit of raya havent been fully absorbed by me yet. i mean.. its like suddenly the fasting month jus came over and hari raya is looming soon. I WASNT PREPARED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is, 30 days of fasting will make me more slimmer! hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-113040362722735739?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/113040362722735739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=113040362722735739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/113040362722735739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/113040362722735739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-with-his-month-of-fasting.html' title='the one with his month of fasting'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-112779135079189970</id><published>2005-09-28T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T11:41:00.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his CA</title><content type='html'>one week of Clinical Attachment (CA) has gone by and i knew i was having fun. disturbing, making jokes and sometimes share stories with the patients. that is if the patient can communicate with u.... coz for those who cant, doing sign language wouldnt help u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, first day was orientation which was quite good i must say. the clinical educator was quite enthusiastic so that didnt bore us to the death. a tour was a must coz u dun wanna get lost in the 2nd biggest hospital in sg. i dont know which hosp is the biggest but im sure its NOT that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;coz singapore is so small. anyway, we were assigned to our ward. mine is ward 5D... so for those who know me, feel free to visit me and u can get a free infection of dengue. yeah... free of charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days of morning shift wasnt that all bad. except that u have to wake up at 5. i mean i usually wake up at 6.30, went out at 7 and reach sch before 8. THIS was an exception coz the shift starts at 7. so woke up at 5, went out at 6 (1 hour for shower and breakfast altogether) and reach TTSH before 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite now, im even feeling great that my life has had some great moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not regretting every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, there was some great learning... but i knew some of u wouldnt understand the medical terminalogy and the meaning of COPD, and also the consequences of when u handle patients with MRSA without any safety precautions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless of course... u're a nurse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dun worry, nurses do explain on their work. so make a date and i'll tell u everything. every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-112779135079189970?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/112779135079189970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=112779135079189970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/112779135079189970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/112779135079189970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-with-his-ca.html' title='the one with his CA'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-112567220260389133</id><published>2005-09-03T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:42:10.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his AAP practical test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;seriously, my schmates are getting too paranoid in their revision. got too nervous n develop frustrations towards themselves and others. and yeah, a slightest provocation or disturbance can cause them to growl at u. well, i didnt get any growling but i could sense the heat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, it turns out that the prac test wasnt that difficult. i know and im very sure that anyone can pass the paper. to those who didnt pass, i know u have been missing some important lectures and dun even bother to study for it... yea.. still, exams in 2 weeks time n yessss, i've start my revision.... woah! a major revision of all my modules..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i could pass this prac test... it would certainly help me to pass the major exam.. glad that i didnt fail the common test coz i would have to resit the paper which was held today...&lt;br /&gt;while im writing this blog, a fren of mine jus signed in the msn with the nick "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STRESS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;period...&lt;/span&gt;!!!". relax lah my fren... N today, i kinda felt relieved after i had finished my presentation of a sch project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 PROJECTS&lt;/strong&gt; does not equal to &lt;strong&gt;3x THE STRESS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-112567220260389133?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/112567220260389133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=112567220260389133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/112567220260389133'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;its gonna be a good week of interacting with Mr Tharman Shanmugaratnam, the Minister of Education of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never expected to get into this.... well, during the morning of my 1st day of sch since the attachment, Dr Ronnie made an announcement that 2 students of my course have been selected to attend the forum. imagine the surprise i had when he announced my name in front of everyon in the lecture thearter. every schoolmates of mine applaused.. another one was a girl... n i think she's the type who's very open and easy-going... so good for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the forum will be conducted in sg and jb.. in jb, the place that is conducting the forum is called Sofitel Resort... nice place but its like in the middle of nowhere.. i've been there b4 as i went there for my student leaders seminar conducted by NP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i foresee that it'll be a very good experience for me as i get to interact with students from all the other polytechnics.. we'll be discussing matters such as World Awareness, Entrepreneurship, Social Awareness and many more... it'll make me better inform of the world issues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward for that week and will share the best of my knowledge to u ppl..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-112402071158678881?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/112402071158678881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=112402071158678881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/112402071158678881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/112402071158678881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-with-his-one-week.html' title='the one with his one week'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-112187282651512947</id><published>2005-07-21T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T12:28:43.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one of the long faces</title><content type='html'>what is it wif ppl wif the long and black face???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl, imagine u saw a nurse wif a long face... n u kinda need help about your problems, so will u think twice abt seeing that nurse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt understand why there's this NURSE in AMK polyclinic pulled a long face since i started my attachment there. i can swear i never see her smile since i started. jus got to know that she scolded one of my frens bcoz she was moving around, seeing the patients getting their dressings.. and getting their wounds bandaged... she was told to &lt;strong&gt;"stand in a corner when making observations and not to peek around"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what??!!&lt;/strong&gt; stand in a corner and make observations?? i honestly believed its stupid to do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.... stand in a corner and make observations from there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, theres many ways if u wanna learn something new... BUT we shouldnt jus stand there and make OBSERVATIONS only... we should ask questions too (when the nurse isn't busy)... we could also talk to the patients..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats the deal wif u, nurse? i dont understand ur problem.. really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whats the deal of a nurse to argue with the patient??????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;what the hell u're arguing for????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's rude :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna elaborate on that one.... but the nurse is a pregnant lady... so nurse, pls take care of ur baby inside... u dont want anybody cursing u or the baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-112187282651512947?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/112187282651512947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=112187282651512947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/112187282651512947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/112187282651512947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-of-long-faces.html' title='the one of the long faces'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-112136289972692518</id><published>2005-07-15T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:40:09.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with his outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/1600/An.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7380/1106/200/An.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, the outing was held on the 13th of july,wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;episode 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the outing had already began in the morning... i accompanied my mum to go johor... mum actually woke me up at 9, n told ask me to accompany her to go johor. but i told her that im going out with my friends in my most sleazy "jus woke up" dialogue... which goes like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mummff, im goin... out laterzzzzzz"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didnt heard that so that was my fault... anw, i msged rai that i was gonna be late... n followed my mum to the land of cheap stuffs... its a tradition for my family to eat first just as u passed after the checkpoint.. haha.. so we head to Kotaraya Complex and have our lunch.. mum had a simple mee rebus while i enjoyed the sumptuos meal of chicken chop... the black pepper sauce was quite funny but i was hungry anyway.. finished the whole thing except this funny looking leaf that was decorated on the dish... after lunch, we head to Komtar to buy my mum's groceries.. i really thought it was gonna be a lot... but mum jus bought cooking oil, seasoning packet and milk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is that it???" i asked my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that's it" she said coolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time if we go johor, i'll be sure to remind my mum that she must buy at least 10 stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also forced mum to buy me a shoe... and its really a nice red canvas shoe... i like it very much... makes me looked a bit stylish.. :P we went home after that... it was nice to go out wif mum... i could not stop teasing my mum too... hahaha! i love u mum! (i know i dont always show it but i really do love u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;episode 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met the others (riana,rai,has,sab,ash) at abt 4.... really sorry guys and thx for waiting for me! all of them were sitting on the staircase at orchard mrt having snacks of the Famous Amos cookies.. it was damn nice, coz its been a while since i had cookies.. yum yum!! n i also noticed that rai and riana has already gotten their "tote" bag... it's very beautiful and it does looked beautiful on me too.... check out the pics ya!! anw, riana wanted to buy shoes.. so she decided that we should all go to Charles &amp;amp; Keith at Plaza Singapura...&lt;br /&gt;but we went to Heeren first.. check out the outfits and accessories there... and i fell in love with the designer blazers displayed at one of the shops there... imagine wearing a simple t-shirt, jeans and a blazer to wrap it all up... i will really looked delicious.... hehe... im gonna make a deal with dad to get me one if i passed this semester... this jacket will be the love of my life.. muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after much walking around, we went to PS to check riana's shoes... but it turned out that the size was unavailable... sorry riana... better luck next time... go and check at Tampines Mall lar!! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rai got her mum a handbag... it was a really a vivacious handbag... i liked the soothing colour.. i think its some sort of very light brown... worth the 35 bucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we had our dinner at BK... we had a reflective session chat... talk abt ppl, more ppl and a lot of ppl... mind u, not gossips.. jus professional opinions... based on facts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was time to go home... n evryone was tired.. maybe except for me... evryone will be hping to see each other after 2 weeks coz we'll be having our clinical attachment during the two weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck guys! take care n have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-112136289972692518?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/112136289972692518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=112136289972692518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/112136289972692518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/112136289972692518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-with-his-outing.html' title='the one with his outing'/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12844699.post-112098130765222525</id><published>2005-07-10T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T15:41:47.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the 'try to be funny' guy n 'try to be tired' guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/5743/320/DSCF1638.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/5743/320/DSCF1638.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12844699-112098130765222525?l=nur-sing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/feeds/112098130765222525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12844699&amp;postID=112098130765222525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/112098130765222525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12844699/posts/default/112098130765222525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-sing.blogspot.com/2005/07/try-to-be-funny-guy-n-try-to-be-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>an-nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15051770360841808185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
