<?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-9867487</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:09:41.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>myzurah87</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><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>656</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-501168614315071905</id><published>2007-04-04T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T01:17:03.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have shifted to &lt;a href="http://myzurahmazlan.wordpress.com"&gt;http://myzurahmazlan.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So update my link ok. =)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-501168614315071905?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/501168614315071905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/501168614315071905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#501168614315071905' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-373336115668019088</id><published>2007-03-30T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T02:12:28.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First and foremost, lets take this opportunity to offer prayers for my late grandma who left ME for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-fatehah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies to tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aisyah: YES! haha. but not now. Insya Allah. Doakan lah eh. Hehe. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thegoldenribbon: ok sure. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fana: haha. i updated. bt will be my last here. =( oh i wana seee ur hair! come my house tmr kays. *eager*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As noted there, this would be my last entry here, at this blog address. At the meantime, I will try and find a better blog address and will inform you guys. Dats if I have decide to continue blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr my house will be having kenduri for my arwah nenek. It feels like 'orang kawin' nye majlis. Really. My family members as well as abg will know the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok its time to go. wait for my new blog address. If there is one. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-373336115668019088?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/373336115668019088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/373336115668019088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#373336115668019088' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-6628903500084175860</id><published>2007-03-19T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T15:42:45.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, I cleared all my modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am still looking for a job. Yup, I feel very very busy and have no time (n no money) for myself! I really need to get things started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope 22nd March 07 wunt slip out of my mind. I hope my boyfriend would be able to come back on that day. =)) Turning 3 is one of the biggest achievement that I ever went through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-6628903500084175860?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6628903500084175860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6628903500084175860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6628903500084175860' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-5993823850640146930</id><published>2007-03-17T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T17:15:50.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The reason why I did not update was becos my internet connection was not available due to some unforseen reasons and that I was really mad at it! Stupid things do happen in the family but I was greatly overhelmed by the dream. My late grandfather came into my dreams after 2 days he came to my sis'. In the dream, I salam-ed him, kiss-ed him and hugged him and cried my heart out. I really had a bad day that night and he came! How sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results gonna be out in less than 48 hours. I am quite nervous but still fine with that. I have submitted some job resumes to companies and have been to only one walk-in interview. I dun intend to werk for this month. Hehe. Maybe April wud be a nice month to start. But that doesnt mean that I need nt find any job! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend have been an angel most of the time but at times he is also a devil! True evil. However that night's heart to heart talk with the cryings and stuff was pure love lah darling. I know you gonna remember me for the endless 'love' words to be uttered (inside joke!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So know I am doing my normal stuff that is my endless tuitions and also preparing for the 'grand' kenduri. Haha. From the preparation, it looks grand. I dunno. Ibu said its more like a majlis nikah thingy. Kalau nikah skali pon ok kan boyfriend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-5993823850640146930?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5993823850640146930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5993823850640146930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5993823850640146930' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-3010295920855699875</id><published>2007-03-11T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T03:10:19.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried blogging for the past few days but I just couldnt. Now I am trying again at a different place with a different internet connection. I just wonder is it my internet, my laptop or blogger itself is creating this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this entry pops out, I will write in another one soon enuf. =))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-3010295920855699875?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/3010295920855699875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/3010295920855699875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3010295920855699875' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-7803533730817433322</id><published>2007-03-01T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:47:27.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My itchy fingers are sooooo gatal that I have decided to blog today. I am still thinking of closing my blog or move to wordpress but I think I love blogger lah. So sad to part. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams left with one paper tmr at 830am and by 1030am, I will be a happy person. I have not been studying very hard. Bf knows how I studied and he dread waking me up at 6 but in the end I woke up at 830am, just wanting to start studying. Baik eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shud say its a bad way to start the week, knowing that I have 5 papers to it for and too bad for me, missy red came. The lazyness was way uncontrollable. I just lost that interest at the very last min. Told the bf about it and he freaked out! Thank goodness he is not by my side, if not I have to hear his nagging. Enuf of his mak nenek smses that actually gave me a lil hope to do as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle of age 95 years old left us on saturday morning. Poor maklong. This sat will be his 7 days kenduri tahlil and I will have to do bagedil. requested by my mum. Tak bleh tgk org senang skejap lah. Baru nak rilek2 chill2 lepaskan stress. I have 4 kenduri to go this saturday. Bf says that I will need to split into 4 and not be by his side cos he wunt acknowledge me. Hmmpft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the examination tension, I can still fall in love. Ok I am in love everyday but lately the bf makes me wana fall in love more and more. We dreamt of each other the night before. Sweet kan. Hehe. N he has been constantly smsing me during his lecture and his break time. Sms me words of encouragement a few mins before I enter the exam hall for my papers and end it off with 'Luv ya'. To have my bf saying mushy stuff, its too rare. So dat was indeed sth that makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans for next week wud be tuition, start doing up my resume, not going to find job for that week, going on movie date with azlin, planning to go out with aisyah (READ: AISYAH!), drag the bf to go funfair at hougang though now he is stationed at TEKONG for another year. Thanks eh. nvm, the further we are the fonder we gona be. N becos of that, my weekends will always be burnt by YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, I have been an airhead this week, maybe thanks to exams lah, cos I did not lock the door on Monday and I just left my keys outside the door just now. Ok sorry baba, dun angry angry. Today your bdae so happy happy ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A levels result out tmr. Good luck bestfren. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for the bf to call me now. I think I shud get change now and start revising. Hehe. Nytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-7803533730817433322?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/7803533730817433322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/7803533730817433322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7803533730817433322' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-283968953369995648</id><published>2007-02-21T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:06:19.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;LEVIS WATCH FOR SALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual price: $189&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOW: $150 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;(price negotiable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With guarantee and levis tag on watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RdxRm1WzbpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DLG8Fq_6PNo/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033988211092975250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RdxRm1WzbpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DLG8Fq_6PNo/s320/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RdxRslWzbqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TlHpsF2rGUQ/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033988309877223074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RdxRslWzbqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TlHpsF2rGUQ/s320/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested pls call/sms/tag/email me okies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-283968953369995648?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/283968953369995648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/283968953369995648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#283968953369995648' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><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/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RdxRm1WzbpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DLG8Fq_6PNo/s72-c/DSC00184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-3204591007828851547</id><published>2007-02-16T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T23:10:57.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going on a hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do some stuff first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espescially my examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not come back into blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got the right answer, I will make the decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-3204591007828851547?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/3204591007828851547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/3204591007828851547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3204591007828851547' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-4955674524824660184</id><published>2007-02-13T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:06:19.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall now announce that I will no longer be studying at NYP except for the 5 days examinations starting 26th Feb. In fact class shud end on friday, but both thursday and friday wun have any class. Tmr there shud be class but I will give that a miss. I need to catch up on my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what had happened, I really thank Allah for showing me the light, the colours of my frens. It has been an eye opener and further strengthen the fact that I must not be too nice to people. It really does not pay off. In my context, yes, its not worth all your effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my boyfriend. We were LATE! Infact it was me lah. Ooopsss. Ok he was supposed to reach airport at 830am. Knowing how f***cked up SAF is and how suck the coy manage the people, I assumed that they will be out by 930am latest. So I happily told Ibu that we will be there at 9am. Thanks to me lah that I reached there at 910am and he was out at 830am. When we went out of the lift, he was waiting for us with his eyes close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the first to get out and I went to him first. (his parents walk very slow lah, i cant wait. sorry) I gave a pat and call him. salam-ed and he kiss me and hug me! But no over over lah. paiseh you. Then we had breakfast at the canteen and aunty yaya just spoil the mood lah. Thank you eh. He was all tired and almost fell on me. With the tired look, it dampens my mood to take pictures. So no pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, getting to spend the time with him was nice. Though he automatically get on his bed once we reached his house! I joined in after 2 hours. Im tired too. But I very paiseh on wat had happened. *too shy to say* After waking up, received the bad news. Not to be mentioned. Then we cleared his bag. Thanks for the couple shirt, although its VERY fitting for me. N thanks for keeping a secret that you actually wanted to get a bag for me. But you din. Its ok. I dun want you to spend so much on me also. N I really hate you for getting a nice LEVIS sweater for yourself. Its nice lah ok! N I love ibu's sweater. Although its plain, its nice! Nvm, I can always get to use those. Hehe. *Evil*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abg got himself his own advance bdae present, that is a dvd recorder. His bdae presents are still nicely kept in the cupboard. Will give it to him tmr. we will have a small celebration (among us only lah-4 ppl onli) and we gona have nasi ayam. Yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one pic of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RdHYel_j_YI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FLnaoQln6hQ/s1600-h/11-02-07_1541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031040278855941506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RdHYel_j_YI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FLnaoQln6hQ/s320/11-02-07_1541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's hooked to the snowcap. Nanti kasi pakai serkup tudung baru tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun worry. I will help you in watever ways I can. I just hope you wud promise me that you are going to prove to those people that you can do it. =) C ya tmr!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kak Mai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I became a detective, psychologist and watsortever. With the bf. Sorry to those ppl whom we did not pick up the fone and lie on our whereabouts. But in the end we are deemed to be bersubahat, but it all pays off. For the happiness of a family. Thank you farhan for your big eyes that you can see me, and them! N why out of the big carpark, we are at the same lane? Its just lucky that I cudnt recognise both the cars. hmpfft.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok I need to burn those movies into cds now. =) Nytes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-4955674524824660184?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4955674524824660184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4955674524824660184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4955674524824660184' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><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/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RdHYel_j_YI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FLnaoQln6hQ/s72-c/11-02-07_1541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-3429058683278311493</id><published>2007-02-13T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T10:57:54.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I am too happy to meet the boyfriend that I have no time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was very very sad yesterday cos the initial plan to celebrate his bdae was cancelled due to the F***ed up SAF! I am not goin to talk abt it. It will just make me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, tomorrow will be my last day of school and I guess I might not attend the class, since I did dat revision 2 weeks ago. I will see how lah. But I am very happy cos school has ended and I just have to study for my exams and nothing else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-3429058683278311493?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/3429058683278311493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/3429058683278311493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3429058683278311493' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-1970306619535010723</id><published>2007-02-12T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:58:06.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY DARLING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Love You to Bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;update soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-1970306619535010723?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1970306619535010723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1970306619535010723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1970306619535010723' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-9053082816777600033</id><published>2007-02-10T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:44:59.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok its less than 8 hours. I cant wait. I guess I might not sleep. I target to finish my IB then do my packings and charge my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soooo lazy to do IB although I am somewhere there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its better to think abt my bf!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-9053082816777600033?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/9053082816777600033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/9053082816777600033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#9053082816777600033' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-4009061488350737455</id><published>2007-02-08T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:42:03.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I got no school. So I took this chance to sleep longer. Knowing the fact that there will be no electricity from 9am to 1pm, I chose to sleep late at 4am and woke up almost 1, haha. Thanks to bestfren who called me. Now, if you happen to call me at any time and I am asleep, n if I pick tat call up, 90% chances I wud not get back to sleep. So thanks for calling me at 1 and not 11, if not I am going to shout at you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the not planned meet up happened at ard 3plus. We met outside popular, getting some assessment books and bdae presents. Oh speaking of that, the bestfren told me of sth that she desperately needs to get and I told her that at Yishun they sell it. Knowing her most laziest reaction, I know she wun go to Yishun and get it. I did not think much but what she did was faar than expected! I wun tell you guys but if you wana know, call me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So somehow she taught me sth lah from there. N to my horror, yeah horror cos I never did wat she did before (haha!), I did almost the same thing. Haha. Desperately irresistable. Right right right??? Haha. No further explaination needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday someone added me at MSN and I just accept it. When I went online just now, he IM me and I directly ask him how he get my email. He say he dunno! He sound sooo desperate and gave me his fone no and ask me to call him. Sorry I do not call guys anymore. Or even exchange numbers lah. Only existing ones will have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he again sound desperate and asked me whether I have a guy. I said yes. He just kept quiet for a while and IM again. He send those stupid winks n I find tat irritating. My question was not answered still. Now he just kept silent when I say I cud not get a single thing wat he said. I will just leave it to an end. If he sound irritating again, or being very desperate, I have no regrets in blocking him. If you happen to read my blog, sorry, this is wat I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I find the ppl at home crazy. My sis just smsed me whether I wana accompany her watch Bujang Senang, when she is just next door. My mum also sometimes call me to do sth when she is in her room, just opposite mine. Does it take 100 days to walk and talk to me? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to sianz stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-4009061488350737455?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4009061488350737455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4009061488350737455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4009061488350737455' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-8540828435132321513</id><published>2007-02-08T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T01:14:20.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was waiting for his sms and he only text me at 1230am. Thanks ar. At least that woke me up from my short nap. Hehe. Was waiting for things to finish downloading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I miss him too much that I tok to him fo a good 20 minutes. N that makes Ibu AND ayah have only 25mins only to talk to him. Haha. Sory yer ibu. =p Give and take ok. Heh. How much I need to catch things up with him. Talked like a train, just to get almost everything there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did told him abit abt the sunday celebration, but I did not reveal anything abt his bdae presents from me. All 21 of it. Haha. N I do not plan to even let him use the internet until Monday. If not it will somehow defeat the purpose. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why IB in the process yet. thou I alr did 10% of it. hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-8540828435132321513?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8540828435132321513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8540828435132321513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8540828435132321513' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-3688929019329396710</id><published>2007-02-07T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:46:47.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My headache is getting worst. Its been days. In fact weeks. My left shoulder is numb. How hard someone punch there, I cant feel it. It feels like a pat on the back. Im too stress and tired I think. Thats why my body reacts that way. Its always the case lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when my bf is realy important. Haha. Massage me ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday left us. Its thursday! N bf will take off from taiwan at ard 3am on Sat. Reaching at 830am. I cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to chiong IB and his bdae card!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-3688929019329396710?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/3688929019329396710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/3688929019329396710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3688929019329396710' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-351717757284069663</id><published>2007-02-06T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:44:47.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After ending the call with Ibu, I intended to bathe. But I glued in front of my lappy, getting some things done first before heading to the toilet. I received an sms soon after. From I dunno whose hp no, but was from bf! He din call today but he found another way to call home/me longer but at the same price. But he needs my help though. =) Dun wory, for you I sure do it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAA presentation tmr. Not prepared but can lah. Read from text also can escape mah. Still nk rehearse. Ape je mepeks. Skipped IB. Missed PFP. Wats happening to me also I dunno. This fri wud be the first lecture I am going to attend for the year. Syabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed-Thur-Fri-Sat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-351717757284069663?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/351717757284069663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/351717757284069663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#351717757284069663' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-161230796699566457</id><published>2007-02-06T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T10:08:23.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was early today. YES early. I wanted to deposit some money in my account. So I decided to go to Yishun MRT to deposit it. I looked at the queue, I knew I can still be on time for school. 3 people to go before me, and the cash deposit is unavailable. Wth. I have to go to the main bank instead and thats the reason why I am unable to make it to school. I can cab down lah but I do not want to do so. Heh. Waste money you know. So just forget abt the lesson and slowly go school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis went for an interview for a post in the new giant. I think the interview was held just in front of my house. She asked me along but bcos of school, I cant go. Sad eh. Then she kept smsing me, telling me that she met alot of familiar faces like my cousin, Abdullah, Mirzan, her ex supervisor and many more. Thank goodness halfway through she stop msging me. I exceeded my sms alr lah. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am having class now. Update at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-161230796699566457?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/161230796699566457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/161230796699566457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#161230796699566457' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-2666786383503994436</id><published>2007-02-05T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:04:41.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just woke up from my short nap and start blogging on his blog. At the moment I publish it, my hp rings. Unknown call. I was all grogey cos just woke up sey. We talked for 2 mins. Yes 2 mins before his fone card finish! Ape jer lah. So for that 2 mins we did not talk much. But he was sweet nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he left for Taiwan, he said that he s going to call when he reach there, d first day of R&amp;R and the last day before he takes off the plane. But when he reach there, its a total different story. I think he alr bought 3 fone cards. He called the day that he reached Taiwan, a few days later before nav, after returning from tat before the one week of no fone calls. Although I have my informer, and she just forward that msg to him and he got to read wat I texted! Maceh yer. Hah. Then ytd right after he reach base, he called and he called again at night. Today I did not expect him to call but he called. Tmr, he will call and I think for the rest of the days till he comes back, he will call. Hah. Ape je lah boyfren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday has left. Tuesday is coming and soon enuf, Friday will be here. I cant wait. I am sooo excited lah. But at the same time, I have to chiong his bdae card. Haha. N presents hunting. I guess bedok is a good place to shop for cheap stuff. Amacam bestfren set? Bedok? Haha. Then to Yishun of cos? Game? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: Bestfren, since you can call and sms everyday with him kan, I really think the dream is crap. Ni baru dinamakan play cheat. Tak main punya mimpi. So dat explains, mimpi pompuan gatal. Hahahahaha.&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/9867487-2666786383503994436?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/2666786383503994436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/2666786383503994436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2666786383503994436' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-6174079474834166888</id><published>2007-02-04T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T00:11:00.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First, congrats to Singapore for being the champion. Azlin had been smsing with me during the match and talk abt wats happening. Criticising and too bad, our firasat was not right. Haha. Aniwae I really want to comment on your last entry regarding your hair. You made me laugh out loud lah. Lols. 1st(supposed to be) bf eh???????? hahahah. Faham faham je lah eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 3 consecutive days, my dearest boyfriend came into my dreams. From him leaving me to a tour. then him coming back home and lastly him calling me, I have this strong feeling that he will call us up today. The feeling was since fri, when I told myself that I wud go to Yishun on Sunday, so that it wud be easier if he calls, and all of us are at one place. Then yesterday I told Ibu to trust me that Mazlan wud call us on Sunday and true enuf, he did! Its just that I expected him to call at ard 8pm but he called at 4! If I did not merayap to Northpoint, I wud have managed to talk to him during his first call. He called again at 6 plus, with me answering the home fone, after 2 miss call at my fone. *ooppss* sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sound soo hyper, better than that pathetic voice the last time he called. So before I get to talk on other things, he told me of when he will come back, when he needs to book in, when he POP and stuff which I already know even before he tells me lah. Thanks to my informer, Azlin. Haha. So he told me abt his nights off on Monday, and needs to book in on tues (ok tat one I dun noe) so when he told me that, I was smiling cos he will be back on his birthday. N that also means he demand something from me. *always makes me in a dilemma*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (as in me, n his parents) have decided to celebrate his birthday on Sunday. So since he will be back on Monday, I will just give him his presents on that day lah. =) I cant wait! Hope this week will move very fast. If can very very fast! I will be the sweetest person on Saturday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder will he hug me on that day? Shud ask him that. =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-6174079474834166888?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6174079474834166888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6174079474834166888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6174079474834166888' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-8416288625382173066</id><published>2007-02-02T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:38:29.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its only a week left! OMG I cant wait for 10th February. The saddest part is that he needs to bk in back the next day. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read my mail, I sigh in relief cos IB is not for us this week and that the report is to be submitted to him on the 13th. The tutor extended the deadline for us. One week seh. Best ah like dat. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dun understand why the school comp sucks to the core. If the school gt no money, they can still afford to pay the idols to have a concert in spore andprovide free tix. School like to spend on unnecessary stuff. Stupid comps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shud put IB one side and catch up on my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having tuition tmr. 2 summore. Sianz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-8416288625382173066?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8416288625382173066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8416288625382173066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8416288625382173066' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-666207302476113827</id><published>2007-02-02T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:06:19.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rmb I ever mentioned that once February comes, I need to start drafting out my resume. My dear fren Rose has alerted me on her company vacant for finance officer post at her company now. So I go and draft out my resume and send out the application. I sent to three companies in all. Kiasu eh. Tkpe lah. Just trying though. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 9 more days before he comes back. I miss him truckloads you know. I still abit kanchiong cos I am scared that I will not be able to make his bdae present on time. But nvm, I will still try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My QM project is sort of finish lah. Left to present only. CAA also havent present. IB havent finish yet. I can relax abit for now. Getting on the hang to finish my CB notes first. Then PFP will follow suit. I cant afford to slack now cos when bf coms back, I wunt have the time for books. Furthermore his POP is on wed, not fri. My wed, thur, fr, sat and sun will be with him. Kalau tak nanti kesian plak member merajuk kan. Then long weekend plak tu cos of CNY. Aku yg sakit kepala nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, he came into my dreams today. Till that I giggled myself. I tersadar. Lucky nobody tau, kalau tak malu you. I can really feel his presence lah. The dream ade mepek sikit but I cant remember exactly wat happen. Wat I know is he and Kak zi was in the dream. That was nice. I want summore. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RcIgV12dSTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9UtBzr6-ElA/s1600-h/PICT0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026615693703727410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RcIgV12dSTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9UtBzr6-ElA/s320/PICT0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are being miss-ed by ME! BADLY ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you dont lose more than 5kg ok! If not you better get prepared to eat ayam masak kurma, nasi ayam, epok2 ock, western, campbell soup, ikan bilis, nasi lemak, prata, thosai, etc. The long weekend I will make you eat real lot ok! N I mean it darling. But I am not in the deal. You eat I see, I full. Im on a diet. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-666207302476113827?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/666207302476113827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/666207302476113827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#666207302476113827' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><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/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RcIgV12dSTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9UtBzr6-ElA/s72-c/PICT0165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-3366581387046572209</id><published>2007-02-01T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T00:24:27.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been very sleepy lately. Too lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to blog that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my mum will come back early tmr. I need to go school at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing before leaving the house, is the house key, the thing she forgot to bring. I am the only one left at home so have to wait for her lah. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana do abit of proj n sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-3366581387046572209?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/3366581387046572209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/3366581387046572209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3366581387046572209' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-4078009196051505596</id><published>2007-01-31T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T08:48:53.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much of wanting to surprise Ibu, I got the timing wrong. So spent the whole late afternoon till night at Yishun before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today class at 8. Presentation but I am not presenting. Mine is next week. I tot of not coming but well just for the sake of attendance I came. Hah. I am going to start my CB notes today. Although its the last paper. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be having tuition for the whole afternoon till night. So may God bless me. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am a satisfied person. *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-4078009196051505596?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4078009196051505596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4078009196051505596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#4078009196051505596' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-6649218420473765329</id><published>2007-01-30T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T01:32:51.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have this guy fren that I know since poly. He is a very nice fren indeed. To the fact that I will not go crazy about chinese guys/chinese looking guys, I think I have fallen in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok dun get me wrong. He is still a fren. But what I am looking for in a guy are all in him. (My bf is still the best  to me lah) He will make a good boyfriend to his girlfren. The girl who will get him will be one lucky girl. He is one sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He IM-ed me, relating to some personal stuff, which he never did before. He gave me words of encouragement and I really appreciate that. Knowing that I really miss my bf through my personal message, it was sweet enuf of him to go to the extent to say those words to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, he is the best of frens that I have ever met in my poly life.&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember you my fren. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-6649218420473765329?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6649218420473765329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6649218420473765329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#6649218420473765329' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-3227363447845546973</id><published>2007-01-29T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:19:14.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right after my last entry, I went to sleep. Not even an hour, my dad knock on my door and I have to wake up. Once I wake up, its really hard for me to get back to sleep lah. Thats wat happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get some inspiration to start doing on my bf bday present. Then halfway thru Ibu called and we talked for awhile. Then continue back on  my search and then MSN with Desmond tan to tell him all abt IB project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later I might start on CB ppt and do abit of research on IB. Tmr is a 9am class and I can forsee that I am going to be late lor. I have to present also tmr! Haiz. I am still sleepy now! But I cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-3227363447845546973?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/3227363447845546973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/3227363447845546973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#3227363447845546973' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-5486330890426475960</id><published>2007-01-29T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:46:22.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did I meet hell? No so lah but now she became a lil bit 'loud'. Suddenly she talked like I am far far away from her. Then she is still the same. So conclusion is, I might not teach her alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 projects done and left with two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to pay Ibu a visit at her new workplace just now but since time doesnt permits me to do so, I guess I will do it tmr. Dat also means I will not be coming for IB. I will see how lah. Depends on my mood mood mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting down the days to his arrival here back in my arm. Chey, selfish! Im our arms, ok. I cant wait to celebrate his birthday also. I have surprises. =) 12 days to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sleepy. Could not get my sleep ytd night. My head hurts. The missy red came ytd. Dats the reason perhaps. To my aunty yaya, jgn marah-marah cos I never go ngaji. Bukan sengaja seh. Hehe. So wait for Manja to come next week. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-5486330890426475960?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5486330890426475960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5486330890426475960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#5486330890426475960' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-1796889842014867230</id><published>2007-01-29T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T00:25:37.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am still helping Desmond Tan figure out the calculations for the IFT projects. Poor him. 5 hrs to do the print screen. Lol. I guess the report shud be ok alr lah. Calculation left with Nikkei 225 only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr Im going to face hell. I hope she will do her homework and at least apologise. If she continues to be like that, I shall drop her soon. I have already did my best as a tutor but if she doesnt want to put in that effort, she will be send to her father. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfren,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are really taking care of ureself.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-1796889842014867230?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1796889842014867230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1796889842014867230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#1796889842014867230' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-8305800313587159763</id><published>2007-01-28T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:28:31.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everybody, pls give a round of applause for dearest nurul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest nurulhuda bte yahya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too have my fair share of story that you did not mentioned in your blog.&lt;br /&gt;But I am not going to say it here darling cos it will just take most of my time.&lt;br /&gt;I will let those be my personal memories&lt;br /&gt;and keep those smses (yes i keep it) for reference.&lt;br /&gt;So I will not make the same mistakes, by trusting a fren.&lt;br /&gt;Or shud I say, indeed having a fren like that.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have nothing to do, but sit and think about projects.&lt;br /&gt;I know I do not have much commitments like what you have now.&lt;br /&gt;I know you contribute the most, with those efforts that you put in will only give u like what, 1 mark?&lt;br /&gt;I know I do not have to study for my tests as I can copy from you ryte.&lt;br /&gt;I know you make the best of everything that I could not have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest Nurulhuda bte Yahya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are one of the sweetest and pretties girls in FS.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen you right in the first day till now.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen ur ups and downs in ur relationship with syahid, Mazlan's cousin.&lt;br /&gt;I once remind you that syahid is mazlan's cousin and mazlan is my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I can be a heartless bitch to led out everything to one person,&lt;br /&gt;and its over between you and Syahid.&lt;br /&gt;But I am not that cruel my dear nurulhuda.&lt;br /&gt;I really pity Syahid, for having to be the victim in your love life.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Syahid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest Nurulhuda bte Yahya,&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask you a question.&lt;br /&gt;I have received sth from you earlier on and is not stated in your blog.&lt;br /&gt;N its even before you are being titled as a bitch, for being one darling.&lt;br /&gt;Let me recap ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...Nw im asking u 2 fuckin do ur part nw 4 ur ppt n send 2 me..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - huda 28 jan 3:33pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:33pm, I was attending a majlis pertunangan and was about to have my meal.&lt;br /&gt;The word &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt; attracts my attention my dear.&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever demand sth from you in that manner?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats the right way to ask for sth from someone.&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest words from you ever.&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember you for this sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the best present for your 21st Birthday is to sit back and think what you have been for the past 21 years and learn to grow up from there.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-8305800313587159763?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8305800313587159763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8305800313587159763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#8305800313587159763' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-8192439417527549534</id><published>2007-01-28T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T02:59:46.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally sent out CAA. Seeing the module just makes me wana turn to other projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am going to stop talking about the neverending + hell projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to send Raudhah to the docs and will proceed to the Majlis pertunangan. I did not go for the tahlil today cos I got something to attend to. Then there will be another tahlil tmr at Madrasah wak tanjong. I want to go but nobody is accompanying me. I think I might give that a miss too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its either I wud proceed back home or get doing some better stuff. My room is in a mess. I think I shud get it cleaned. I want to clean my window and permanent lock it cos the construction has started and my room is filthy with dust. Then I can proceed with wiping out the dust and stuff. I want a nicer bedsheet can? A hot pink or purple wud be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the absence of my darling, I have been going to his mum dat often. I trash almost everything out and she is patiently listening to my ramblings, as much as I listen to her updated hot news. haha. I envy her sometimes (in a good way) She just make me feel at home, wats a family is all about. That explains why I now love going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Zi asked a gd qn. "Wa kau tak rindu mazlan ke bila kau gi rumah dia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ans I gave, wat to do. Ibu was infront of me and ayah was beside me. Takkan nk ckp kan yg I miss him truckloads. I try not to go into his room or stay in the room for long. I sure cry you know. See you tmr kak zi! Kita cam-whore. yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sleepy. Lack of sleep. Brain dead. Too much thinking. Body aching. Too stress. Leads to unable to think properly. If ppl add more stress on me, then too bad, they will get the same thing as wat they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered wat mazlan says in his testimonial to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...tiz gal is pleasant to b with...but don pissed her off coz she might get even wif ya...(Trust me,u wont want that to happen). So don get into her black book...So be nice to her and she will do the same..." - part of testimonial from bf. (He knew me soo well. dat was written 10 mths after he knew me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just me. So if you cant fulfill the last part, maybe you shud forget abt being my fren. I only want frens who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;appreciates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me as a fren. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep and going to get my rest. Nytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-8192439417527549534?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8192439417527549534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8192439417527549534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#8192439417527549534' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-6141301084832079167</id><published>2007-01-28T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:51:40.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just have this to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just dun fit to be who you are. You are better off dead than alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that is the way, I have to be more harsh than what I am supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am nice, I will be stepped on. (Wrong party: ME)&lt;br /&gt;If I am harsh, I will be looked at as the devil, evil bitch. (Wrong party: ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, being nice or be like a bitch is better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enuf of stupid shits from my students, my colleagues and polymates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish these people never exist in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes my life easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya Allah, berikan hambaMu ini kekuatan untuk menempuh segala cabaran dan dugaan yang telah Engkau berikan. Ampunilah segala dosa hambaMu ini yang hanya seorang insan yg penuh dengan cacat celanya. Semoga Engkau menunjukkan hidayah kepada orang-orang yang memerlukan dan tunjukkanlah keadilan dalam hidup ini. Sesungguhnya hambaMu ini ingin menjalani kehidupan seperti insan lain, penuh dengan kemesraan, ketaatan dan kejujuran diantara sesama insan. Ya Allah ya Tuhanku, ampunilah segala dosa-dosa hamba-hambaMu yang masih hidup dan juga yang telah kembali kepadaMu. Semoga mereka ditempatkan dikalangan orang-orang yang beriman. Kerna aku amat merindui setiap insan yg pernah bertakhta di hati ini. Amin ya rabbal 'alamin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-6141301084832079167?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6141301084832079167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6141301084832079167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#6141301084832079167' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-6859368607749674619</id><published>2007-01-27T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T02:33:22.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been updating the blog that I had created for bf while he is at Taiwan more regular than this blog. At least I am at ease cos I feel relief after trashing out ALL my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB report done. Left with ppt. Target to finish my part by Mon.&lt;br /&gt;IFT my part is done. No presentation.&lt;br /&gt;CAA, coming. Cin cai wif this. Last min is the best ryte.&lt;br /&gt;QM will be very soon.&lt;br /&gt;IB depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to relax for the week. I wana hold no responsibility to any of the top mentioned except CB. I shud find time to shop, watch movie, spend more time with bf parents, play games before my exams come. I will start on bf bdae presents soon. Plans done. Its now actions and getting confirmation on when he will book in during the last week before POP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving sch at 1, went to Causeway point and window shop (for me) and some shopping for bestfren. Ate at Banquet and cabbed down to Yishun library to take the food as Ibu is sick. Went to bf house and talked for abt an hr. I mean, stayed there and chit chat cos Azlin was there and you know when we talk abt the 2 guys at Taiwan, its interesting. We touched on BGR. Tsk tsk. Ibu dah sakit kepala pon masih nak bebual jugak. Haha. We are cruel. Tk kasi dia rest. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr I might be going to the tahlil at Masjid Kassim. If takde halangan. I hope I can make it. I wana meet the people I miss. =( Adek hidayah, jgn lupa call akak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, self-reflecting time. Its good to do that every night, at least you know what to improve on in your life. I always believe that good people will be tested again and again, cos Allah has set aside a better life for them in the next world - heaven. The place that I yearn to be in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nytes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Bf called in the afternoon! Poor boy, he's sick. No wonder gastrics visit me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. Make sure you take care of ureself. N eat ok! *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-6859368607749674619?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6859368607749674619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6859368607749674619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#6859368607749674619' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-6896762371796158615</id><published>2007-01-25T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:56:57.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tot it was friday today. But its still thursday. He say he's calling me on fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I missed him TOO much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kisses from Ibu make my day. Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbfounded + Disappointed = Terkilan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-6896762371796158615?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6896762371796158615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6896762371796158615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#6896762371796158615' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-960180755814531852</id><published>2007-01-25T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T16:32:27.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need my boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's calling tonyte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls do. 2 days straight I receive hell from ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-960180755814531852?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/960180755814531852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/960180755814531852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#960180755814531852' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-6955510670912543583</id><published>2007-01-24T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:06:20.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was still bloghopping by then when I received a sad news from mamadewi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innalillahi wainnailaihi rajiuun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RbZqs9iYoZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bdADZNXxWSQ/s1600-h/DSC01073.0"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023319755043938706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RbZqs9iYoZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bdADZNXxWSQ/s320/DSC01073.0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almarhumah Ustazah Sharifah Badriyah Syed Ali Alsagoff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was shocked to read the entry. I was and still shock. I hardly teared for someone whom I am not so close with, but with this very lady, in fact my beloved ustazah, I teared and still is now. Its been abt 2 yrs since I last saw her, but I was updated about her through her daughter's blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23 January 07, a motivator, the inspirational ustazah left us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To Kak Muna, Kak Thuraiyah and family,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Salam takziah daripada maizura sekeluarga.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat dan ditempatkan dengan orang orang yang beriman. Insya Allah. Amin ya rabbal 'alamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfatehah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is precious. Cherish it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://alluringly-honeyed.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-day.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kak Muna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-6955510670912543583?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6955510670912543583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6955510670912543583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#6955510670912543583' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><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/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RbZqs9iYoZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bdADZNXxWSQ/s72-c/DSC01073.0' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-2334771809211214794</id><published>2007-01-24T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T03:21:33.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 3:17am. Why am I still not asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study IB? Sadly to say, NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do CB project? Sadly to say too, NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hung up the fone with the bestfren. Its been sooo long since we chatted on the fone. Since our loved ones are out of town, (haha!) its easier for us to contact. Lols. Furthermore, now we have sth to talk and tease in common ryte? You know I know lah eh. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like last min study is wat I do best. Good luck lah. 25% down the drain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-2334771809211214794?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/2334771809211214794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/2334771809211214794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#2334771809211214794' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-4269379268344989166</id><published>2007-01-23T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:11:00.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My hp kene cut off! Sucks lah. Ok Starhub sucks anyway. So I am going to reactivate the line again tmr. Probably at night. So before dat, if wana contact me, MSN or Tagboard only lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr IB test! I have not studied yet. Teruk ah. Alot seh. I am very sleepy and I am getting sick already. I have projects to do. I need sleep. MC is not an option. The weather just sucks lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything sucks ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-4269379268344989166?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4269379268344989166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4269379268344989166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#4269379268344989166' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-1058426176000830699</id><published>2007-01-23T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T00:29:08.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was at d lowest mood when I got to know that the boyfriend tried calling me but the line was busy. I did not even use the fone cos I was sleeping. I was not fully asleep as I can still reply to azlin's smses. N I even heard my house fone rings. I dun have a habit of answering home fone cos nobody wud call at night usually. N to think that the one I missed, was calling me! I was really cursing myself for not picking up the fone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when Ibu called me after dunno how many tries, then I got to know that the boyfriend called. I say, wat to do, I cant call him back cos he used the public fone. In the midst of talking with her, I received an incoming call. He called again. =) I was happy but eventually I cried also lah. So we talked. Held back those tears and tried talking as usual. He was normal. But towards the end, I heard sounds like you are having running nose. I guessed he must have hold back his tears. p/s: Bf, you cant lie to me lah! Running nose konon. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung up and talked to Ibu again. I tot I wud sleep and not wake up till tmr morning, but I guess I still have a lot to do. IB sucks by the way. Now, projects time lah ape lagi. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-1058426176000830699?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1058426176000830699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1058426176000830699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#1058426176000830699' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-943102216677118685</id><published>2007-01-22T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:06:20.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are 34!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are not here. =( I hope to hear your voice soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RbOhiJvy7eI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YkboMmPMAqI/s1600-h/PICT0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022535617552248290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RbOhiJvy7eI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YkboMmPMAqI/s320/PICT0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingat cute lah eh buat muker cam tu. =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love you. i miss you. i love you. i miss you.&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/9867487-943102216677118685?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/943102216677118685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/943102216677118685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#943102216677118685' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><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/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RbOhiJvy7eI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YkboMmPMAqI/s72-c/PICT0240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-1129953982173808701</id><published>2007-01-22T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T00:17:34.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maizura, dun miss ur bf or feel lost cos now u got MORE time to do our project. good leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah kokbeng for that. At MSN personal msg summore. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is bf RAR. I guess he might call. He said that he will call on the first and last RAR. So I dunno lah. Hope he will though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CB project is 50% done! Compiling and editing is not easy ok. It sucks lah. But I have to do that most of the time. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IFT not started yet. Malas lah. No drive. No interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IB started on topic one and I have 5 more to go and they are ALOT! Die lah. 25% you know. Alot lah. Sucks eh yr 3. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am very hungry. I want coke/pepsi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-1129953982173808701?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1129953982173808701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1129953982173808701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#1129953982173808701' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-8330921953230222117</id><published>2007-01-21T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:06:20.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was mad when I saw that all my videos at my digicam was deleted! Yes my younger bro delete them! Sucks lah. I havent even tansfer it to my comp seh. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to my story on the boyfriend. On fri we had our breakfast together before me leaving for school. After scanning my card, went to get him a pair of socks and get him a mini present. Its sort of like an i/c card, but with no info and stuff. I put our pic as the id photo and a poen at the side. At the back, I wrote my personal message with my ugly handwriting. Can you imagine I have to edit the pic, cut it during tutorial. Stick it on a thicker paper in the mrt and write the message at northpoint foodcourt. So kelamkabut. Thank god he was asleep at that time so I can go back to his house a lil later. I then laminated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I tot of giving him before he leaves the house, when I can have my own privacy time wih him. But since time doesnt allow, I gave him in the bus. When we got a seat, as usual he holds my hand. I looked at him and talk softly to him (cos I dun want others to hear it). Told him that I got nothing for him to bring there and then i took the card and gave him, saying that this is wat I can afford to give him. He took it and read it. He paused before turning at the back to read that personal message. As when he finish reading it, he cried. Ok I was a lil uncomfortable cos I do not want anybody to know abt that card and even his parents at the back cud hear him cry. What can I do? Cry also lah, with my head resting on his shoulder, dun want them to see me cry also. He cried for quite some time. Consoled him and he listened to his mp4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our jalan jalan and talking time before his departure. We took pics and Oyan video-ed stuff for us. When I salam-ed him n him giving me a hug (sweetness, cos tat was an issue in the bus. lols. his makcik2 were there ok!), it was not captured but when he kissed my forehead, it was captured. I really din expect lah cos he say he wunt do tat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he left.Some things just happens in between there, malas nak story. So pictures time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RbJBqpvy7cI/AAAAAAAAADg/v3S0hHL9AEs/s1600-h/PICT0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022148735488159170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RbJBqpvy7cI/AAAAAAAAADg/v3S0hHL9AEs/s320/PICT0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us - foursome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RbJCB5vy7dI/AAAAAAAAADo/yqMq7rCy9Ww/s1600-h/PICT0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022149134920117714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RbJCB5vy7dI/AAAAAAAAADo/yqMq7rCy9Ww/s320/PICT0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who came. N also the photographer, not in pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I transferred these pics, then I realised I havent upload my hari raya and new year pics. Oppps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-8330921953230222117?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8330921953230222117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8330921953230222117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#8330921953230222117' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><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/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RbJBqpvy7cI/AAAAAAAAADg/v3S0hHL9AEs/s72-c/PICT0251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-127067696625638299</id><published>2007-01-20T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:06:21.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My boyfriend left for Taiwan. I have alot to say but will do it tmr nyte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RbERSJvy7bI/AAAAAAAAADU/ysNfI7WRTco/s1600-h/PICT0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021814063046520242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RbERSJvy7bI/AAAAAAAAADU/ysNfI7WRTco/s320/PICT0244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend and I in 858. -Picture purfect-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss you like crazy!&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/9867487-127067696625638299?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/127067696625638299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/127067696625638299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#127067696625638299' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RbERSJvy7bI/AAAAAAAAADU/ysNfI7WRTco/s72-c/PICT0244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-4687324378495115071</id><published>2007-01-19T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T11:46:42.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First, salam takziah buat my kakak sedara and family for the lost of her grandma. Actually she is my grandma also lah, alah you know the nenek tiri I once told you abt. She passed away just now morning. Sorry I cant make it cos I have school to attend and also the departure of the bf at night. So letus sedekahkan fatehah for her and also the rest yang telah kembali ke rahmatullah.&lt;br /&gt;Alfatehah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boyfriend is leaving at 2025, not 2359! Dats fast lar! So for 3 weeks I do not have someone to fight with. =( But on a positive note, I can start revising and finish up my project. Once he is back, Im left with the revision week which is not so hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having class later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-4687324378495115071?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4687324378495115071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4687324378495115071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#4687324378495115071' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-4401817853454971162</id><published>2007-01-17T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T01:55:22.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School has been of no interest to me. Dat explains my absence for 2 days. Lols. Melampau eh. Wat to do. Im just sick and tired of it lah. With projects to do and the endless tutorials. Mundane dats it. I have not been updating my tutorials too. Lazy. Only a step away to exams. Wake up for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite frustrated with the bf. The network connection is bad at his place. So often which the line will be cut off. Then I will call him back. But these 2 days, he just slept without answering my call. Great! The nearer you leaving me for Taiwan, the more you wana sleep n not talk to me. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N its left with today, tmr and fri. At 2359. he leaves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to think abt it at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-4401817853454971162?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4401817853454971162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4401817853454971162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#4401817853454971162' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-4639318459952834476</id><published>2007-01-16T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:10:23.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lols. I get replies. Funny ones but looks common there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am not that crazy lar to get engaged too early without any cash on hand.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to fana lah for making me feel the kawin kawin thingy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies here. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; yannur: wish granted. she read it herself. =) dun be sad ok. happy werking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; nurull: YES. but the point abt you I dun think is right. Haha. N sorry you are left without me in school. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; azlin: silap-silap kau yg kawin dulu. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; noris: yerp. im not getting engaged lar. hehe. lup you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; kak zi: haha. tunang eh? *bluek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; fana: its off darling. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not getting engaged. I really wana go KL lah. Air Asia gives free air tickets (excluding tax) till tis friday. Bt the departure dates are in d mth of may to oct. Its really tempting lar. Last day of confirmation is this friday. Still thinking. Hmmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-4639318459952834476?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4639318459952834476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4639318459952834476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#4639318459952834476' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-7584795721706830033</id><published>2007-01-16T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T02:50:38.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What if I say this...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earliest I am getting engaged is in June BUT getting married in abt 5 years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you wud think I am mad. Gila kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh bagi komen. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-7584795721706830033?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/7584795721706830033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/7584795721706830033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#7584795721706830033' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-2990221812335877498</id><published>2007-01-16T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T02:31:27.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do you feel, when the moment you open your eyes, your loved ones is by your side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is undescribeable. Its called love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime my darling talks to me, he will update me on his departure to Taiwan. He will say sth like, "4 days and 6 hrs to my departure." N everytime he says that, I will keep quiet, holding back those tears. He told me that ibu cried when talking on the fone with him. Haiz. Ni belum lagi gi. Kalau dah pergi ntah mcm mana lah nanti kat airport. Its confirmed that mak long is following us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is running very fast. PFP project is almost done. Just touching up of report, ppt and my speech. presentation on wed at 1030am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thursday is his dad's bdae and I have not done the card yet! Present will be bought on the day itself. Then friday wud be the bf leaving me! Only Allah knows how sad I am. 3 weeks is not that long but its quite awkward cos I am very close with him alr. Maybe i shud write wat I wana say to him when he comes back cos I might forget. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get my sleep cos I havent had a peaceful sleep 48 hrs ago!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-2990221812335877498?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/2990221812335877498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/2990221812335877498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#2990221812335877498' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-4349261344793060302</id><published>2007-01-13T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:06:21.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RakNxZvy7UI/AAAAAAAAACI/mSC7UBLJ7bA/s1600-h/Chalet+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019558402057235778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RakNxZvy7UI/AAAAAAAAACI/mSC7UBLJ7bA/s320/Chalet+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 20th Burfday Minah jembu ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norisda,&lt;br /&gt;the FIRST person I talked to in NYP,&lt;br /&gt;the kaki to cabut class with me (makan mee rebus! haha),&lt;br /&gt;my second BOSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite unwanted stuff that happens, we are still frens!&lt;br /&gt;The difference is, that skinny/cengkung gurl above has become chubby!&lt;br /&gt;Salute boss yang semangat gi gym. You go gurl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be bless with the best of everything. Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gambar classic beb! If you remember where eh. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bf is running a fever, thus the retail therapy today was cancelled. Tmr it shall be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-4349261344793060302?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4349261344793060302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4349261344793060302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#4349261344793060302' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><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/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RakNxZvy7UI/AAAAAAAAACI/mSC7UBLJ7bA/s72-c/Chalet+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-5294299982550943678</id><published>2007-01-13T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T01:13:34.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The boyfriend left for the 32km route march at tekong despite the heavy rain. The OC gila dats why lah. It was supposed to be last week but due to the heavy rain it was cancelled. Ryte after it was cancelled, the next few days dint rain. So this time, no mercy you know. N the rain and flood is worst than the previous week. Hope that he managed through it. I bet he is going to get feverish again. Bf tak leh kene hujan lah. How to go out like dat. My retail therapy to be brought forward as requested by his mum and due to unseen reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still planning wat I shud do with the money. I need to get presents first and dats the main thing. Shop for abang's stuff and if gt time for movie, why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I did sth which I do not like to do dat often that is to play game. I suck at it though. Too bad bf cant get my company on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My part for PFP is already done. To submit by tmr night. Do earlier the better. Now left with ppt only lah. I hope they will give me a fair share of things to say. Email on other projects to be compose soon. Latest by tmr night I think. Wait ok ppl. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana sleep after this. Nytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-5294299982550943678?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5294299982550943678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5294299982550943678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#5294299982550943678' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-170411861676523277</id><published>2007-01-12T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T01:13:15.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a week full of results from previous ICAs. Relatively ok lah but not wat I expected. Although I din fail any of it yet. Projects chiong-ing now. Deadlines are near. Boyfriend is expecting me to be there with him before he go Taiwan. Tuition starting. Sleep deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retail therapy! Soooo in need of that. Hope this Sunday wud be the day. Bugis. Beach Rd. Im coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-170411861676523277?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/170411861676523277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/170411861676523277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#170411861676523277' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-8644478469409086287</id><published>2007-01-09T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:46:37.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So you will expect me blogging on how much I am going to miss him, how much I want to see him, this and that and if you all 'meluat' or menyampah tgk those stuff, just forget abt reading my entry then. One month I am going to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 more days to the departure of my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His aunts wana send him, but I just hope that they wud back off cos I cant bear to see him cry. He cannot see alot of people. I think his parents and myself is enuf to make him cry a bucket of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im starting my usual tuition next week. With projects and exams soon, I am going to be a busy woman. Nt enuf sleep and chiong-ing of projects. While I struggle for that, bf will be there at Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will definitely sigh of relief cos he will not hear my naggings, my shouting, my venting of anger at him, my gila merepekness and of cos my pms-ing. Nevertheless he will miss talking on the fone with me, see my face when he is back, cutting of fingernails and cleaning of ear, spending the late nights together and having our meals together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be his first experience on a plane, leaving family for 3 weeks and nt contacting me for weeks. We usually contact every day and at most is abt a week he din call me, dats becos of field camp. This is 3 weeks man. So I really dunno how. Luckily I have projects to keep me occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I dun noe how to start it all off. It seems that I am not in the right mindset to start my projects. The lazy lazy mood is still there. I need to wake up seriously. WAKE UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so, I have to start doing my tutorial now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-8644478469409086287?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8644478469409086287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8644478469409086287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#8644478469409086287' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-131505393427694741</id><published>2007-01-08T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:01:44.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My tokngah (late grandma bro) just passed away just now at 8pm. I dun even get to see him. I was late for 5 mins. Me and my lenggang kangkong. I tot it wunt be that fast but it was. Ok no point regretting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is now I duno whether to go school or not cos there will be classes till 5 pm and gt ift and ib project discussion with tutor. then there will also be caa ica. Ya see hectic ryte. Haiz. I gt another 8 hours to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niwae, semoga rohnya ditempatkan dikalangan orang yg beriman insya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;-Alfatehah-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-131505393427694741?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/131505393427694741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/131505393427694741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#131505393427694741' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-1344752453629760206</id><published>2007-01-08T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T23:09:20.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Events happening on Saturday and Sunday not to be elaborated here. Those who know will know and who doesnt will never know. The one thing that is, I turned into a tigeress. Full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the heat of stressness due to the neverending and ALOT of projects as well as remaining two icas to be done. Below are those. A reminder for me, as well as NURUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;1) CAA Ica - 9/1 &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) IB Ica - 24/1&lt;br /&gt;3) PFPLI project - 17/1&lt;br /&gt;4) CB project - 26/1&lt;br /&gt;5) IFT project - 29/1&lt;br /&gt;6) CAA project - 29/1&lt;br /&gt;7) QM project - 5/2&lt;br /&gt;8) IB project - 6/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok shud get going. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-1344752453629760206?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1344752453629760206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1344752453629760206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#1344752453629760206' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-5973237938769339956</id><published>2007-01-05T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:53:40.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The long day was over. Got to sch VERY early. Got back my test paper n I passed! Tot that I wud fail. Heh. So have to do well for project. =) Skipped lecture and went for tuition. Spent 3 hours at Yasmin's house, which 2 hrs are tuition and the last hour talking. We will always have sth to talk about. Hehe. She's more like a fren than a student lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mazlan not calling today. He gt sth dunno what lah at Lim Chu Kang. Tmr late afternoon then he will be back. Nt meeting him tmr but wud do so on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with my first boss just now and tot of switching to wordpress like what she did. cos of the features lah. *envy* How I wished blogger has all that. Hmm. still thinking though. Wat you guys think? But sad you know, like wana break up with blogger like dat and go for sth else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlighten me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-5973237938769339956?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5973237938769339956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5973237938769339956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#5973237938769339956' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-413356193809080665</id><published>2007-01-05T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T01:08:45.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was indeed a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test was relatively easy. I managed to do all. i tot it was sooooo gonna be difficult like hell but thank god it wasnt. So the tot of giving up vanished. Since the boyfren accompanied me studying from 12am to almost 2am on the fone. It was amazing that I completed the notes. Haha. Gt interrupted by those talks, but its all worthwhile. Thanks awak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the earlier part of the day hit me real bad, I lost all my mood to study and kept crying. Went to eat at LJS with the sister and managed to cool down abit. Somehow, I tot and tot, I shudnt waste that 15%. Its ALOT ok. So I studied. At 1130pm. Haha. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test, went to access lab. wanted to do IFT project lah QM project lah but in the end not a single project is done. Heh. Accompanied Fana ranting out her anger and help her abit with the stuff and how fast time flies, its time for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go Cahaya for lunch initially but due to the shortage of time, we went to Sakura at Yishun. The we are actually my 3 bosses. Yup, I am their SECRETARY. 1st boss - Fana, 2nd boss - Noris, 3rd boss - Nurul. The secretary yang tak diberi gaji, sayalah orangnye. Takpe amal jariah eh. Thanks lah korang eh. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for class then off to Yishun cos the bf gt night's off. I put away all those -ve feelings and pulled through. Tuition was cancelled cos Yasmin was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day will be another long day. From 9am to 3pm without break. Teruk eh. Then I have 2 tuitions. Projects and ICAs are piling up. Get going ppl. Espescially ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enuf of blabbering. I wana do my tutorial and sleep. Nytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-413356193809080665?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/413356193809080665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/413356193809080665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#413356193809080665' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-4859746967026795577</id><published>2007-01-03T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:17:23.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a little relieved after I rant out almost everthing to sidekick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks many many lah. muacks muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for books books books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-4859746967026795577?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4859746967026795577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4859746967026795577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#4859746967026795577' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-4679722526619920623</id><published>2007-01-03T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T20:54:39.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess everyone might have started on their resolution and reflection on 2006/07. Im late but who cares ryte. So reflections first then resolution okays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 is a challenging year for me. It has got its ups and downs and I dunno I am happy or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out the year with my dear boyfie and as usual school is such a bore. Spending my time to n fro at sengkang with dear nenek. Hari Raya Haji with the people and to think that was the last for my beloved grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipp at CAAS was so so. That was when my nenek left all of us on th 30th Mar 06 at ard 4pm. It was indeed a great blow for me espescially cos she's the closest to me. Although you might see that I dint cry on the day, I was holding it all cos I was too sad to see the actual situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing was the bf having to serve the nation. A month or so before his NS I somehow reconcile with his parents and we got closer day by day. So he left but it was not as torturing as I tot. Im fine with that lah. Meeting him every weekend is fine for me. The bond between his mum and myself gt stronger and we became closer. His house is like my second home already and I am quite pleased with how it flows lah. Bf is also at home so we gt to spend time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started and I clicked with my sidekick farhana. We bitched, gossiped, skipped class, having mcd every monday. That was total love. muacks muacks muacks. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bday was nothing special this year except for the fact that I got a BIG SURPRISE PRESENT from someone who left me 4 years back. Thank you atok but its all gone now. =( Nak kasi lagi tak? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 months break was fully utilized with my bf, the preparation for hari raya, and also my endless tuition. Its good to see my kids excel and improve in their studies. My exam results was not fantastic at all and my gpa dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya this year is at my house due to the fact that my dad is the oldest. Ok so it was fun lah. But we cut short the trip and stuff. With tok ngah hospitalised. It was sad to see him suffer during festive season. He's getting better but I heard sth cropped up again. Hope you will get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact there's more events that happened and I wun go in detail lah. Boring ryte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my resolutions for 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) To be a better muslim&lt;br /&gt;2) Learn cooking ( baru kene marah tadi ngn mak mazlan. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;3) Graduate&lt;br /&gt;4) Get a stable job&lt;br /&gt;5) Revamp my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's abt it. Thinking of which, having resolution is useless sometimes cos you may tend not to follow it. Yup. Ok I need to study for my test tmr at 9am. I have not touch a single thing yet. So much of wanting to raise my GPA. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-4679722526619920623?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4679722526619920623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4679722526619920623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#4679722526619920623' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-4504751183940330305</id><published>2007-01-01T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:57:21.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>600th entry. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year. Quite oklah but not as fun as I expect. Pics will be uploaded soon when I get home. N also a new year greeting from Ahmad. Plain but abit cute i think lah. Just for sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait for my entry yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-4504751183940330305?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4504751183940330305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4504751183940330305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#4504751183940330305' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-6805801098104859470</id><published>2006-12-31T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T04:41:06.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>599th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 600th will be on the 1st day of 2007. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Salam aidiladha to all muslims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy 2007 to all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fast time flies yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have not sleep yet for today. Will be doing the final touch ups before helping my mum to cook! She's sleeping now. I might start first before she taking over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I actually did the marketing for her. N I was asking myself whether she had those rempah laksa or not but i dint ask her ah. I just kept quiet and have this great feeling that she forgotten to buy it. Bingo, she forgot all abt it. I guess I have to go and buy it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was not much of a help. She just clean her room, dats also with my mum's help and then she went to sleep. Great ryte. Hope when she wakes up she will help us chiong all the way lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the boyfriend might be fetching me tmr. I have alot of things to give to someone. Maybe can go and eat ice kacang with him. Cravings. Still dunno whether he is meeting Art or not. He's leaving for Brunei on the 2nd Jan. So kind of farewell lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets rewind abit to yesterday. After eating my Mcds, I rested for awhile before going to sleep. Then I was awake due to the cannot tahan stomach pain. Its awfully painful, like going for labour like that. I cried but no one to call to cos bf off his hp. As much as I do not wana go toilet, I dragged myself to the toilet and spent a &lt;s&gt;fruitful&lt;/s&gt; painful 30 mins inside. N now, my stomach is getting that pain bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a nap first. =) Enjoys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-6805801098104859470?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6805801098104859470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6805801098104859470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#6805801098104859470' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-7932516946507725118</id><published>2006-12-30T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T04:16:31.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9 months ago, the lady that I loved sooo much, left me and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th March 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-7932516946507725118?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/7932516946507725118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/7932516946507725118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#7932516946507725118' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-634767190295540112</id><published>2006-12-30T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:34:14.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My room is 60% done! I just need another hour to touch up on everything. Thanks to my mum again for not wanting to shift all her stuff to the next room. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in no mood for raya. Well looking at the state of the house it just spoilt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not eaten for today n now I want to savour my Double Cheeseburger. Makan free. Adek blanje lah. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-634767190295540112?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/634767190295540112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/634767190295540112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#634767190295540112' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-1850951601242699392</id><published>2006-12-29T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T01:24:27.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not compile ALL my tutorials and do the upcoming ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not clean my room yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not study for my upcoming ICAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PFPLI, I have not been looking into my other projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know I am going to start cleaning my room tmr, cos my mum has to do it cos of her stuff, so I hope and need assuarance that my room will be ready by tmr night. Its a must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to shop for my bagedil stuff. No one is to meddle with my things, if not the bagedil tak jadi like during raya aidilfitri. Dats the first time my bagedil big disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to help my mum clean the whole house. Looks like my sis is in a good mood, hope she will give out her fullest effort in helping us. Cos she has not been helping us a single bit since 2 years back. Im gona make her do more than wat I am going to do. Hah. Evil sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I have to do those things the ones at the top must be done too. If not Im gona be dead lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday after the gathering at my house, I will get ready to go overnight at a chalet, plus escaping to go here and there and celebrate raya with the bf on Mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be joining the bf to meet Art on Sunday. Its not confirm yet. Quite some time I met him. I din go watch abg play soccer last week so I missed out on that lah. He was there! Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to molek molek n tido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat malam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-1850951601242699392?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1850951601242699392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1850951601242699392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#1850951601242699392' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-6281695408325301274</id><published>2006-12-28T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:39:54.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I only knew abt the earthquake at Taiwan when the bf called me yesterday. Upon hearing him saying that the earhquake is near to where he is gona be in 3 weeks time, I felt 'sayu' with his so resah voice. Dun worry ok, insya Allah nothing bad gonna happen when you are there. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum added the mess in my room. Thanks eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days to Hari Raya Aidiladha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is done YET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-6281695408325301274?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6281695408325301274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6281695408325301274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#6281695408325301274' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-4695156996368934906</id><published>2006-12-27T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T03:01:23.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My PFPLI project is somewhere hanging in the middle. But insya Allah I will manage to do it by tmr. Dateline is on thursday though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day it rained. The bf gt nights off and met him at his house. Came late. I am 85% done with the total wrapping of the books. Hope to finish everything by tmr. I want to wash quite alot of stuff but with this kind of weather, my stuff will not dry dat fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to go buy Aliff's books and wrap it up. Hope to finish by 5pm and proceed home. To start cleaning my room and IF can, finish by tmr night before starting on my project. I hope the bf wud not have any nights off tmr. But if it rains, he might be out. N it just stop me from doing what I am supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time checked: 3:00am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana sleep now. Nytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-4695156996368934906?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4695156996368934906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4695156996368934906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#4695156996368934906' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-1045246880760840233</id><published>2006-12-25T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T23:10:09.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It coming to the end of Monday and the next thing you know, another new day come. N in just a short time, the weekend is here again. This is the last weekend before 2007 comes. I have ALOT to do to end my 2006. Namely, to do my projects, update on all my tutorials, clean my room, clean the house, go market to prepare the food for Sunday, make decisions on whether to go out during new year, and to prepare my upcoming ICAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think PFPLI suck big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in such a mood that I wana sleep all day long, doing nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 1230pm just now. The latest so far somewhere away from my hse. Hah. I guess I am going to wake up at ard the same time tmr also. The weather is so nice for sleeping. Temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fone is ringing. Dating the bf now! Nytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-1045246880760840233?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1045246880760840233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1045246880760840233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#1045246880760840233' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-4540814813188529162</id><published>2006-12-25T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:47:00.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First, my condolences to Mardhiah for the loss of her beloved father. Semoga rohnya dicucuri rahamat dan ditempatkan dengan orang orang yang beriman. Insya Allah. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too hurt to get this one sms from a particular someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I relate that to the bf and his mum, I wanted to cry but hold back my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N now, I feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop crybaby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-4540814813188529162?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4540814813188529162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4540814813188529162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#4540814813188529162' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-7138210300924364301</id><published>2006-12-22T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:36:50.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is exactly 3 years we get to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also our 33rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yerp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-7138210300924364301?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/7138210300924364301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/7138210300924364301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#7138210300924364301' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-4576870825937052571</id><published>2006-12-21T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T02:37:24.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time is passing by fast and today is Thursday. I have not been doing what I am supposed to do, like cleaning my room. My wardrobe, needs a change - tidying up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to get started on my project. Will do it after tuition. I have 2 tuitions later. I need to go and wrap up Uncle Hassan's kids books. 3 of them. Aunty Yaya's kids are done except for Aliff. Sec sch posting later! Tag me Amalina. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've send out an email on IFT to the other 3 angels. Read that ok!&lt;br /&gt;Consumer Banking wud be next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment ago before midnight, I was thinking about my life. What SHE say abt relationship. Why cant SHE understand what is the meaning of LOVE? Its not dat SHE dint went thru that. SHE's worst lah. SHE dated her hubby when SHE is in Sec 3!! I am going through what SHE went through. Why cant I feel that part of life? Why can SHE? Experienced? No I dun think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So SHE was like 'advising' me on relationship. But I am going to put that aside. Cos I always believe that whatever we wana achieve, it must come from our own hardwork. Then wat you get is worth wat you gave out. Satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes to my relationship. I work hard to make that happen, and I do not want SHE or anyone else to be the destroyer! I hope SHE understands that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you understand what I am going thru boyfren. Its hard on me to cope and juggle with everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-4576870825937052571?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4576870825937052571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4576870825937052571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#4576870825937052571' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-6371701890597719841</id><published>2006-12-20T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:06:21.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It rained all day. Its going on for a few days already. N I guess it will not stop till January. Thank goodness that I am having my holidays now. If not its gonna be very draggy to go to school, in such a nice weather to SLEEP. Too bad, those doing TEP have to go to sch everyday! Haha. Its nice you know to be under ur blankets, in ur own comfy, with bantals. Haha. Not hard computer tables. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enuf of that. Here are some pics that I took on Sunday during the i-dunno-who-whats-their-name wedding. Its somebody related to mazlan though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RYgSAcDjCbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GtbLRc3IXZY/s1600-h/PICT0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010274384190048690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RYgSAcDjCbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GtbLRc3IXZY/s320/PICT0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride n the groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RYgSeMDjCcI/AAAAAAAAACA/OIeDSLTXOkE/s1600-h/PICT0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010274895291156930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RYgSeMDjCcI/AAAAAAAAACA/OIeDSLTXOkE/s320/PICT0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future bride and groom Insya Allah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Im fat huh? Time to shed weights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok other pics up in the next entry. I am having probs with blogger uploading of photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-6371701890597719841?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6371701890597719841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6371701890597719841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#6371701890597719841' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><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/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RYgSAcDjCbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GtbLRc3IXZY/s72-c/PICT0191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-3789711276151996306</id><published>2006-12-18T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:33:10.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have pictures to resize and upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to upload alot of videos on the wedding that I attended on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have projects to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wrap up the kid's books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it has been raining non-stop, SLEEP is the best ever thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Nyte ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-3789711276151996306?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/3789711276151996306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/3789711276151996306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#3789711276151996306' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-547525858202983910</id><published>2006-12-17T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T00:08:05.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can I say something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you you and you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-547525858202983910?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/547525858202983910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/547525858202983910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#547525858202983910' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-5310962080758469619</id><published>2006-12-15T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T22:59:54.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>N so my presentation sucks. Sucked to the max lah. We are the last group. Exceeded the time by almost an hour. Sth wrong with the ppt. I send the wrong ppt to my mail (&lt;em&gt;feeling stupid akibat tak tido&lt;/em&gt;) My slide was presented by Desmond Tan. So cock up ryte. Nvm its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I did not sleep the whole day ytd, I reached for the katil the moment I reach Sengkang. Haha. N I had 3 hours of sleep. Alah 3 hours only. Tmr I cant wake up dat late cos I need to clean the house before going out. That's the catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to spend my weekends with the bf before starting on my project(s) on Monday. I need a break lah. I wana watch the holiday. Bf, consider it tmr ok. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Iloveyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 is leaving us in 2 weeks time. How fast time flies. The happy times, the sad times. ALOT of things happen for a reason. N I am grateful that I have nice people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of year also means that I need to do up a new resolutions. Did I manage to fulfill 2006 resolutions? Haha. I duno. I have to check. Resolutions will come in later of the week ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im waiting for bf to call and sleep. Nytes ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-5310962080758469619?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5310962080758469619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5310962080758469619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#5310962080758469619' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-8393222939222746005</id><published>2006-12-15T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T05:14:24.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 5am and I am still not asleep. I sort of just finish my project which is to be submitted later. I was only joking saying that I will not be sleeping tonyte and bingo I dint sleep. Once the presentation is over at 12nn, I am going back to sengkang and sleep. Now cannot tahan already. Must focus on my presentation. I havent write up my speech yet. Will do it later. Have to be in sch at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays holidays holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-8393222939222746005?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8393222939222746005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8393222939222746005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#8393222939222746005' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-561037966719373448</id><published>2006-12-13T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:06:22.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The 2 ICAs are over. I sucked at both of them. Tulah tak nak belajar siang siang kan. Im left with IB presentation on Friday. Tmr sch at 3 to 6. Guess I am in the mood for holidays. Yes. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfren will only be back tmr. So no calling today. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Fana for saying that becos of me n nurul, your obsession for weddings came back. HAHA. Thanks to you lah that I am going to drag the boyfriend to see the decos this weekend. After friday we can oogle and drool over it again ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RYAVq7Q4Q5I/AAAAAAAAABs/-l51nX9l_iE/s1600-h/miangscopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008026612843168658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RYAVq7Q4Q5I/AAAAAAAAABs/-l51nX9l_iE/s320/miangscopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'curi' from noris blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for the comment lah cik noris yer. Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok its time to rest. I need it badly. Nytes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-561037966719373448?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/561037966719373448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/561037966719373448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#561037966719373448' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RYAVq7Q4Q5I/AAAAAAAAABs/-l51nX9l_iE/s72-c/miangscopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-4771626478432489407</id><published>2006-12-13T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:35:36.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im somewhat at a dangerous zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NOT STUDIED FOR MY ICAs LATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tulah gatal tadi tgk vcd fana's cuzin wedding n surf for the website kan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah sape skrg? Fana? Me? Nurul? Wedding Decor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the wedding as well as the decors. Why must be sooo nice and make me and d rest drool over it? Betul kan korang korang korang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I am not going to be late and have the time to study for my ICAs. Nytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-4771626478432489407?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4771626478432489407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4771626478432489407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#4771626478432489407' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-2172170485625050169</id><published>2006-12-11T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:06:22.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am supposed to start studying or at least do abit of my projects but I dint cos IB stuff are at home. =p So while waiting for the time to go for tuition, I changed kak zi's blogskin and I am going to change my blogskin soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been on the high up lately. Maybe the NS has knocked some sense in mazlan's head. Haha. Getting close to his mum is sth that I did not expect cos if you were to flashback my past, our relationship was too rocky to even think abt it and maybe that chance that we gave for each other somehow brought us back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my grandma left me, I was a lil lost as I now only have my boyfren. Somehow he had tried sooo hard to get me and his mum together. After that meeting at Cik Yati's house in April, all change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for his enlistment day, we did went out but mostly were spent at his house. After that it gets more often that I am very familiar with the house and sort of like being a part of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months after he is in NS, things changed alot. The boyfie became more romantic, always want me to be with him, wants me to go his house when he is not at home. I was at first shy lah but then its quite normal for me already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mum is now the lady that I would go to if I have anything or probs or just for a 'fren' to talk to. I am comfortable with her, although she is abit 'loud' but she's nice. She's also a good gossip partner. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RXz7FrEbiTI/AAAAAAAAABg/nqm-lVmXOKs/s1600-h/IMG_2561.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RXz7FrEbiTI/AAAAAAAAABg/nqm-lVmXOKs/s320/IMG_2561.0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007152960608373042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear boyfren,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything. No words could describe the amount of happiness that I am going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;gurlfren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 days to Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;20 days to New Year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekends are booked by the boyfie and his mum. There's a whole load of plans and they are yet to be confirmed. I am looking forward for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for a change of blogskin. N tuition. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-2172170485625050169?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/2172170485625050169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/2172170485625050169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#2172170485625050169' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><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/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RXz7FrEbiTI/AAAAAAAAABg/nqm-lVmXOKs/s72-c/IMG_2561.0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-6754267685944877752</id><published>2006-12-10T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:55:02.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekends past by soo quickly that its already the last week of school. I have a whole load of ICAs to be done and great I have not even started it yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IB project is driving me nuts. As much as I dun like the module, I have to face it and play my part. This module suck lah. Greatest thanks to Desmond Tan. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed is IFT written test and also PFPLI e-quiz. I guess that's all that I have for the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up kinda late today. At 10+. Had tosai. Yessa finally man. The bf bought it for me. =) spent the time ironing his clothes, chatted with him and his mum - about marriage and house AGAIN. Then we went to his maklong house cos its her bdae today. Then went to another aunt house. Ate again there and get home to send the bf to boonlay. I sent him off and back to Tamp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the MRT we had our intense heart to heart talk. I always love that kind of talks but why must it be short seh. We always have this kind of talk when we only have like little time to spare. I wanted to cry also bt just hold it back lah. I was also amazed that I cud be sooo close to his mum now. Ya its hard to describe it lah but we do share secrets. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess now the only person(s) that I will confide to when I have probs is my bf, maybe the bestfren and maybe his mum. Well I am much more comfortable with the bf and his mum now. Sorry to say this but I guess frens cant b trusted, even how nice they are. Spoke to the boyfren and he understands me well. Thank you so much syg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I have class tmr. Nytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-6754267685944877752?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6754267685944877752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6754267685944877752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#6754267685944877752' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-7629333187350310891</id><published>2006-12-09T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T23:48:37.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So as planned today, the bf and I had our fair share of time together. Its nice of course. Having to serve him, 'cook' for him. Haha. Dah bleh kawin ke belum eh abg? *Bluek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner was also planned a few days back, which is having KFC. His maklong also came. With the small kido. When we eat sth happened and the bf actually shouted and scold the boy. I was shocked to see dat cos the bf is not the sort who always scold a child. Then I hold back my laughter. Its rare to see him scold but it was indeed a funny thing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I wana continue watching John Tucker must die (its my 3rd time!). Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-7629333187350310891?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/7629333187350310891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/7629333187350310891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#7629333187350310891' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-6027232575130834064</id><published>2006-12-08T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T00:02:30.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I skipped school. That was so impromptu cos I was already out of the house to go Yishun to take bf house key. Then I shud be going to school and there is also IB meeting. When I reached there, I felt lazy and since i have nt skipped it before, I din go school. Heh. Stayed there. Till its time to go to Boonlay to meet bf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew my mum will be going to TTSH for a medical checkup and what i din knw is that she was warded for a few hours. So my sis was the one who fetched her from hospital just now. Sorry lah yer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am quite sleepy now. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-6027232575130834064?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6027232575130834064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6027232575130834064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#6027232575130834064' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-1892436395237742621</id><published>2006-12-07T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:40:44.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ICA was relatively easy if I had study hard enuf. But I think I secured 12% already. I hope to get ard 15 or 16 out of 20 marks. 2 marks is definitely gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week's ICA wud be IB presentation, IFT tutorial and e-quiz and PFPLI equiz. Busy week. I have IB project to do now but I am soo sleepy. I skipped IB lecture just now. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to rant abt stuff here but it seems that I cant cos the ppl might be reading my blog. Y din blogger implement entry password. (I can feel that you are laughing fana!) Nvm I rant to 2 ppl alr. N the bf will get to hear that also. *bluek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the bf will come back tmr. He rindu me already. Haha. So meet faster. Funny you know how he say he rindu me. Org slalu ckp I miss you. Tapi when nak letak fone dia ckp Rindu you lah. Cute kan. Susah bf nak ckp mcm tu. Hehe. Hope he will call me earlier today. He called me at 2am ytd tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lil outdated but still not so basi lah. Just for entertainment. The bdae cake cutting. The gorgeous lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kn1yL1nRXoc" width="300" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-1892436395237742621?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1892436395237742621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1892436395237742621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#1892436395237742621' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-5217162033593754280</id><published>2006-12-06T10:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:50:46.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I reach school exactly at 830am. Earlier than those who are doing TEP. Amazing huh. I should do this for tmr also. Sidekick nak gi skola sesama? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One ICA down. I did pretty well lah. For a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did study. Yes I studied ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat explains the relatively high marks I got. Its equiz btw. So tikam tikam pon ok ape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr ICA gonna be a written one. I hope to do quite well tmr. I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im motivated to study after seeing high marks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date with Fana n Noris at Banquet Wdlnds. Thinking wat to eat. Lols. Tuition later and No ngaji. Study. BF outfield. Coming back late I guess so. His morning msg made my day. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-5217162033593754280?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5217162033593754280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5217162033593754280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#5217162033593754280' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-8386570917245562866</id><published>2006-12-06T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:16:44.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At this time, I have completed my CAA lecture 2 while my lecture one is only 2 pages done. It has more of theory so I will leave it till morning to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reading time was disrupted when the bf called. N we talked. He told me that his mum asked him why I never call her. Haha. He say I was bz with projects. Its true lah I was bz with ICA and project. I actually have the time to call and I am VERY tempted to call her bt I hold it back so as to collect all the things I wana say and say it out one day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mum also told him that she is lonely. Cos only left with the two of them(his mum n dad) at home lah. Then I also never call her. Poor thing. I will call her on Thursday I guess so. Haha. Let her rindu me. Yikes maizura you so perasan ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch date with Fana and Noris tmr! No fastfood ok gurls. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;p/s: you owe me a gd nyte kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-8386570917245562866?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8386570917245562866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8386570917245562866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#8386570917245562866' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-4760010650125378351</id><published>2006-12-05T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:56:44.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am determined to start my revision for tmr ICA as soon as possible. After blogging. Yes. Blog first then study. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share a story. I have a fren(a girl) who is soooo obsessed with another girl that she has really really fallen in love with her. She is not a lesbian cos the other girl has a bf. Gross you may think but its more of being a sicko lah. I think that fren of mine is sick and tired of dating guys thats why she resorted to admiring that girl. This is a precaution to take. Espescially to my other peeps. Beware of her ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a lil irritated when she says she loved her and wana be like her. Sick in the brain lah you. To you, I know you read my blog. Haha. Sorry but I wana let this out. You sicko. Stop with your H.....H ok. N do not go to her blog everytime during lab hours. You are sick lah. Haha. *bluek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boyfriend. He has been asking me whether I wana watch him play soccer this saturday. I guess i might be following. If I am not needed by his mum. Then we gonna have dvd marathon. John tucker must die and the break up and longest yard and heart. I watched 2 of the stories but bcos of Love, I am going to accompany him watch. As requested by him. Nak manje konon. *bluek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 ICAs. HOpe to fair at least a pass. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just said I miss my boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I MISS YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I MISS YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I MISS YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;p/s: I love you also. Muacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-4760010650125378351?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4760010650125378351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4760010650125378351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#4760010650125378351' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-2323590395562493798</id><published>2006-12-04T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:06:24.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RXQHvWAuaNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-i5zzINRXHc/s1600-h/01-12-06_1611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004633595859331282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RXQHvWAuaNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-i5zzINRXHc/s320/01-12-06_1611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trio on the way to Vivocity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RXQH72AuaOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0N4pbiv0CSU/s1600-h/01-12-06_1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004633810607696098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RXQH72AuaOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0N4pbiv0CSU/s320/01-12-06_1701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 'car'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RXQICWAuaPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/trN5j7D3U6k/s1600-h/01-12-06_1707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004633922276845810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RXQICWAuaPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/trN5j7D3U6k/s320/01-12-06_1707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princesses. Actually cannot take photo here. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RXQIJmAuaQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LqTn4rVs2J8/s1600-h/01-12-06_1726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004634046830897410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RXQIJmAuaQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LqTn4rVs2J8/s320/01-12-06_1726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RXQIQ2AuaRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0zvsC7U9q_k/s1600-h/01-12-06_1727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004634171384949010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RXQIQ2AuaRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0zvsC7U9q_k/s320/01-12-06_1727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RXQIjGAuaSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fEXxWr-BPLM/s1600-h/22-11-06_1822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004634484917561634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RXQIjGAuaSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fEXxWr-BPLM/s320/22-11-06_1822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bf's anak sedara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RXQI7WAuaTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TDnH5WXZ_BA/s1600-h/02-12-06_1943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004634901529389362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RXQI7WAuaTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TDnH5WXZ_BA/s320/02-12-06_1943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;N so my adorable baby Raudhah down with chicken pox. Get well soon cos Im visiting you next week. Muacks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to do IFT tutorial, IB tutorial as well as the project research. I also need to fold the baju. Alot of things to do lah. I hope I can do it. Superwoman not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A long day awaits me tmr. Icas on Wed and Thursday. Shits man I have not even study it lah. Buck up maizura. Pls do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-2323590395562493798?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/2323590395562493798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/2323590395562493798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#2323590395562493798' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3WTnwwetdQ/RXQHvWAuaNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-i5zzINRXHc/s72-c/01-12-06_1611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-8399745522392186715</id><published>2006-12-02T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T22:41:10.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>N so my thursday was fine. Went for tuition, then to Sengkang to return back the Hikmah dvd. I watched it all. Yey. Then went to school and off to go Yishun with the girls. Then to bf house and back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday went to school. Went for my FIRST IFT lecture when its already the third lesson. Haha. Finally Sandra Teo masters the adjustment of lights. Haha. Impressive. Then I went off to Sengkang and brought the 2 girls, Umairah and Asyurah to VivoCity. Thought of bringing them to the playground there but it was close due to the opening ceremony. Coincidentally, when I just reached there, the bf called and said that he got night's off and will be heading home. So ape lagi, ke rumah dia lah ngn 2 pompuan tu. Had our dinner and stayed for awhile before going back to Sengkang. Sleeping over cos the parents and 2 boys went to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pictures soon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went back home to change and take some stuff. Abang 'fetched' me at Tampines and off we went to Yishun. Eat, rested for awhile before heading for a karaoke session which doesnt even look like what I have expected cos basically there's only us and bf's maklong yang dia sayang sekali. Haha. Its somebody's wedding but I am not sure whose. N now the bf is back in camp cos tmr he will have todo his guard duty. His first after exactly 6 months in NS. Good luck darling. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N so I have an ICA to be completed by tmr, updating of ALL my tutorials and equizes. I need to do my IB ICA soon. Term break is in 3 weeks time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok gtg. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am getting lazy to blog each day. =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-8399745522392186715?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8399745522392186715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8399745522392186715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#8399745522392186715' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-1578307629107448935</id><published>2006-11-29T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:04:06.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really hope I am going to have a very peaceful night rest today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I purposely left all my books at Yishun. So I do not need to do my tutorial. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, the boyfriend is not by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, its been awhile I got to sleep at my own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I seriously need a rest. A relaxing one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been days and I cant feel my boyfriend's presence. Ok I am exaggerating. Even the bf says the same thing. We cant feel that we spent our time together yet almost 24/7 my days are with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sth shocking happened when I was there. Its a normal monday lah. I got school, tuition then ngaji. So when I reached there, Hikmah just started. Cik Rahimah was there also. So I salam-ed cik rahimah and his mum lah. For the bf, he will kis both his parents after he salam-ed them. But not for me. Then out of a sudden, bf mum say "You never kiss me eh" I was shocked lah. My mulut ternganga jap. Hehe. Then I just gave her a peck on the cheek and she did the same too. Paiseh you know. Then after that its gonna become a routine lah. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some outdated pics. Sunday pics to Vivo City. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/1600/100111/PICT0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/320/804373/PICT0176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear boyfie and me. waiting for train. thanks sunlight for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/1600/958556/PICT0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/320/580277/PICT0177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/1600/917980/PICT0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/320/344374/PICT0183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly its me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I go sch with this baju, Lancaster dengan selambanye say this,"Maizura you pregnant ah?" Ape jer. Then I jawab saying that I am fat. Lols. My aunty yaya also say I look like I am pregnant. This type of baju will always make you look big lah. N I am into maternity dresses also. For now. Haha. Fat already mah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok I am waiting for boyfriend to call and sleep. Nytes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-1578307629107448935?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1578307629107448935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1578307629107448935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#1578307629107448935' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-5150588122852533032</id><published>2006-11-29T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T10:50:45.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have something to declare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really dead this semester. I am really lost now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun have the mood to do my tutorial, no drive to even study and my ICA is coming up next week! Which also means that Projects are coming up too! Sucks you know. N to think that its towards the end of the third week I start school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Boyfie has been at home since Friday and today he will be back to camp. I have fruitfully spent the 6 days with him, now feeling of not wanting him to go back is there. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aiyah he is coming back on Saturday ok maizura. Hang on, a few more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wana catch a movie with him. Its been ages lah we went to movie. I have no idea wat we are going to do this weekend. Might be spending the day at home with him. All my cousins are going off to Malaysia this weekend for a wedding of one of my kakak sedara. Only my family are not going. Furthermore, period is such a leceh thing to handle when in Malaysia. Zz&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;zz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ended my lesson. Lols. Such a waste of time. I might not go for the seminar. I want to go yishun. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update soon ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-5150588122852533032?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5150588122852533032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5150588122852533032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#5150588122852533032' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-8669517168991719952</id><published>2006-11-28T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T11:55:31.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, was supposed to do my tutorials after I came back from ngaji. BUT wat did I do? Watch hikmah dvd with the bf n family till the end. I surrendered 2 hours before the whole thing ends. I cannot tahan already. But they stayed up till 4am lah. Semangats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutorials not done and I woke up late for school. Waiting for a cab can be so challenging. I waited for almost an hour and I had to miss my PFP tutorial. Sucks lah. My attendance is teruk already. Luckily I managed to get the tutorial answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dunno whether I shud do the IB tutorial anot. Haiz. Cramps. Why this time man. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I guess I need to get things done and get sth to munch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-8669517168991719952?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8669517168991719952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8669517168991719952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#8669517168991719952' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-2347616023102001435</id><published>2006-11-26T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T01:01:23.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friday was a terrible one. In the exception of getting to meet the boyfie dat day, the earlier part was teruk. I was very early for school. In fact too early. So I wasted my time at home before going out a lil earlier to take the bus. When I reached Yishun it was raining heavily. I tot of taking a cab but there's no cab available. So I was late! N I dint go for tutorial. Which left Siti alone and we are in deep shit. *Sorry* Skipped lecture as usual and went to hunt for last min stuff to make the card. Then headed to Yishun. Ibu came back and waited for abang to come home also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfie came back and we went to the pasar malam. Johan came, ate and was 'forced' to sleep over! Ibu paksa lah. Ugut nak kunci pintu lah tak kasi kluar lah ape jer seh. My plan spoil you noe nak bli present n stuff. Dah kene bedek ckp nak jumpe kawan lah padahal nk bli barang seh. It was a lil kelam kabut and byk sembunyi sembunyi lah but luckily boyfie mum tak prasan. Hehe. So befoe going out to Cik yati's house, we wished her and gave her the prezzie. We got kissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lotsa ppl there and the cake cutting session was nice. Ibu was gorgeous lah at that time. Video taken. Talked, layan budak budak and went home. Some random pics that I/Mr boyfie took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/1600/549894/PICT0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/320/699609/PICT0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bdae card n pressie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/1600/331693/PICT0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/320/245636/PICT0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bdae boy and gurl in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/1600/885470/PICT0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/320/134604/PICT0154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore - Top view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/1600/681630/PICT0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/320/376325/PICT0155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East Cost beach - Top view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/1600/521782/PICT0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/320/412385/PICT0149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us before going out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*OUTDATED*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/1600/605023/PICT0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/320/178879/PICT0145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us afer jalan raya. There's alot but one is enuf. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am schooling at 9am today. N I am not sleepy yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf, you owe me sth okay. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-2347616023102001435?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/2347616023102001435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/2347616023102001435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#2347616023102001435' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-3077375851001146164</id><published>2006-11-25T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T23:44:52.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY 46TH BIRTHDAY CIK NANI (IBU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's gorgeous. I fell in love with her today. Thanks for taking care of me these few days. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/1600/663041/bdae%20ibu%2046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4319/1204/320/754944/bdae%20ibu%2046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her bdae postcard front cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will talk more tmr lah. Comp lag nak mampos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-3077375851001146164?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/3077375851001146164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/3077375851001146164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#3077375851001146164' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-9013494110560289681</id><published>2006-11-23T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:45:28.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am having the worse time of the month. I am really sick. After so long of being healthy. I had a fever on Monday evening which melarat till I cant take it anymore. I went for Consumer Banking lab but gave PFP lab amiss. Went to doc but asked for mc for thurs only. Tot Nurul cud sign my attendance for the seminar but she came late. Suay lah. If not I can ask for Mc for wednesday also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent the day at d Bf house. Slept over lah. I was monitored sooo badly dat I cant skip my medicine. Lols. I slept most of my time there. Just now morning I had a bath. Then I baring baring lah in bf room then ibu at the end of the katil sitting talking on the fone. My running nose was bad. Then when I go out wanting to throw the tissue, I saw blood. My nose is bleeding. The mucus is mixed with blood. Showed ibu but I forgot that she cant see blood. Heh. Jgn marah. That happens till abt 6 plus before I fall asleep while writing out again my consumer banking lab answers. Now there's no more blood. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tmr. I need to get ibu's bdae card ready by tmr. N her present. Maybe will go out with the bf for awhile lah. He's coming back at ard noon. I finish school at 3. Will be getting him his high school musical vcd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am very sleepy. I wanted to do tutorials but I just cant. Sleepy lah. The medicine effect. Ok I just pull out the tissue and i saw the bloody mucus. Ok this is getting serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana sleep alr. Nytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-9013494110560289681?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/9013494110560289681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/9013494110560289681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#9013494110560289681' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-2063243541330599978</id><published>2006-11-22T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T10:10:05.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dragged myself to school although I knew tat my body condition doesnt permit me to do so. Wat to do attendance nye pasal. MC is not counted what so crap ryte. Cab down to school. If it happens everyday, I am going bankrupt. I might give seminar amiss and will go to doc. Might drop by Yishun to sleep. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical starting soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-2063243541330599978?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/2063243541330599978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/2063243541330599978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#2063243541330599978' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-1741125054083558552</id><published>2006-11-21T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:27:12.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have drafted an entry before this abt my weekends but I think its quite boring and long so I decide to just summarise it only lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically from thursday to sunday I am busy with my boyfren. Spend the time with him. Helped his mum. We jalan raya. Went to kenduri arwah. Watched vcd. Slept beside the laptop while he surfed the net. Ok I cant sleep when he is ard but this time, Im just too tired to think that he is beside me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too contented that 4 days I get to meet him. I am a happy gurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N so after being happy, I became sick. I am now having fever and bad flu. Since monday evening. Very lethargic you know. Got loads of tutorials summore. Haiz. I still gt pictures to upload but I guess I will do it when I am really well. Next week probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSLE result will be out on thursday at 12 noon. Ok I am scared. Very scared. Good luck to the 5 of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get my rest and do my tutorials. Nytes. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-1741125054083558552?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1741125054083558552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/1741125054083558552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#1741125054083558552' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-5832561587768065220</id><published>2006-11-15T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:22:58.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A proper entry it wud be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, after returning home from the bf's house, my back suddenly hurts. I dunno why maybe the pain from the front dah transfer to the back kot. As usual 'complaint' to the bf and his mum. Nagging got in return and I went to sleep shortly after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining daily and the weather is always cold at night. So I have not been using the fan for a few days. As well as yesterday. My back hurts too much tat even when I am sleping, I can suddenly woke up to stop the pain lah. So the first time it struck me, I woke up and realise that the fan is on! Who wud have gone into my room and on the fan. There's only my dad n bro at home. I dun think the both of them will do dat. So who can it be? I have been thinking the negative but I hope its not lah. Bf n family wud know lah wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was a few mins late for class. I think I am going to like the CAA class. I think. Haha. Not sure yet. But one thing that I am sure about is that I am going to dread Consumer Banking. The notes sucks to the max lah. N the tutorials are vague. The tutor is the worst. He just sound like lester. I dun understand what he is trying to explain. So all the best people for these module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lesson end, I had lunch with Nurul and Siti at south. Then proceed on to go home. I listened to the mp3 and slept. Furthermore it rained halfway through the journey. Then my back pain struck. I woke up from sleep. Then a few secs later, received an sms from bf. Ape lagi bebual lah pat fone till I reach home. It was nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to Iman Kindergarten to take Asyurah's report book and went for tuition. Then headed to Sengkang. Stayed there for a while before going to the bf's house. We thought that he will have his night's off but kita tertipu! So I spent my time there by talking to the mum and did my tutorials. Went back at 930pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf called again when I am about to reach Tampines interchange. Talked till 11 and off he went to sleep. So I blog lah. Hehe. While enduring the pain. Now I dun feel it that much. But when I am going to stand later, amik kau sakitnyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pack my bag, hang back the blazer, set the alarm clock and sleep. Going to the bf's house tmr to gulung popiah. Haha! Tak abis abis lah. Hope to meet him too. Miss you many many tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nytes poeple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-5832561587768065220?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5832561587768065220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5832561587768065220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#5832561587768065220' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-4146253598458011119</id><published>2006-11-15T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T14:37:31.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not know my real feelings ryte now. I want to cry actually. Cos the pain is unbearable. The back pain is worst than a heavily pregnant woman's back pain. I cant turn properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sleeping all day. But no I cant coz I need to take Asyurah's report book and go for tuition. I might b giving ngaji a miss. The bf might have his night's off so might be meeting him. But I hope it will just be tmr then. Cos I need a rest. N I have tutorials to do. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts. hurts. hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope when I go out later I wunt bump into anyone. With my pale face, no mood to talk, better not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I think I wana go on a hiatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-4146253598458011119?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4146253598458011119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/4146253598458011119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#4146253598458011119' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-5435063484844079707</id><published>2006-11-14T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:09:49.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found bf's mp4. Its at my sis cupboard. :) I was damn worried sick, thinking that it might get lost. I can listen to it tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole load to blog about but now i kind of forget.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I am talking to bf! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he cud come back on Fri.&lt;br /&gt;Pls pls pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I miss you like crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-5435063484844079707?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5435063484844079707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5435063484844079707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#5435063484844079707' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-5296799237747615438</id><published>2006-11-14T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:55:02.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was early for school. I mean I reached the interchange at the usual time. 8:10am. N what time did the bus come? 8:30am. What time is my class? 9:ooam. great lah. Somehow I reached class at 9:15am. I feel like shouting at the interchange asking where is the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now I am a lil worried. Mr bf's Mp3 is not with me! I remember I put it in my bag. So just pray hard that its at home. Pray hard. If not bf gonna be mad I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's IFT lab. Waiting for Sandra Teo to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update at nyte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-5296799237747615438?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5296799237747615438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/5296799237747615438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#5296799237747615438' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-7289675441701700660</id><published>2006-11-13T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:50:41.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think the pain at my kidney area has got me real lazy and tired to do anything. Its been there since 2 days back. I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain in there is one of the reason why I cudnt wake up on time to school. It hurts tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-7289675441701700660?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/7289675441701700660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/7289675441701700660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#7289675441701700660' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-8270905761725541171</id><published>2006-11-13T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:00:19.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My prediction was right. I dint managed to wake up on time for Quality Management tutorial! I woke up late and I skip it. Enjoyed a lil longer sleep and came for the 2 lectures. So the guys and some girls asked me why I din go for the tutorial. Haha. Someone even say I turned wilder. Ape jer budak tu. Asal boleh aje lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecture was ermm boring. I can forsee I am gonna skip the lectures often. Oopsss. Then slacked at ibrc before going to sengkang and tuition and to hougang mall with mat prasan and back for ngaji. After ngaji Ibu called and we talked for more than an hour. Till I am abt 100m away from my house. As least I am not bored to death. I am waiting for mr boyfie to come back tmr. I hope he will give me a surprise call earlier than usual. Im waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tmr schooling at 9am. Ibu offered to wake me up but I rejected. Paiseh ah. Haha. Ok I need to do my normal chores before sleeping. Not so late I hope so. Nytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-8270905761725541171?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8270905761725541171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8270905761725541171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#8270905761725541171' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-6757132763538998431</id><published>2006-11-12T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:46:25.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to jalan raya in the morning. Then rushed til 4 like dat. Then quickly go home to get changed and went for the orang kahwin. I tot of not going but since the parents wanted to go then I have to accompany them lah. I was abit nervous lah but all went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached there, the kids yg know me came to salam me. My dad said, "Banyak yg kenal kau." Haha. Ok then went to cari Ibu ape lagi. Salam salam, ibu temankan makan and duduk jap. Nana and Ibu sang. Talked to ibu. Wait for ibu to give nasi minyak to bring home. When on the way to send my mum to werk, dad asked me whether all the cuzins aunt know me alr. I just simply said ya. I put that to a stop. I cant help it being bombarded with questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is offically the starting of school. Welcome back to school people.&lt;br /&gt;I need more sleep if not i cant wake up tmr. 9am tutorial. Confirm sekejap nak mampos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k nytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-6757132763538998431?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6757132763538998431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/6757132763538998431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#6757132763538998431' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867487.post-8195365852197396066</id><published>2006-11-12T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:55:25.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had post an entry but was not published. Thanks lah. Nasib not so long the entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget abt the entry. I am not gonna repeat wat I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not mentioned in the previous entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my boyfriend lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really do. Balik cepat ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867487-8195365852197396066?l=myzurah87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8195365852197396066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867487/posts/default/8195365852197396066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myzurah87.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#8195365852197396066' title=''/><author><name>Myzurah87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
