<?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-6759352</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:28:04.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;:herstory.</title><subtitle type='html'>girly intoxicated with her life.
thatCHIQA://princess.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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>349</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-115809094884795492</id><published>2006-09-13T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T04:00:23.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Million Miles Away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/825/382/1600/hwewe.png"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/825/382/320/hwewe.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;here we lay face to face once again&lt;br /&gt;silence cuts like a knife as we pretend&lt;br /&gt;and i'm wondering who will be to first to say what we both know&lt;br /&gt;we're just holding on to could have beens and we should be letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like your a million miles away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as your lying here with me tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i can't even find the words to say, i can't find a way to make it right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and we both know that the stories ending, we play the part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but we're just pretending and i can't hide the tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cause even though your here, it feels like your a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it me, or was it you that broke away? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for what we were is like a season love is change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and everytime i think about it, it tears me up inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like the rivers of emotion, but i got no more tears to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can try to talk it over, but we walked that road before, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;while our song is playing its last note, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we both know for sure that its time to close that door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight, love.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-115809094884795492?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/115809094884795492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=115809094884795492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115809094884795492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115809094884795492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/09/million-miles-away.html' title='A Million Miles Away.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-115804043043994790</id><published>2006-09-12T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T13:53:51.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBSESSION; movie week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/tophead.png" border="0" alt="nurul &amp; carl." /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a drug that'll keep me sane, like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be girl's day out with fara.&lt;br /&gt;we're catching an evening movie, and then as usual, retail therapy!&lt;br /&gt;days back, we had a hilarious time playing Xbox 360 with &lt;em&gt;nizzy&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;syazzy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;fara: &lt;em&gt;nu! what game do you wanna play&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;nurul: &lt;em&gt;fight fight, kick kick! karate karate&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;so we played dead or alive, (which of course i won most of the time).&lt;br /&gt;syazzy: &lt;em&gt;wah, this one never give chance sia&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i've got the skills okay. and one of my karate girl had huge boobs&lt;br /&gt;that kept bouncing. (i think that's the reason why the guys lost).&lt;br /&gt;because they aren't concentrating on the fight but those boobs instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we switched to burnout, that car racing thing.&lt;br /&gt;we were shouting in the room, okay no, i was shouting in the room.&lt;br /&gt;was so hilarious, i couldn't control my excitement each time a car bangs me.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, i bang into something and the car smashes. fara: &lt;em&gt;driving fail ah nu&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyhows, work wasn't as bad as i expected it to be last night.&lt;br /&gt;RHM was on off, but he dropped by last night. and had to tease me with&lt;br /&gt;the chips he was eating. because he knew i loved those, then he was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mmm, nice ahh the fries&lt;/em&gt;.. -_-" then he kept texting me, asking me to smile&lt;br /&gt;and all, lol. that's my manager for you. but yea, i have to admit work was boring&lt;br /&gt;last night. monday blues, i was tired, felt sick. i could taste the fever, &lt;em&gt;weakkk&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will most prolly be meeting my babycakes tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of that, last night was one unforgettable night on the phone&lt;br /&gt;with him. we ended up sleeping around four plus in the morning, when he&lt;br /&gt;had school at seven. ahemmm. don't ask me what we talked about, &lt;em&gt;lolololol&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, gotta get going. meeting my cherralily skittles at three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ba-weep-gra-na-weep-ninny-bong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;han: &lt;em&gt;is it just me or are you speaking thai?! hahaha&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-115804043043994790?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/115804043043994790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=115804043043994790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115804043043994790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115804043043994790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/09/obsession-movie-week.html' title='OBSESSION; movie week.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-115796549520384259</id><published>2006-09-11T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T17:06:25.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIBRA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ba-weep-gra-na-weep-ninny-bong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, i am libra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;very gentle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice...when needs to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;loves, one of a kind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly, fun and sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;unique sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;most caring person you will ever meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by far the &lt;/em&gt;FINEST.&lt;br /&gt;attractive both inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;out-spoken&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;love being in long relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;very honest&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;revengeful, &lt;em&gt;rwarr&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;giving&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;has to be forced to fight but when&lt;br /&gt;they fight they dont lose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's naughty baby&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmhh, found those zodiac things on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;bababooey&lt;/em&gt;! look what i found for virgo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always horny, like right now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(f.y.i, my babycakes' virgo)&lt;br /&gt;so true, so true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay-ohh, off to work.&lt;br /&gt;bacon up that ass girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-115796549520384259?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/115796549520384259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=115796549520384259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115796549520384259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115796549520384259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/09/libra.html' title='LIBRA.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-115788569957634364</id><published>2006-09-10T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T16:24:38.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>through everything, we're still LOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="nurul &amp; carl." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/youandme.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;through jerks, whores and goodbyes,&lt;br /&gt;our hearts still wants each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ended a phone conversation with my horny little plus one.&lt;br /&gt;oh, in case you didn't know, i've dumped sean faris. grew sick of him, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jees&lt;/em&gt;, i'm feeling so &lt;em&gt;colddd&lt;/em&gt;. i think i might be falling ill soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;all these lack of sleep thing is driving me insane, &lt;em&gt;insayyyne&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carl and me spent our 365 a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;and lunch was on him at the cafe cartel a day before.&lt;br /&gt;been spending some time together lately, and we've been pretty tight.&lt;br /&gt;the summer obsession; &lt;em&gt;to be tight, to be close, to be real&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may not have gone through everything, but we know we've&lt;br /&gt;gone through alot, been through lies, betrayals, worst ever arguments,&lt;br /&gt;infatuations, flirtations, temptations, and people say 'f*ck that slut!', et cetera..&lt;br /&gt;(oh, i don't have to mention more) but in our hearts, we love each other like mad.&lt;br /&gt;well, we do now, very much so. and if you think you can tear us apart, well you&lt;br /&gt;sure can, you know you're that slut. (scoff) ah jees, 'nuff, skanky dandruffs aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its going to be all worked up for the next three days, so wish me energy!&lt;br /&gt;and fara just got back from bangkok recently, being pure sweetness, she&lt;br /&gt;bought me a pretty pretty skirt and a pair of danglings, adorable.&lt;br /&gt;i've been pretty addicted to ben and jerry's cookie dough ice cream,&lt;br /&gt;mrs fields double chocolate fudge, caramel cream ice blended, ah what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, i'm just all sweet, ha!&lt;br /&gt;and anyhows, its work tomorrow, and i'm pretty sure&lt;br /&gt;i need tons of sleep (which i'm left with not much), so it's bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to keep my blog updated, as much as i can. and f.y.i, i need to&lt;br /&gt;brag a little, had my usual retail therapy a few days back,&lt;br /&gt;and i got myself this pretty &lt;em&gt;so pink&lt;/em&gt; two way foundation by IN2IT.&lt;br /&gt;the whole casing thing is sweet pink, and i had my pink rhinestones too,&lt;br /&gt;so i sticked it on the case, so girly! every girl loves to brag, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet dreams and snuggle tight.&lt;br /&gt;don't let the bed bugs bite, crawl in your head&lt;br /&gt;and lay eggs in your brain, goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="fara, nurul, carl." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/heoos.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-115788569957634364?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/115788569957634364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=115788569957634364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115788569957634364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115788569957634364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/09/through-everything-were-still-love.html' title='through everything, we&apos;re still LOVE.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-115751532635911922</id><published>2006-09-06T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T13:11:22.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canny; i'll see you saturday. JERK, get outta my way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="nurul." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/toppy.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;now i live for me, boy does that make you weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;chances, and giving in seems unbearably countless.&lt;br /&gt;now when my heart's totally turned its back on this,&lt;br /&gt;says to do anything and everything just to keep me,&lt;br /&gt;and never let me go. promises and swears, begs and pleases..&lt;br /&gt;only now? &lt;em&gt;i don't wanna be such a fool again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;do you only realize it now that you need me?&lt;br /&gt;only when i tell you that it's already the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days have been pretty fine, spent most times with&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriends, you know they're the sweetest bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;krunk&lt;/em&gt; was okay-alright. could've been better.&lt;br /&gt;and tanning monday went gooood with &lt;em&gt;this someone&lt;/em&gt;! ahem.&lt;br /&gt;its definitely so much better without much people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work this whole week except for thursday and saturday.&lt;br /&gt;oyeahh, cash rolling in. saving up the dollar bills for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;muhnay muhnay&lt;/em&gt; things, ha. ben and jerry's this&lt;br /&gt;saturday too! ah, i can't wait. so little time so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then weenie woons and me had swensens the other day,&lt;br /&gt;been a l&lt;em&gt;ongggg&lt;/em&gt; time since i had that. breaded chicken,&lt;br /&gt;fish and chips, &lt;em&gt;yummay&lt;/em&gt;. and now i'm craving for mutton chop.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's a monthly thing where i start craving for muttons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was alright yesterday, had lots of chicken wings!&lt;br /&gt;and guess who dropped by? &lt;em&gt;mtv's vj colby&lt;/em&gt;. we took pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but i'm a little too lazy to upload them, maybe another time.&lt;br /&gt;he was messing around with me about drinks and all.&lt;br /&gt;then decided for &lt;em&gt;whisky ginger ale&lt;/em&gt;. sounds not nice at all, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daymn, i miss my homegirls please.&lt;br /&gt;JUNIE, JANNAH, ERNIE, FARA, NICOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures from tanning monday.&lt;br /&gt;and more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="nurul." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/Bloggs.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-115751532635911922?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/115751532635911922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=115751532635911922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115751532635911922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115751532635911922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/09/canny-ill-see-you-saturday-jerk-get.html' title='Canny; i&apos;ll see you saturday. JERK, get outta my way.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-115707819900697072</id><published>2006-09-01T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:10:51.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>second day? better than the first! ; &amp;  END IT please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="nurul." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/ljuik.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;several ways to die trying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh, how we've shouted, how we've screamed,&lt;br /&gt;take notice, take interest, take me with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;second day of work? better than the first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;reached holland village on time, sat around.&lt;br /&gt;supposedly to start at seven but i began at six.&lt;br /&gt;then RHM gave me a huge plate of chicken bites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gobble gobble&lt;/em&gt;! by the time it was eight, there were more&lt;br /&gt;people around, which means, busy, but a little bit more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was NAMCHI's first day, and my second day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so RYAN was telling me, (they like calling me &lt;em&gt;kakak&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;makcik&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kakak, you're senior by one day, so you know what to teach her ok&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;LOL. yeh, i'm sure. so i met new customers who were friendlier, they learnt&lt;br /&gt;to pronounce my name, since they're caucasian and all. &lt;em&gt;no-ru? ohh, nurul&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RHM kept introducing me to almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even remember their names, okay maybe some.&lt;br /&gt;and the best part is, i got to try &lt;em&gt;Banana Daquiri&lt;/em&gt;. yummma.&lt;br /&gt;and, the bestest part, he made me &lt;em&gt;LYCHEE MARTINI&lt;/em&gt; too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;since they all know i love it, ha! and since i started working,&lt;br /&gt;there are like chocolates in the fridge for me to eat. MALTESERS&lt;br /&gt;of course and Snickers. then RHM's friends came over, had dinner&lt;br /&gt;and they bought cute little chocolate cakes. then i had the all-chocolate&lt;br /&gt;one to myself. RHM, "&lt;em&gt;you are seriously gonna get fat working here&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! crossfingers, i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;besides having real good food and drinks, making new friends&lt;br /&gt;and acquaintances are one of the best things there too. they're all&lt;br /&gt;really funny. like this white guy (sorry i forgot his name).&lt;br /&gt;passed him his bill and mastercard, and he had to sign the little receipts.&lt;br /&gt;so he was asking me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how would you like this signed? like bruce willis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ha! they sure got some sense of humour to make working so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when work ended, we stayed in the bar, listened to the radio,&lt;br /&gt;RYAN and ME were singing along to songs that were played.&lt;br /&gt;from backstreet boys, to blue, westlie, and jon bon jovi.&lt;br /&gt;and then &lt;em&gt;unfaithful&lt;/em&gt; was on radio, RHM likes that song.&lt;br /&gt;so we sang out loud for him to hear, ha! &lt;em&gt;i don't wanna be, a murderer&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;then we had food again! onion rings, eggs, tom yam soup, beef stuffs,&lt;br /&gt;rice and all that. mushrooms too. *pinches fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so today, a day i'm so looking forward to, &lt;em&gt;partaaay&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;updates again soon enough. gotta have breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;and oh, really funny. was in the middle of an msn chat with&lt;br /&gt;babygirl NICOLE, then suddenly she told me there was some&lt;br /&gt;fire drill going on. and we were like laughing and all that,&lt;br /&gt;i was telling her to run for her life. LOL! morning jooks.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, silly quizzes i took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;do you need a man?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cccccc" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you don't need a man, but you want one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;you like having a guy in your life, and overall, you prefer not to be single. you won't go out with a guy out of desperation.. 'cus you rather be alone. however, when you're single, you do tend to obsess a little over dating. because no matter how good your single life is, it's better with a great guy around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you pick your boyfriend again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you would pick your boyfriend again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fffafa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;while the initial new couple spark has faded for you two, you've built upon your attraction and formed a deep love. and although things are never perfect, they're usually pretty great. so don't let your eyes wander. you've got the best catch for you, at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-115707819900697072?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/115707819900697072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=115707819900697072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115707819900697072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115707819900697072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/09/second-day-better-than-first-end-it.html' title='second day? better than the first! ; &amp;  END IT please.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-115696418105678712</id><published>2006-08-31T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T03:46:24.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of work; TIRED, lazy. bahhhh. so hard to trust a jerk now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/jhg.png" border="0" alt="nurul." /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crooning to &lt;em&gt;put 'em high&lt;/em&gt; by stonebridge feat. therese.&lt;br /&gt;was my first day of work, and daymn, was good!&lt;br /&gt;but after months and months of slacking, then finally&lt;br /&gt;back to earning the &lt;em&gt;moolah&lt;/em&gt;, i find it hard not to feel lazy.&lt;br /&gt;even at some point of time, i just feel like sleeping to the&lt;br /&gt;great ambience. i won't be surprised to find myself asleep while working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started out with a heavy downpour in the evening,&lt;br /&gt;thankfully my brother was around, and he sent me off to work.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, he was reminded that a friend of his,&lt;br /&gt;works in &lt;em&gt;holland village&lt;/em&gt;. and shockingly, that friend of his,&lt;br /&gt;just happens to be my manager. what a small world, i know right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're like good bike-riding friends or some sort.&lt;br /&gt;how unexpected. so i started work at six, was guided through&lt;br /&gt;with a lot of stuffs i'm really new to. made new friends with the&lt;br /&gt;regular customers there. they're all really nice, and so friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and working there is like really really fun.&lt;br /&gt;you get to eat good food too! even my manager mentioned,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're gonna get fat working here! eat and eat. then your&lt;br /&gt;brother will kill me for turning you big&lt;/em&gt;." ha, i better watch my diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went off to &lt;em&gt;7-eleven&lt;/em&gt; to get chocolates. bumped into carl's sister.&lt;br /&gt;then back to work again, the usual. met up with people&lt;br /&gt;i'm new with, the regulars. each of them has like nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;like, &lt;em&gt;bugs bunny, batman and robin&lt;/em&gt;, and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my colleague made &lt;em&gt;frozen margarita&lt;/em&gt; and i got to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yum, yumm&lt;/em&gt;! and so i got a little bored, was looking through the&lt;br /&gt;drinks list. and it cracked me up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;slippery nipple, cock sucking cowboy,&lt;br /&gt;quickf*ck&lt;/em&gt; and i don't know, what else? there's more. LOL. &lt;em&gt;pussynene&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ha! okay i am just kidding on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i floated on air a little bit when&lt;br /&gt;this guy who had pints of &lt;em&gt;erdinger&lt;/em&gt;, flattered me.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;nurul, you are really doing a good job on your first day&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maybe he was just high, or maybe he didn't mean it,&lt;br /&gt;or whatever it is, still made my night! thank you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmh, anyhows. my eyelids are getting heavier after each&lt;br /&gt;sentence i type. so i'm very sure it's time now for my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;my very good sleep with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sean faris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;ahhh goshhhhh&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;work again tomorrow, but i have to meet some goon who&lt;br /&gt;desperately wants to see me, so he could pass me his mp3 stuffs&lt;br /&gt;for me to update the songs in it. okay, i really am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;don't let the bed bugs bite. crawl in your head&lt;br /&gt;and lay eggs in your braaaaain. &lt;em&gt;infinite X's and O's&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-115696418105678712?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/115696418105678712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=115696418105678712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115696418105678712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115696418105678712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-day-of-work-tired-lazy-bahhhh-so.html' title='First day of work; TIRED, lazy. bahhhh. so hard to trust a jerk now.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-115670569552893976</id><published>2006-08-29T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T13:29:03.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got a job!; he's still like shit. OVER. a new life for me, reborn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="nurul." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/melo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;unforgivable sinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;25th August&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;and so just some little updates, it was fara-friday.&lt;br /&gt;i was real sick when i woke up in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;supposedly kiting turned out to be better than planned.&lt;br /&gt;and no, we didn't kite, but we had much better fun instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was late to meet fara over in town, headed for lunch at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pizza hut&lt;/em&gt;. couldn't really finish our food though.&lt;br /&gt;and then we went for our usual retail-therapy until&lt;br /&gt;fara decided to get hair-dye, then over to her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at her place, we were recording our voices to jojo's new single.&lt;br /&gt;it was so much fun, we tried about more than a couple of times&lt;br /&gt;until we got the best mix. with laughters, bloopers, sugar,&lt;br /&gt;spice and everything else really nice. &lt;em&gt;too little too late&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we started dyeing both our hairs. &amp; thanks to myself,&lt;br /&gt;i was wearing my cropped white pants, and now, two drops of&lt;br /&gt;hair-dye can clearly be found, daymn. how careless can i be.&lt;br /&gt;we took pictures, got crazy, washed our hairs, wet our pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i received a call, got a job! for &lt;em&gt;6.50 per hour&lt;/em&gt;, nassssty.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't expecting it, but yeah, am so loving it now that i've got a job.&lt;br /&gt;finally something to get me off the months and months of slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, (&lt;em&gt;26th August&lt;/em&gt;). an all girlfriends day out.&lt;br /&gt;JUNIE came over early to my place, we both got ready and&lt;br /&gt;left for &lt;em&gt;holland village&lt;/em&gt; first, since my job manager had some&lt;br /&gt;orientation going on for the two new femmes working at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;so that includes ME and this girl, MITCHI. (or something..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't even my first day of work and i was already late.&lt;br /&gt;supposedly to reach at 3:30PM, but i stepped foot in the bar&lt;br /&gt;at 5:15PM. when i came, MITCHI's orientation was already done.&lt;br /&gt;so the turn was all mine. so RAHIM, the manager started yakking,&lt;br /&gt;yakking and yakking throughout. all about the menu and so on and&lt;br /&gt;so forth. the complicating part was all the BEERS, ALCO, WINE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;erdinger, comes from germany. heineken, from holland.&lt;br /&gt;asahi, japan. san miguel, phillipines&lt;/em&gt;.." i was like pretty surprised&lt;br /&gt;that things like these i had to remember. there is like a huge list&lt;br /&gt;of beverages that i had to keep in mind. so people, anyone who's&lt;br /&gt;down for drinks, &lt;em&gt;happy hour is from three to nine&lt;/em&gt;! 50% off draught beer.&lt;br /&gt;1 for 1 on bottled/can drinks. &amp;amp; 7dollarsnett for a glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now take this. &lt;em&gt;roche mazet merlot terrazas de los, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mendoza, argentina cabernet sauvignon&lt;/em&gt;. red wine.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i can't even pronounce it right. gee, scary.&lt;br /&gt;then JUNIE saw something we both started giggling.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;eh, i want. you want? pussyfoot&lt;/em&gt;." it's a drink. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so bla bla bla, yakkedy yak, RAHIM went off to tend his&lt;br /&gt;customers, and JUNIE whispered to me how hungry she was.&lt;br /&gt;and then we had spaghetti. oh yum yum, real nice.&lt;br /&gt;we had the whole huge plate to ourselves, but i couldn't finish&lt;br /&gt;mine. if you remember, i've been low on appetite lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after food, RAHIM ran through a few more stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;talk about rowdy customers, annoying ones and all that.&lt;br /&gt;and "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if a customer asks you out at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;don't come find me ah&lt;/em&gt;.." LOL, i'm having fun already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the job is really flexible with no strict rules.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, basic rules are definitely to be kept in mind.&lt;br /&gt;like "&lt;em&gt;the customer is always right&lt;/em&gt;" and all that.&lt;br /&gt;but this is a chillout bar, so nothing like standing&lt;br /&gt;straight, and bowing or whatever nots is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like RAHIM said,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;we can even sit beside them and take orders, just have fun&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so orientation ended, i chose the days to work this week,&lt;br /&gt;wednesday, thursday and sunday. hmmm, i'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="nurul&amp;junie." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/yuma.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so after holland village, JUNIE and i left for orchard road.&lt;br /&gt;met up with NICOLE, after so long! was real ecstatic when i&lt;br /&gt;saw her. then we walked down to mccafe, met up with FARA&lt;br /&gt;and NAT. had some drinks, then left for the esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilled around, made noise, took pictures, then babygirl NICOLE&lt;br /&gt;was feeling hungry, so we went to "&lt;em&gt;makansutra la! not kamasutra&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;to get carrotcake. then carl wanted to meet me, and he got me mrs fields.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm addicted to that stuff. lots of chocolate stuff, yummmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my girlfriends and i went to meet another beloved girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;JANNAH! missed her too much, but she left me for another&lt;br /&gt;nazomi guy. how sad, pfft. ha! just messing. it was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;then we had to leave for clubbing, but after some measurements&lt;br /&gt;made, clubbing was cancelled and we (Junie, Fara, Nat &amp;amp; Me)&lt;br /&gt;decided to crash over at FARA's place for &lt;strong&gt;a pyjama party&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="girlfriends." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/gerts.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then we went to MSQ. carl and his bunch of friends were there.&lt;br /&gt;they were hitting on my girlfriends! how chi-ko-pek. so we left,&lt;br /&gt;then you won't even believe what we did at the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANCED DANCED DANCED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, laughed our asses off as i tried&lt;br /&gt;to imitate madonna in her &lt;em&gt;hung up&lt;/em&gt; music video. it was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked back to the station, to get home.&lt;br /&gt;then again, carl and his friends wanted to meet..&lt;br /&gt;la, la, la, we all took the train home and over to fara's place.&lt;br /&gt;junie headed back to her place and only came around five in&lt;br /&gt;the morning. so it was me, fara, nat and some bunch to woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;someone always has the urge to pee in every train ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached woodlands at almost 1, went to mcdonalds to take away&lt;br /&gt;supper for the girls. then walked towards pyjama party house.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. then as we were walking, with rottenstar and some bunch,&lt;br /&gt;our french fries dropped on the floor. and quite a lot were scattered.&lt;br /&gt;so what else, the girls didn't wanna waste food, we squatted and&lt;br /&gt;picked the fries to munch! "&lt;em&gt;sedapp eh&lt;/em&gt;!" daymn, it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked, and one of us started screaming and running.&lt;br /&gt;and since rottenstar only stays a couple of blocks away from fara's,&lt;br /&gt;he sent us under the block. thankfully! or we females would have&lt;br /&gt;been terrified of ghost and all. as usual, we got scared again and&lt;br /&gt;ran out of the elevator once the door opened. really funny girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached FARA's room, and the first thing we did was took off&lt;br /&gt;our tops, and had supper in bra and jeans! ohhhh, yummy right.&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to wash our faces, put creams on our faces,&lt;br /&gt;and started doing a whole lot of girly stuffs together. GIRL POWER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pyjama party was a total hoopla. thanks to &lt;strong&gt;FARA, NAT &amp; JUNIE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="fara&amp;amp;junie." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/gurr.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;homegirls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;ernie, fara, jannah, junie&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you like a fat kid loves caykke!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday, (&lt;em&gt;28th August&lt;/em&gt;) my bestfriend, ERNIE came over to my place.&lt;br /&gt;then we went out for dinner with my family. so much food but such&lt;br /&gt;tiny tummies, nurul and ernie. bought bubblegums and all. then slept&lt;br /&gt;in the car all the way home from JB back to SINGAPORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="ernie&amp;nurul." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/woons.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and today, i have to meet RAHIM since we're attending this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heineken&lt;/em&gt; thing at Harry's Bar, the Esplanade. (&lt;em&gt;aiya i feel so lazy now&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;then tomorrow it's work. there should be some other stuffs&lt;br /&gt;i gotta say, but that's all for now as my fingers are dying of&lt;br /&gt;exhaustion from typing. ha! time for my shower and then bounce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;and yes babies, sean faris is still the hottest!&lt;br /&gt;and OMG, to the movies on friday and ben&amp;amp;jerry's&lt;br /&gt;with with with with.. &lt;em&gt;AHHHH&lt;/em&gt;, my girlfriends knows best!&lt;br /&gt;(: does the happy jiggy jig jig + huge widest enormest smile! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="unforgivable sinner." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/sinna.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;you know where you've sent her&lt;br /&gt;you sure know where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're trying to ease off&lt;br /&gt;but you know you won't get far&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and now she's up there sings like an angel&lt;br /&gt;but you can't hear those words.&lt;br /&gt;and now she's up there sings like an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unforgivable sinner&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-115670569552893976?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/115670569552893976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=115670569552893976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115670569552893976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115670569552893976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/08/got-job-hes-still-like-shit-over-new.html' title='got a job!; he&apos;s still like shit. OVER. a new life for me, reborn.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-115645255167411640</id><published>2006-08-25T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T10:40:59.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i thought i knew you; quit mindfucking me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="nurul." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/hsf.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quit mindfucking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you sure have changed since yesterday, without any warning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and you want me badly, you can not have me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i thought i knew you, i thought i knew you so well..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my, oh my, ohhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sean faris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is so hot, i'm orgasming. (ok, no?)&lt;br /&gt;want another piece of him, wait, after my rants down below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, let me talk about my thurs-day&amp;night feeling so right.&lt;br /&gt;the afternoon was so good! videoshooting with ash and rahman.&lt;br /&gt;the scenes were really cool, but i shan't say much here.&lt;br /&gt;the best part was smashing the guitar! kicking the guitar and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before all that smashing thing thang, we used screwdrivers&lt;br /&gt;and vandalised the guitar. as usual, i carved my name.&lt;br /&gt;hey, you don't get to vandalize guitars often, or even like smash them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the shooting was all perfect, although the weather was scorching&lt;br /&gt;hot that i can cook an egg on some &lt;em&gt;ah-pek's&lt;/em&gt; bald head, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then back to ernie's, got ready and off to holland village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oyeahh&lt;/em&gt; holland village. we headed down to indochine.&lt;br /&gt;met &lt;em&gt;rory rory man-united&lt;/em&gt;. then he gave us those really&lt;br /&gt;i'm-too-lazy-to-fill-it forms. the smell and the background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;music was real nice. &lt;em&gt;besame mucho &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; la vie en rose&lt;/em&gt; in hindi remix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after indochine, walked around the village.&lt;br /&gt;with ernie's &lt;em&gt;irritating poot&lt;/em&gt;. &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;grandfather smj&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hungout, burger king and i got a free hersheys sundae pie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ahh, you gotta love that one. then there's this chinese boy&lt;br /&gt;who took that king crown you can find at those BK outlets,&lt;br /&gt;and i was like, &lt;em&gt;hey i want it too&lt;/em&gt;! and i think he heard me say,&lt;br /&gt;so he turned back and say, &lt;em&gt;you want it&lt;/em&gt;? and he gave it to me!&lt;br /&gt;then he went back to that rack and took a new crown for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! aw, how sweet chinese boy.&lt;br /&gt;then i asked ernie, we should have exchanged friendsters or something.&lt;br /&gt;ernie: NURUL? HE'S NOT CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;poor me, all i wanted was a new friend.. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we started taking tonnes of pictures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay let me rephrase that, and then &lt;u&gt;i&lt;/u&gt; started taking tonnes of photos.&lt;br /&gt;then all of us grew tired except for &lt;em&gt;irritating poot&lt;/em&gt;, and then&lt;br /&gt;we took a cab back to home sweet home. tomorrow holland village&lt;br /&gt;again, and then kiting with FARA, and of course retail therapy! &lt;em&gt;oyeahh&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know who i am, but who are you? you're not looking like you used to,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you're on the other side of the mirror, so nothing's looking quite as clear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for turning on the lights, thank you, now you're the parasite&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for friday, saturday, sunday, monday. ahhuh.&lt;br /&gt;and okay, seriously, i have to stop sleeping at five everyday now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no kidding, i'm going to the docs to get sleeping pills if i really can.&lt;br /&gt;it's thirty minutes to five, i better hit the sheets because i'm meeting&lt;br /&gt;FARA at twelve. yishun last cabin? (no, holland village.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that only means, i have to wake up freaking frooking early.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so for tomorrow and the days and days and days after.&lt;br /&gt;good looord, &lt;em&gt;it's all&lt;/em&gt; now &lt;em&gt;ctrl&lt;/em&gt; + &lt;em&gt;alt&lt;/em&gt; + &lt;em&gt;del&lt;/em&gt; = &lt;strong&gt;CLEAR&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmmhh, got to go! sean's calling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(and oh, the phrases in italics, &lt;em&gt;sunday morning&lt;/em&gt; by no doubt.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight, sleep tight and sweet dreams.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;don't let the bed bugs bite.&lt;br /&gt;crawl in your head and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lay eggs in your brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="seanfaris." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/seait.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-115645255167411640?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/115645255167411640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=115645255167411640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115645255167411640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115645255167411640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-thought-i-knew-you-quit-mindfucking.html' title='i thought i knew you; quit mindfucking me.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-115632814953773882</id><published>2006-08-23T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T01:46:44.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rilokiley; it happened again and i'm so sick of everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="nurul." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/bloy.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;i keep on talking trash, but i never say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;still couldn't sleep early last night, but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this afternoon and damn, gastric pains.&lt;br /&gt;it made me want to cry, 'cus i really hate them pain.&lt;br /&gt;but my friends were really sweet to me, being concerned and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's nurul's stay-home-wednesday, pretty bored.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i'll be taking a nap later. i feel so weak.&lt;br /&gt;and i should be stuffing myself with food since i haven't&lt;br /&gt;really had a proper meal since God knows when.&lt;br /&gt;if you ask me, the appetite is just not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crooning to &lt;em&gt;rilo kiley&lt;/em&gt;. a nice one would be &lt;em&gt;does he love you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow, i have this video shoot thing. i'm guessing it&lt;br /&gt;would be kinda cool since i'm doing it with my friend's band.&lt;br /&gt;this week should already be down with plans. videoshoot tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;friday with fara. saturday with girlfriends. movie on a sunday.&lt;br /&gt;(ben&amp;jerry's too!) and yeah, include &lt;em&gt;maltesing&lt;/em&gt; for all the days. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel kinda bad, been post-poning movie plans with ritz,&lt;br /&gt;and the day never comes. then dragging coffee&amp;amp;movie dates&lt;br /&gt;with ashes. ha, i think all my friends wanna run away. but i suppose&lt;br /&gt;next week should be fulfilling the plans, i guess. mmmmh, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm already missing my homegirls so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ernie junie jannah farah nikki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! yehawww.&lt;br /&gt;just can't wait to meet each and everyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, it's time for my very good rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;everything seemed so wonderful, until you came around.&lt;br /&gt;you just had to ruin my happy thoughts. you just had to&lt;br /&gt;say &lt;strong&gt;you need me back in your life again&lt;/strong&gt;. those things i've heard&lt;br /&gt;too many times before, and now i've heard enough. i've &lt;strong&gt;HAD ENOUGH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i wanted is just to be with u.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need more i still just wanna have u.&lt;br /&gt;if u really love me than don't throw all the love to waste&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, all your &lt;em&gt;pleases&lt;/em&gt; don't mean a thing, no more.&lt;br /&gt;now you say you really wanna stop being close to &lt;em&gt;whoever&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you just wanna be with me again.. mmm, right, hah.&lt;br /&gt;if that is what you call love, then your love is what i call trash.&lt;br /&gt;the only step i need to take is putting it to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think i would fill you with a chance this time,&lt;br /&gt;when you blew your "last one". you ain't fooling me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;it's about what you do, not what you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you take my hand, and you say you've changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but boy you know your begging don't fool me&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;because to you, it's just a game, you know it's just too little too late.&lt;br /&gt;so let me go now, 'cus time has made me strong,&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to move on, i'm gonna say this now&lt;br /&gt;your chance has come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave you everything, but it wasn't enough,&lt;br /&gt;and now you wanna communicate, you know it's just too little too late.&lt;br /&gt;go find someone else, and&lt;strong&gt; i'm letting you go&lt;/strong&gt;, i'm loving myself,&lt;br /&gt;you got a problem, &lt;strong&gt;but don't come asking me for help&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;too little too late&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jojo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;give me SEAN FARIS, my plus one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="my plus one; seanfaris." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/seany.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-115632814953773882?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/115632814953773882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=115632814953773882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115632814953773882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115632814953773882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/08/rilokiley-it-happened-again-and-im-so.html' title='rilokiley; it happened again and i&apos;m so sick of everything.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-115626436518447179</id><published>2006-08-23T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T04:21:42.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEANFARIS; but i haven't settled it with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/smooe.png" border="0" alt="nurul."&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today was nice, we were lying on the couch when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;snow patrol&lt;/em&gt; was playing on mtv, but nothing means it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i didn't really eat the whole day, probably because i didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;really have the appetite. and i guess tonight, i should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sleeping in early. stop it with the lack of sleep habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;am just exchanging chats over on msn, &amp; &lt;em&gt;maltesing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and rapping with my babygirl &lt;em&gt;Nikki&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;babygirl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we got our thang going down, move it all`round,&lt;br /&gt;honey i'll show what's hot, i'll go up on your lap,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i show you what i got.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;nurul&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sexaye baby, this girl's ma homay. we do our thang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's the real shit. no girl's so down like how we do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;babygirl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nurul's ma babe, girl thang fo life, you got a prob widdat,&lt;br /&gt;get outta ma sight. don't need yo crappin', we thru with all that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;nurul&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nicole in ma world, she's ma babygirl, she gon' make you bitches &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tongue swirl, you wanna mess with ma girl? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bitch, go make yo pussy hair curl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;babygirl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lets get dwn wid it, get drrty n messaye,&lt;br /&gt;gt dis guys all wet &amp;amp; beggin fer meyh.&lt;br /&gt;mah babe nurul is in, we're gonna steal e show,&lt;br /&gt;we're ridin' the guys like a rodeo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;nurul&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nurul and nicole, booties obvious, the dirty tricks and hoes&lt;br /&gt;get so envious, you bitches don't foget we're the kisslicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oyeahhh, that was definitely boredom killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;will be spending this whole weekend with my homegirls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and yeah, it's the last few episodes of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life as we know it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;man, i love that show. and yes, sean faris is the new sex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i've got him for you here. sean faris, my plus one. &lt;em&gt;oyeahh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="seanfaris." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/seani.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;isn't he just so hot. that's the cutest and my favouritest&lt;br /&gt;photo of him in my laptop. ahhh man, he makes me cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so anyhows, will be hitting the sheets in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a call right now, so goodnight all.&lt;br /&gt;sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite.&lt;br /&gt;crawl in your head and lay eggs in your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i was bored, really bored.&lt;br /&gt;my bratz doll was listening to paris hilton &lt;br /&gt;on the ipod and so i taped her, &lt;em&gt;wicked&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;mmmhh okay, gotta go! sean is already calling me to the bed. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="260"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xGN0QbnFw7M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xGN0QbnFw7M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-115626436518447179?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/115626436518447179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=115626436518447179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115626436518447179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115626436518447179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/08/seanfaris-but-i-havent-settled-it-with.html' title='SEANFARIS; but i haven&apos;t settled it with you.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-115611022068991910</id><published>2006-08-21T04:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T00:11:55.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if it makes you happy, it can't be that bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if it makes you happy, it can't be that bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;what am i doing at this hour? absolutely nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;just crooning to sheryl crow and chatting with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;ILHAM (hamtaro, hamlet, hamburger, best of all, &lt;em&gt;t&lt;strong&gt;ham&lt;/strong&gt;bi&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;we are both complaining about eye-bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;seriously, i need to get hold on sleeping pills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;but the dumb thing is, i have no idea where to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;it because when i ask everyone, some say (from the docs).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;some say, (you can't get it anywhere easily).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;some say, (it's illegal) i swear this insomnia is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i'm back to my entries, (if you haven't noticed, ha.)&lt;br /&gt;my days have been fabolously spent with my girlfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;the other time was skate park again and again with baby-J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;and we had so much fun watching people skate and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, with my daily dosage of &lt;strong&gt;MALTESERS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boost-boost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. ahem, both baby-J's knows this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then for the whole week of the fireworks festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;including the national day works, we girls (ME,JANNAH&amp;FARA)&lt;br /&gt;had such an awesome view of the glamour fire. especially the last&lt;br /&gt;day of the firework's festival. magnificent view, &amp;amp; some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;hot policeman right behind us as we were sitting&lt;br /&gt;along the railings of the "in between esplanade/merlion" bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FARA loved his ass&lt;/strong&gt;. (or who was it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was super-&lt;em&gt;tight&lt;/em&gt;. tres fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;JUNIE had to wake me up too early in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;went over to her boyfriend (who's not in town)'s place.&lt;br /&gt;but before we were there, JUNIE got me &lt;em&gt;boost-boost&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she went to get chicken spaghetti bolognese.&lt;br /&gt;but we both had no idea how to pronounce it the right way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(i know, really dumb!) so i went to the guy and said,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;can i have chicken spaghetti bolo-WHAT&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;those cheeky guys just made it all up into a good joke to laugh at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;ohh, so it's pronounced as "bolo-knees".&lt;br /&gt;(that's what we were told!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went over to JUNIE's boyfriends place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;nobody was home, we were waiting for baby-J to arrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;so i decided to do some karaoke. you won't even believe&lt;br /&gt;what songs i sang. ..&lt;em&gt;but oyeahh, it was so much fun&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then baby-J arrived, we watched some hindi dance videos,&lt;br /&gt;and then we switched to THE ANT BULLY. it's quite a good catch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;we all loved it. and then came along camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;such a mad amount of photos, we all went crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girls gone wild&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then poofed off to town, ERNIE came to meet us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;then we had drinks and &lt;em&gt;brownes chocolate supashake&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shake it and it gets thicker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ah ah yummay yummay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the girls made me jump way too many times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;that i can still feel the ache right around my thighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;don't ask why i was jumping like jack. (LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;and then JUNIE sleptover my place on sunday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;damn, so much fun these days, i can't really keep up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;we went for eyebrow threading in the afternoon and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;poor baby JUNIE was tearing. or shall i say, her face leaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNIE's first thread. she swore never to do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;me: "&lt;em&gt;then make tattoo not pain huh&lt;/em&gt;?!"&lt;br /&gt;J: "&lt;em&gt;i don't know, i forgot the pain&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i love her many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was lot 1; with my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;junie, safwan, boya, wan, carl, ajis &amp;amp; some others.&lt;br /&gt;now i have nice spots of fingerprints on my screen. thanks carl. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and JUNIE baby, thanks for everything today&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting, that bite of fish fillet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;anyhows, the HAM and UNUN (its the thing now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;are heading off to bed. but before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;happy eighteenth, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ernie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eighteen or eighty, we'll be girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;from now and for always, 'till eternity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAFWAN and me were the first to sing her a birthday&lt;br /&gt;song on the dot, on the phone. the others were rather&lt;br /&gt;too advanced. ha! nah, i don't do advanced wishes.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe belated ones still! sugar dreams boogerfaces.&lt;br /&gt;sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite, crawl into your&lt;br /&gt;head and lay eggs in your brain. here comes your worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="nurul, junie, jannah." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/B8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-115611022068991910?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/115611022068991910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=115611022068991910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115611022068991910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115611022068991910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-it-makes-you-happy-it-cant-be-that.html' title='if it makes you happy, it can&apos;t be that bad.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-115579119338444692</id><published>2006-08-17T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T15:21:23.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a girl like me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="gimme some" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/gimee.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="nurul" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/oiu.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="nurul" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/pkk.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="nurul" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/adam.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="nurul" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/ter.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="nurul" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/skaets.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/ret-1.png" border="0" alt="nurul" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="nurul" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/pop1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="nurul" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/beg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="nurul" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/gyri.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="nurul" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/lsfy.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;girls this ain't a dance flo'.&lt;br /&gt;this the candy store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pop, i roll.&lt;br /&gt;it's soft, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laffy taffy i'm likin' it.&lt;br /&gt;big ol`ass you shaykin' it.&lt;br /&gt;close yo mouth &amp;amp; don't say shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you hoe can't even shayk no mo'&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-115579119338444692?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/115579119338444692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=115579119338444692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115579119338444692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115579119338444692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/08/girl-like-me.html' title='a girl like me..'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-115576189978478240</id><published>2006-08-17T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T05:06:32.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>linger..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="linger." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/linger.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i'm in so deep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;but you always really knew, i just wanna be with you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;it's never again what it had always seemed, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodnight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-115576189978478240?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/115576189978478240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=115576189978478240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115576189978478240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115576189978478240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/08/linger.html' title='linger..'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-115399852582635422</id><published>2006-07-27T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:56:05.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;bye.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nunu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="bye." src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j276/meuus01/edited/lol4.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-115399852582635422?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/115399852582635422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=115399852582635422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115399852582635422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/115399852582635422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/07/goodbye.html' title='goodbye.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j276/meuus01/edited/th_lol4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114595290057487291</id><published>2006-04-25T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T16:15:48.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cat outside my house..* &amp; we didn't move on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;we'll skip the goodbyes..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="thekitten*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/cat1a.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;which to bury, us or the hatchet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i told you how much i'm in love with furries?&lt;br /&gt;well i was having lunch and this cat came right at my doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;i think she needs a friend, so i finished off my food, sat right there&lt;br /&gt;&amp; played with her. i took my digital cam along, so yeah, kitty pictures for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="thekitten*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/cat2a.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's all whitish and dark-brownish around the edges&lt;br /&gt;of her ears, stripey tail, really beautiful baby blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;adorable, friendly and playful. i wish i could have kept her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="thekitten*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/cat3a.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she jumped around to the string attached on my digicam.&lt;br /&gt;then i patted her, she was twisting and turning around on my lap.&lt;br /&gt;and then she fell asleep, aww.. that was really sweet, &amp;amp; i called her &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i think she likes that name! (insert laughter) okay, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="thekitten*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/cat4a.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114595290057487291?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114595290057487291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114595290057487291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114595290057487291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114595290057487291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/04/cat-outside-my-house-we-didnt-move-on.html' title='the cat outside my house..* &amp; we didn&apos;t move on.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114495599899486579</id><published>2006-04-14T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T03:30:43.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohwells, LOVE? right.. *</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;play me like i don't know..*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="://nunu*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/nonp.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;it's gonna hurt me, but i gotta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two thumbs up for "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", it's an awesome catch.&lt;br /&gt;i love musicals, broadway dancers in diamonds and pearls.&lt;br /&gt;and uma thurman's just hotness. i'll give it a four outta five.&lt;br /&gt;well that's how i'll rate it, who cares if you think my rating sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cathay's good, great seats for one great movie.&lt;br /&gt;oomph, my thursday. (despite the terrible left-eye that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about terrible, i went to visit the doctor this afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;he gave me two different kindsa eyedrops. &amp;amp; if the sore continues,&lt;br /&gt;at least by monday, i'm gonna have to go for a check-up again.&lt;br /&gt;but nah, i think its getting better now after i dropped it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greatness, i'll leave out the sore for my weekends.&lt;br /&gt;say goodbye, always teary eye. i hate you stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that aside. i'm somehow a little upset right now.&lt;br /&gt;i guess at some point of time, i just find it hard to control myself.&lt;br /&gt;i tend to feel things that aren't meant to be felt.&lt;br /&gt;and i tend to say things that aren't meant to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my silly thoughts sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i wished i was that girl who never cared..&lt;br /&gt;guess i cared too much that i wish i never gave a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;ahh,whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just shoosh myself now before i get carried away with my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, it's late and i can't get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i ain't really got any idea what my plans are for later.&lt;br /&gt;dork wants to meet me, since he'll be somewhere around.&lt;br /&gt;my old pal wants to hangout in town, or maybe i'll just parlay' with junie.&lt;br /&gt;ah well, let's just see how things go. i'm cravin' my vanilla milkshake!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i miss ernie, fara and naddie too. ahh, i miss my girlfriends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so before i crap around with anything else, i'm tucking in.&lt;br /&gt;if you love someone, don't waste a moment to show it,&lt;br /&gt;because the moment might be gone forever before you even know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(see, i told you i'd crap around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the way he sits, the way he talks, the way he laughs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the way he walks, the way he eats, the way he smiles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;everything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it just seems so perfect to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the person is what you think about the majority of the day.&lt;br /&gt;and the very thought of that person leaving or cheating on you&lt;br /&gt;makes you feel sick and extremely sad. when you think of that person&lt;br /&gt;and never stop wishing that they're just by your side, you're in love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;goodnight sweet loves and lusts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm sorry, it shouldn't have happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114495599899486579?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114495599899486579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114495599899486579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114495599899486579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114495599899486579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/04/ohwells-love-right.html' title='ohwells, LOVE? right.. *'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114484748057299677</id><published>2006-04-12T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T21:27:06.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory..* i love you, i need you.. but i... left you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;in loving memory..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="in loving memory*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/lovinmemory.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i need you here, not just in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you love someone, and you love them with your heart,&lt;br /&gt;it never disappears when you're apart.&lt;br /&gt;and when you love someone and you've done all you can do,&lt;br /&gt;you set them free, and if that love was true,&lt;br /&gt;when you love someone, it will all come back to you..&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you love something so much,&lt;br /&gt;that it hurts to leave it, but you must.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it hurts too much to hold on to that thing you love.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes you let go of what you love because it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;but then just sometimes, you get it back and live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;why do people have to lose things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;to find out what they really mean?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;when you said forever, you meant a few months.&lt;br /&gt;when i said forever, i meant everyday until i died.&lt;br /&gt;when you said always, you meant until you couldn't&lt;br /&gt;handle it anymore. when i said always, i meant until time ended.&lt;br /&gt;when you said you loved me, you meant i was no different from&lt;br /&gt;any other girl. when i said i love you,&lt;br /&gt;i meant i had never felt what i felt for you.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had the guts to walk away and forget about what we had.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't because i know you won't come after me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i guess that's what hurts the most.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i hate you and then i love you.&lt;br /&gt;it's like i want to throw you off a cliff,&lt;br /&gt;then rush to the bottom to catch you.&lt;br /&gt;(one of my favourite*)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;oh, i shouldn't care or wonder where and how you are.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't hide this hurt inside my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;i'm fighting back emotions that i've never fought before,&lt;br /&gt;'cause i'm not supposed to love you, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;even if my heart should call out your name in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;even if these arms should want to embrace you again.&lt;br /&gt;and even if i'm all cried out and no longer in pain,&lt;br /&gt;i'll never fall in love with you that way again.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i could fill a thousand pages telling you how i feel,&lt;br /&gt;and still you will never understand.&lt;br /&gt;so now i leave without a sound,&lt;br /&gt;except that of my heart shattering as it hits the ground.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;the ones that you love the most, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;are usually the ones that hurt you the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;when you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;you say it out loud,&lt;br /&gt;don't ever let the moment pass you by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;when you love someone, you show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;let them see it, and you let them feel it.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;its true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;why does it hurt, when i love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i love you, i need you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but i'm sorry it's over, i left you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/Hearts1.gif" border="0" alt="hearts*" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/Hearts1.gif" border="0" alt="hearts*" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/Hearts1.gif" border="0" alt="hearts*" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;much love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114484748057299677?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114484748057299677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114484748057299677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114484748057299677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114484748057299677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-loving-memory-i-love-you-i-need-you.html' title='In Loving Memory..* i love you, i need you.. but i... left you.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114477935574298639</id><published>2006-04-12T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T02:44:30.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beeen a looooong time*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;loosen up my buttons*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="bang bang*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/th6nyvs3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;been a while since i last left my traces around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm now that lazy bummer infected with sore eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and surprisingly, ernie and me got infected at the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;time and on the same left eye. how &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;genetically synchronized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(as ernie would call it) sore eye's wack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ahh, here's just a list of the days i had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;; town with the dork, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then chillax' at bernardo's bella luna studio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(ernie knows what we went through that night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but thankfully we're both safe together *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;phew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;; awesome day out with naddie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;pastamania, eyecandies, psp, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;bootyshayking, boys, boys, boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp; videos@thecathay then booze blast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;at midnight with naddie&amp;amp;aj.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;; girls day in at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;; out with the ipod and my book.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;; chillaxin' afternoon with the bestfriend, ernie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;vanilla milkshakes! &amp; then watch mr. glenn kinkee with dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;; a cheesy chillaxin' night out with carl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;oh it was all so good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;nah wells, its now time for my beauty sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;goodnight loves, stay tuned for more bimbotic rants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;we watched the full moon, and i remember you saw a falling star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="heart*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/Hearts1.gif" border="0" /&gt; i wished it was endless. &lt;img alt="heart*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/Hearts1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114477935574298639?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114477935574298639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114477935574298639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114477935574298639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114477935574298639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/04/beeen-looooong-time.html' title='beeen a looooong time*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114427051090854484</id><published>2006-04-06T04:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:22:30.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, heartache.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;hello, goodbye..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="hello, heartache." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/heatrkkk.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;oh why can't i be what you need..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hello there, dorks from my nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;ohhokay, i've been out most of the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;(no wait, all of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;bloohday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i'm fully hooked up this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;today was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;le incredible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ernie and nunu were gangsta lovin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;didn't keep track of time and ended up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;back home late. and nowadays i don't really like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;reaching home late. weird, but its already like a habit, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;psshh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ah, guess i better do something about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and tomorrow, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to girlies crunkin`day out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;with my dearest &lt;u&gt;ERNIE&lt;/u&gt; &amp; dear &lt;u&gt;NADDIE&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; we might just have a chaffeur to drive us around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;since my friend is like so willing to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ah yeah, we be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;booty poppin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;` doofs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;shopping, camwhoring, ben&amp;jerrys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and all that girly jazz thang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;friday will be, uhm.. hah. (ernie knows naddie knows..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; then saturday, chicks out again with &lt;u&gt;ERNIE&lt;/u&gt; &amp; &lt;u&gt;JUNIE&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;this is like what i call, &lt;u&gt;JEN&lt;/u&gt;itals. &lt;u&gt;J&lt;/u&gt;unie, &lt;u&gt;E&lt;/u&gt;rnie, &lt;u&gt;N&lt;/u&gt;unie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;lol, just messing with that, but oyeahh we'll be rockin`town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; it has been a while since i last watched a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but i doubt there's like anything interesting to catch now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;update me anyone? seems like i'm so out of this world, bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="i love ernie*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/loveher.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;inseparable, and i love her like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm deciding on the colour for my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;either shades of brown or like reddish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;with like highlights.. so any good choices?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you know the drill, yaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hotness of the week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="richie sambora*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/richiee.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ah cheeses, tell me he's hotness. richie sambora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(lead guitarist for bon jovi) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but then again, it can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;be anymore sweeter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="carl wheezer*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/baaaae.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;carl wheezer&lt;/u&gt;, jimmy neutron's bestfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;episodes of jimmy neutron never gets me bored,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and its always cracking my cheese up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;oyeahh, ernie loves llamas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but carl's mine!! eh, uhm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*sticks tongue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4:48AM&lt;/span&gt;, and i can't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(umm cheese, i'm like that bored ay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's like i have insomnia or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ah, i'm forcing myself to bedland, peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="PEACE*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/peees.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;goodnight, one love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114427051090854484?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114427051090854484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114427051090854484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114427051090854484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114427051090854484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-heartache.html' title='hello, heartache.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114392487574344590</id><published>2006-04-02T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T05:07:40.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you love me, or do you not..*?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;i won't see you tonight..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="://nunu*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/lookthere.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;and while i'm gone everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;another sleepless night, though i'm so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;was surprisingly approached by two hot ladies in sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;black tanktop&amp;minis with their heels on at &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the esp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and they're from this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snag-mag.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;SNAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;they got me into this MDSB thingymajiggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;most desired snag babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &amp;amp; i had to follow them down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;from the esplanade mall to this SNAG booth outside DXO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;goodie bag with voucher, DXO club membership and some photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and umm, it's all cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;took the last train home, totally fagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and sometimes, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; just don't have to flaunt the fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that "i-have-a-boyfriend-to-kiss-and-hug-but-you-don't."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;if jealousy's the word you're looking for, try harder babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but just keep reminding yourself, it won't work, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;tired, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so very the tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;goodnight, sweat peas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(&amp;amp; that was sppos'd to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;okay bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;x o x o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="you*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/knowiloveyou.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114392487574344590?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114392487574344590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114392487574344590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114392487574344590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114392487574344590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-you-love-me-or-do-you-not.html' title='do you love me, or do you not..*?'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114386787017586992</id><published>2006-04-01T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T13:16:32.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not wishing, anymore?...*</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;i won't look back..*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="i'm not wishing anymore." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/blogaq.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;dear diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;too many things circling my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but i guess these things are just better left unsaid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;this cut is on my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114386787017586992?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114386787017586992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114386787017586992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114386787017586992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114386787017586992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-not-wishing-anymore.html' title='i&apos;m not wishing, anymore?...*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114375065218344871</id><published>2006-03-31T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T05:04:03.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear heart, prepare to shatter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;seize the day..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="prepare to shatter*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/SHATTER1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;i see my vision burn, i feel my memories fade with time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;but i'm too young to worry, a melody, a memory, or just one picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-seize the day; avenged sevenfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hello, lovers of my nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;been a pretty while since i last blogged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i mean like really really blogged, and because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i've been quite distracted with stuffs around. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;good news, my hair is growing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;latest news, ernie's decided to cut her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and what's really new? fara snipped her hair short, real short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="nunu&amp;fara*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/bebeeh.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;well of course she looks hawt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;okay well, hair tales aside for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;its friday and i'll be hanging out with my bunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;be around town/city hall, as usual. &amp;amp; it's black friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;so, what if i never hold you, or kiss your lips again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;so i never want to leave you and the memories for us to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;i beg don't leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and so it was stay home thursday for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my friends were surprised that i'm actually home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(wow, good girl today eh.) mmm, rrrrright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then i went down to northpoint with my brother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;to get dinner for ourselves and the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;just one meal today, and then i'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;decide to go on a hunger strike like gandhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then katrina will be back in a coupla weeks time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;we be bangin' this time fo'shizzle, &amp; i miss her like cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i make sure she gets me the nice lacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;lingeries and sweet scents from the phillipines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so anyhows, its like &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4:23AM&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; i'm ain't asleep, yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;later might be a long day, so i better get some rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="labret piercing*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/labrettt.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and this, is just seriously hawt please, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;silence you lost me, no chance for one more day, i stand here alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;falling away from you, no chance to get back home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;goodnight, sweet loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114375065218344871?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114375065218344871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114375065218344871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114375065218344871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114375065218344871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-heart-prepare-to-shatter.html' title='dear heart, prepare to shatter.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114359089109779525</id><published>2006-03-29T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T08:21:09.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>autumns monologue*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="autumns monologue*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/autumms.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;autumns monologue..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh why can't i be what you need? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a new improved version of me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I'm nothing so good no, i'm nothing.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just bones, a lonely ghost burning down songs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of violence, of love, and of sorrow, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i beg for just one more tomorrow..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where you'd hold me down, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fold me in deep deep deep in the heart of your sins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd break in two over you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd break in two and each piece of me dies &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and only you can give the breath of life.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you don't see me, you dont..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here i'm pinned between darkness and light, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bleached and blinded by these nights. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where i'm tossing and tortured till dawn by you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;visions of you, then you're gone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the shock bleeds the red from my face, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i hear someone's taken my place. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how could love be so thoughtless, so cruel? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when all, all that i did was for you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd break in two over you.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd break in two and each piece of me dies &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and only you can give the breath of life.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you dont see me, you don't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd break in two over you.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd break in two and each piece of me dies &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and only you can give the breath of life.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you don't see me, you don't.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd break in two over you, i'd break in two over you.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;over you i'd break in two, i would break in two for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now you see me, now you don't. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now you need me, now you don't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="nunu*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/monool.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114359089109779525?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114359089109779525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114359089109779525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114359089109779525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114359089109779525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/03/autumns-monologue.html' title='autumns monologue*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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alt="nunu*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/Bloggo.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hello miracle morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;so we locked ourselves in your room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;and we got lost in each other's eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;he whispered in her ear &amp; she'd laugh at his silly jokes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;even if they were pointless. he'd hold her hand &amp;amp; not let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;he had no idea how happy it made her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;she'd rest her head on his shouder, close her eyes &amp; listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;to their song while he kissed her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;she memorized the touch of his lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;she didn't want to leave anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; they'd snuggle under the blanket and he'd hug her tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;when she told him she was cold. it would be three in the morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;but they'd still be tangled in each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;she knew he was something special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;he is something &lt;u&gt;special&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it was a miracle morning for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;all dreadful, sulking and stamping my feet on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i felt like a little girl. still, we left house early for indonesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i was a few steps away, until my "miracle" flew upon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;shan't elaborate it here. (insert evil laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but i'll miss my mom, away for the whole week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and my dad, away during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i want my mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'll miss my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;come home soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(did i just smell/spell party?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="N&amp;E*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/neckiee.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;shopping, movie &amp;amp; milkshakes with the bestfriend yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and we got ourselves pretty loop earrings at a fabolously cheap price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'll be heading out again today, i need to get mooooooore stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i got a whole chunk and junk of them on my shopping list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ah, i miss my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this silence strips me bare, and your body pins me down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've never been so scared to breathe, afraid to make a sound.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but all i know, is you'll never let me go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kick and scream, and bite, and bleed, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and make believe it's all a dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;bleed for you - hidden in plain view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114291874033594840?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114291874033594840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114291874033594840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114291874033594840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114291874033594840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/03/miracle-morninggreat.html' title='miracle morning`GREAT.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114275425999064930</id><published>2006-03-19T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:12:44.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="L.O.V.E*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/LOVEljgd.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're tugging at my heart strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the way she laughs, the way she sleeps, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the way she tries to please you, the way she looks at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and the way she loves you just like no other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;always remember that, she can always walk up and away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;getting someone else who can love her so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so much more than how she knows you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;for all you know, there is someone out there wooing her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but she is rejecting what might be a perfect love for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;there could be someone else out there, who is willing to love her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;more than how you are loving her, fulfilling her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;every need and love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;her as much as she's loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;humans with their guilty conscience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;when you are holding her today, and then you cheat on her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hugging and kissing another, then you run back to her and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;do just the same thing, you hug her then you kiss her, but this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;time you only see LOVE when you look into her eyes, only in her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;how does it feel to know you broke her heart in a hush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;she's the one who loves you unconditionally, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;who loves you for who you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;not because you're good-looking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;not for the dollar bills, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;not because you buy her things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;she just really loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;your every touch, your every word, &lt;u&gt;everything about you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;appreciate her, treasure her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;never ever break her fragile heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you'll never know, that she's the only one who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;can love you that very special way where no one else can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you'll never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;want to feel the regret of letting her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone whom you can never find the same ever again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so love her, and never let her go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;just something i got on the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;good afternoon, it's raining heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i wanna get soaked.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img alt="*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/z7685794.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114275425999064930?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114275425999064930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114275425999064930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114275425999064930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114275425999064930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/03/love.html' title='L.O.V.E'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114270432314643807</id><published>2006-03-19T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T12:47:17.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feelin`sleepy. orchard parade hotel-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="nunu*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/Sneakers.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;vanilla milkshakes &amp; him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;orchard parade hotel&lt;/u&gt; with acot, the bestfriend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and my boyfriend was definitely awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm loving them to bits and cheese crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and we both made a hot cuppa milk tea together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i wonder who's tea tastes better, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mmhmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;recipe for my best hot cuppa milk tea &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;a tea sachet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;scalding hot water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;about two creamers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;lots and lots of sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;snuggles, hugs &amp;amp; kisses from him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&amp; with carl robert beside me, it just makes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hot cuppa tea all sugar sweetness baby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i'm craving vanilla milkshake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114270432314643807?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114270432314643807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114270432314643807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114270432314643807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114270432314643807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/03/feelinsleepy-orchard-parade-hotel.html' title='feelin`sleepy. orchard parade hotel-*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114253911942142554</id><published>2006-03-17T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T03:58:39.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>carl&amp;nurul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/Togeth.png" border="0" alt="perfect*" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;goodnight, sweet love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114253911942142554?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114253911942142554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114253911942142554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;mmhmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;well okay, just something simple.&lt;br /&gt;nothing fancy for now. so stay tuned loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;i'm cravin' vanilla milkshakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114240885118187573?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114240885118187573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114240885118187573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114240885118187573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114240885118187573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/03/thatchiqa.html' title='.:THATCHIQA:.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114167011030669103</id><published>2006-03-07T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T02:50:49.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THEsuns&amp;wayne'sCAR. ernie. LOT1withSAFWAN&amp;carl*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt=".: ernie&amp;nunu :." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/Blogfriends2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ernie looks really adorable here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;both of us in wayne's car, [brag] drummer of &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the suns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. [/brag]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;he picked us up at the train station near ernie's place, and then headed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;off the causeway point to get their movie tickets. didn't catch it with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;them since i planned to meet up with the friends at lot 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ernie and me were camwhoring in the car, and just couldn't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;giggling and laughing to our silly jokes. and since we both didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;eat in an appropriate manner earlier in the afternoon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the mother of all tummy aches struck us. &lt;em&gt;ouch&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;went down to mos burger with them, wayne bought us drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and those frozen strawberries i wanted. then just talked, and talked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;till we didn't realize their movie was already starting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i was telling wayne about the minah i had a tiff with at cineleisure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;about how silly that doofus can really get, (so typical). staring head to toe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;all that "i-walk-behind-you-and-hit-your-back-cus-i-ain't-satisfied" thang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;she did that like about, 4-5 times? i noticed but chose to ignore that beef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but then she got on MY VERY LAST NERVE. that i just had to kick her legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the moment she made an attempt to hit my back again with her disgusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;FAT ASS. (note: not big/sexy but FUGLY kinda FAT arse) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;she even went out and brought her boyfriend in to "defend" her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and you know what? he didn't even seem to bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;what's all that big fuss about man?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but it was sweet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;because Carl was right there to defend me, awww.. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;she was just wasting her time walking here and there to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hit my back on purpose, seeking attention from me that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and please, i ain't a piece of log that you can bump your fugly fat ass on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;she got me really trippin' that i just had to kick her elephant legs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I WAS REALLY MAD&lt;/u&gt;, like seriously annoyed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but cheeses, i cooled down that easily right after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cheeeeeeesy peeeesy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then she got mad of course, fugly typa`mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; started blurting out typical malay vulgars at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i rather not sink to her level and do the same, so i chose to ignore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so typical of those creatures. they ain't happy with you and start to pork &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;around like silly mofos' thinking you're sooo intimidated by them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;girl, please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;all that aside, because it's already annoying the cheese out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;back to the story, ernie&amp;wayne went to catch their movie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and then i headed down to choa chu kang, met up with safwan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;was walking around, recording silly voices on his cellphone while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;waiting for mister carl robert to arrive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then as usual, slacked around `&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the lovin' it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;played some funny song words game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;rohaizad was supposed to like meet us, but he was really late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so after a few hours of plain chilling out, all went back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm feeling kinda sleepy right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i've got some job briefing tomorrow since i'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;working with ernie from this thursday to sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;just a temporary job offer we got, for some thingy at Suntec City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then late-night friday, safwan and carl asked me along to some ktv with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a whole bunch of friends.. been ages since i've been karaoke-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;well so i might be going, then again continue work on saturday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;psshhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. my whole week's gonna be packed and though it haven't really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;started, it's already making me feel.. really really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm already missing princess fara, supposed to be meeting her soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and catch up on A WHOLE CHUNK of stuffs. we'll find the day babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and of course, i'm missing ernie's macaroni too. i shall make her cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;for me tomorrow since i'm heading over to her place at twelve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;had a good time with ernie&amp;amp;wayne-the-suns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the straight ride from yishun to woodlands was fun.&lt;br /&gt;and hanging out with my best pals.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the night breeze got us shivering cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll blog again soon.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are really heavy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's just blissful when i'm right in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;goodnight walligators. i'm so tired and sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114167011030669103?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114167011030669103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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LOT1withSAFWAN&amp;carl*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114157669722284164</id><published>2006-03-05T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:46:53.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Destination 3 With CARL*...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="carl&amp;nurul" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/classic.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the picture of carl&amp;amp;me on our 4th month.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i find it really adorable, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;was tossing in bed this morning when carl called,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;well, to wake me up of course. hung around in my room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;before heading for my shower and then after, we went out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;plans to watch final destination 3, and finally after long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;afternoon show at the marina square golden village.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;OMG, their heads really splattered like crushed watermelons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i would say it's a three outta five, ernie rated it that way too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;though i ain't really satisfied with the ending, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;pshh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;shan't spoil it for those who haven't watched. so go watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;dinner at the m'square foodcourt, black pepper chicken baked rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;carl had his favourite saba fish. &amp; we just spent the whole time talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and then to the esplanade, hung out.. just sitting, wiggling and yes, talking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then we saw the ice-cream man floating in the sky after carl actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;saw a shooting star. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;make a wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;spent a couple of hours there, and how we felt time passed so quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;boarded the train back home, and just when i felt things were going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;pretty well that night, something else just had to spoil a tad-bit of my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;just someone happened to bump into the both of us, particularly carl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and the first phrase that was blurted out, (in &lt;u&gt;typical&lt;/u&gt; malay of course);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;changed girlfriend again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?" of course she said it clearly to make sure i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;heard it all. gosh, i was definitely right smack infront of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and with her bitch of a look, i smiled in friendliness, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i wonder how some of you girls would feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;if you happen to be in my position that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;becus' that is seriously rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;some people just got to learn some basic manners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i mean, that's really rude don't you think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;how obvious it is that her phrase was meant for me to hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and feel really insulted of course. &amp;amp; the whole time carl and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;were standing against the glass panel, having our good time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i saw through the reflection that she was just staring our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;carl's right, she's just a bitch anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;typicals like that are seriously advised to take basic manners classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i mean, no offence. i smiled and that's no reason for her to be bitchified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;all that aside, before i start to rant more. just be nice, and i will too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so, i had a great time with carl. well, it was nice although i felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that time was going a little too fast. and yes, i hope none of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;jump into conclusions, whatever that means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm feeling a little hungry now, that's cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;because i'm supposed to sorta put on a little more weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i have no idea what's in the kitchen for me to pig out on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i might just be having instant noodles cus' it's been such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a looooong time since i had one, with egg of course. mmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;anyhows, i'm supposed to call safwan right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i'll be on my way to the instant noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;blog again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;later walligator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and lots of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114157669722284164?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114157669722284164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114157669722284164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114157669722284164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114157669722284164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/03/final-destination-3-with-carl.html' title='Final Destination 3 With CARL*...'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114153063844077327</id><published>2006-03-04T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T11:54:37.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;cause' now that it feels like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it's far from what it was like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;that when our time has finally come to pass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;somethings last, somethings always last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;we laugh we cry, and all the while we felt so alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;it was you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;endless summer.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114153063844077327?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114153063844077327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114153063844077327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114153063844077327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114153063844077327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/03/crap.html' title='crap*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114097411056169726</id><published>2006-02-27T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:27:25.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>computer's gonna die* rest in chips baby..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rest in chips, baby*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, and sad to say.&lt;br /&gt;my computer will be leaving me soon.&lt;br /&gt;it's down on its deathbed right now.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the time to its one last breath.&lt;br /&gt;and then, poof* goodbye baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years with you, its quite a fucking long time.&lt;br /&gt;the memories i shared in you, endless pictures&lt;br /&gt;taking up space, songs all kind of songs, games,&lt;br /&gt;remember the time i haven't had internet broadband,&lt;br /&gt;i shoved the phone line in one of your gaps for connectivity,&lt;br /&gt;remember the time you were sick, i didn't get to utilize you&lt;br /&gt;for months, i knew i missed you that's why i called the doctor to fix you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pictures are stucked on your face baby,&lt;br /&gt;there's a nemo sticker and heart shapes too.&lt;br /&gt;there's alot of memories inside of you, sometimes you&lt;br /&gt;would get upset with me, and just die on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you really get on my very last nerve,&lt;br /&gt;with all the stupid silly ads and pop-ups.&lt;br /&gt;you've been drinking too much huh. that explains the&lt;br /&gt;over excessive of pop-up puking. and you haven't been&lt;br /&gt;practising safe sex, no wonder some virus affected you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, how could you do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;you know i need you everyday. you're the only thing&lt;br /&gt;i never ever fail to touch each and every single day.&lt;br /&gt;your presence has given alot of beauty in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have always been there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i have never failed to turn you on. yes, turn you on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sometimes its hard for me to get to sleep, because i always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;want to be with you. you're my best entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i always want to touch you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's sad, that i'm going to live without you, anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i have alot to say, but i hope all these explains it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i won't get to see you on my desktop soon everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you won't be around, and i know i'm gonna miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm gonna miss you badly, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i know that i can't live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;well, maybe i'm gonna get a new partner soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a new look. a new name. a new everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;not like some infected diseased sick bastard like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ah, no matter what, i'll still be around until the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you die. and you'll be gone. i'm sorry if i can't give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you the best funeral ever. because i might just sell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you off to the karang guni man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but just keep this in mind, i have loved you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and thank you, for everything. EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so sad you'll be leaving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;rest in microchips, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and to the real baby, i love you too.&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/6759352-114097411056169726?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114097411056169726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last chance, for one last dance*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="nunu&amp;carl*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/awwbeeb.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;i love you, i have loved you all along..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;and i miss you, been far away for far too long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;i keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;stop breathing if, i don't see you anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;aww, the song's just so lovely. far away by nickelback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;fara and me was in love with that song when we heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it on the radio, and just kept singing to it although at that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;point of time we still weren't sure of the title. cheesy girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i woke up surprisingly early this morning, no idea why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;watched peter pan on hbo, and tinkerbell's really cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but i can imagine myself being the tinkerbell of the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;omg, *puke-puke* i think it's the early morning flattering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;yesterday was cheezin'. stayed at home the whole day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;couldn't find anything to do for myself so just sat on my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;deathseat (you might see that on my msn nick), butts glued &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and stuck to the computer the whole time. i didn't even get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;anything to eat for myself except for one pathetic egg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(and no i didn't eat the fugly fish, it was gone before i knew it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;was on the phone with carl last night before he went to sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then talked to fara after she's said to be walking aimlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;around her house (hahaha!), and then i was going to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;when these two little doofies decided we chatted on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so my plan to turn in early backfired and i had to call safwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;since he was sleeping over at ijad's. i was on loudspeaker and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;had to entertain their cheeses the whole night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;they were like karaoke-ing away, recording all our voices,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;singing to emo songs. and they decided to call me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;huda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;oh crap. and we cheesed about the funniest things ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;they were trying to make me feel terrified by telling me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;some crap ghost stories. duh, but it was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and then i decided to fall back to dreamland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i still haven't got my usb cable that's left at ernie's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;well maybe i'll be dropping by later, and might just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;be around town (maybe) 'cus i still feel lazy to go out though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and momsie left early this morning, there was no egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;left in the kitchen, decided to bounce off to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mama shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;to get bread and egg but the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;bread haven't come yet darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so i decided to just get myself sardine puffs and chocolate milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;mmmm, sedap. and i'm so full already. i wonder if this' gon`be my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;first and last meal of the day, but something tells me it is, heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'll be spring-cleaning my room today, (i did a little yesterday).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and yes this time its gon`be really spring-cleaning. if you notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that's the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;secret-code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me and fara used. but plees, there ain't any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hunk in my room. except for valentino rossi on the wall, hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; well the only real hunk that's been in my room is carl himself. (hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so anyway, hunks aside. now i've got more things on my shopping list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i make sure i strike 'em off one by one, before it gets much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and with the fact that me and fara got into mini toons the other day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i find myself fascinated with their picture frames, cushions and pen holders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's all so fluffy pinky pink pink. and this reminds me of MY PINK CAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm sure carl knows about that because i've been telling him how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm gon`be decorating the interior of my car. and miss fara knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;this too. we'll both be taking our drivers liscense together, that is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;after we pass our theory. oww, i can't wait. then i'll be pickin' up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my bestgirlpals like ernie, me closey friends and me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;beebee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*, bouncin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;round the streets, be bangin' loud glamorous muzik, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;side by side to fara's mobil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so just hop into my ride cheezes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;such a &lt;img alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/6169379_l.gif" border="0" /&gt;dreamgirl i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and a tinge of drama queen* (you'll see this in my nick too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;aww, i miss watching &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;confessions of a teenage drama queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with ernie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;this life just crumbles down in a whole pile of mess, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;when my girlfriends all ain't here with me by my side!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ok well, enough with the drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm off to have my shower, and waiting for some idiot to call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;since i'm asked to be out in town. and just do a tad bit of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;spring cleaning before leaving the house later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom has been nagging at me, &lt;br /&gt;for the past seventeen years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;gah. i think i'm beginning to get really used to it already.&lt;br /&gt;that i just jumped around in the toilet before having my bath yest.&lt;br /&gt;you can call me crazy and deranged, because i think i am. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fara, you and i know what happened last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;switch on, switch off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. we're both ON now. *huggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and ernie, i know i still owe you your prata darling! mwah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so i'll blog again. (omgsh it just started to rain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;later walligator. lots of love and raindrops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;hold on to me and, never let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114075205411824971?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114075205411824971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114075205411824971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114075205411824971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114075205411824971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/02/far-away-nickelback-with-you.html' title='far away* (nickelback) with you...'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114069832084257709</id><published>2006-02-23T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:11:24.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>giving it all away*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i may be sweet, but i'm still on the vine*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just look a little closer, you might find that it's not the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm blogging again because i'm so bored. halou, boredom nation.&lt;br /&gt;i just had my bath a while ago (it's 7:46PM). feeling so fresh, so fine.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't eaten for the whole day. makes up for the two meals i had&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, beef fried rice lunch and chocolate sunday french fries dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashlee simpson's on my playlist. i swear i'm addicted to her right now.&lt;br /&gt;her songs are just, gosh. momsie cooked some fugly fish for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'll eat it though. i was feeling very hungry this afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;but the hunger's already gone for now. maybe i'll just ring up mcdonald's&lt;br /&gt;delivery later for supper. i'll see about that. if i get hungry again that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, just some replies to my tags.&lt;br /&gt;the tee's from zara. i loooove it man.&lt;br /&gt;and no i didn't rebond my hair babe.&lt;br /&gt;ahem, my boyfriend doesn't want me to.&lt;br /&gt;heh, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. well yeah i didn't rebond it and not planning to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well actually i rebonded it like three years ago,&lt;br /&gt;but i've cut it all short and stuffs. so yes, my hair is&lt;br /&gt;naturally straight and it can get pretty wavy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;fara's hair is rebonded and it's like so smooth and nice.&lt;br /&gt;ernie's hair is naturally very straight. she's born with perfect hair.&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, enough about hair. (hair tips a few paragraphs below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all you curious ones, about the silly halijah-the-loser issue,&lt;br /&gt;i seriously couldn't be bothered. i mean, when that name's spitted out,&lt;br /&gt;we all know who she is, don't we? i mean, who's she trying to kid?&lt;br /&gt;and how dumb, sucking up to me most of the time. i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living a life full of copying and pasting.&lt;br /&gt;i think she was once a photocopying machine in her past life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i was told to file a police report for her plagiarism.&lt;br /&gt;and i will. the neighbourhood police post is just around the hood.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, whatever she says about me in her trash, only fools believe.&lt;br /&gt;whatever that tickles her fancy yes? whatever that makes her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, we all know "she blogs" so perfectly similar, like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;oh wellos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. all that silly-majigglies aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's friday tomorrow, i haven't really plan anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at exactly one, this afternoon. i wonder what time&lt;br /&gt;i'll be turning in tonight or will be waking up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and gosh, my tummy is playing the orchestra right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, here are just some tips for your hair.&lt;br /&gt;after having your shower, leave it to dry naturally.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, of course just dry it up a little and not leave&lt;br /&gt;water trickling down your floor. sit in your room,&lt;br /&gt;switch on your fan, drape a towel around yourself&lt;br /&gt;(that depends if you haven't put on clothes)&lt;br /&gt;you won't want your little brother or whoever&lt;br /&gt;to run in and watch you in the nude like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the thing is, let your hair dry naturally.&lt;br /&gt;use your fingers as a comb, and bristle through your tresses.&lt;br /&gt;and refrain from using a comb because since your hair is wet,&lt;br /&gt;it might just break your hair. it's not hairthy. one more thang,&lt;br /&gt;don't bother using a towel and frizzle it dry. it will leave your&lt;br /&gt;hair all frizzed up when its dry and when you're out in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for herbal essences lovers like me,&lt;br /&gt;don't forget to condition your hair. it's totally essential.&lt;br /&gt;because the shampoo itself would leave your hair dry&lt;br /&gt;so better keep it all moisturized. you won't want to look like&lt;br /&gt;a frizzball with a bird on your head thinking its laying eggs on its nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when your hair is almost dry, it will feel silky smooth,&lt;br /&gt;shiny and you'll have that shampoo smelling hair for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;and even if its totally dry, using the conditioner will still keep&lt;br /&gt;your hair all moisturized. cheers to beautiful girly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guys, when a girl twirls her hair while you're noticing,&lt;br /&gt;it means they're interested in you. they're flirting with you dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that hairy-bamboozle aside for now.&lt;br /&gt;to bloghopper, i ain't sure why it gets stuck here and there.&lt;br /&gt;actually i don't face it at all. hmm.. but just update me if&lt;br /&gt;it still does get stuck around and stuffs. thanks you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's it. my tummy's officially playing its drums.&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to the kitchen for some i'm-forced-to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;another entry late tonight! just be on the lookout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love and shampoo smelling hair.&lt;br /&gt;later walligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114069832084257709?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114069832084257709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114069832084257709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114069832084257709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114069832084257709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/02/giving-it-all-away.html' title='giving it all away*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114067884239604076</id><published>2006-02-23T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T15:22:52.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't wait for wiggy'wed&amp;tannin'thurs*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fara and nunu feat. schnappi schnap*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="wolly wednesday*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/gerrrlies.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, a whole day of cheezin' GIRLfun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;met up with princess fara* sooo early, the earliest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;we've ever met to head down orchard road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;walked around and decided to have our lunch at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;far east plaza. she had honeydew chicken noodle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i had the sambal beef fried rice. couldn't finish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;after lunch, we walked around almost every single part of town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;here and there, everywhere. hopped on from one mall to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;window-shopped, "spring-cleaned" that was the term fara and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;used for 'cute hot hunks alert!'. went into a whole lot of toilets in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the different shopping malls and compare which ones better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then we head down to galleria, and played with a duck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;tried on perfumes, messed around and talked about stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and from where we were, we walked and talked and jiggled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and wiggled towards heeren and then plaza singapura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;again we visited their toilets, bumped into a couple of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;friends, looked for hair-bands and at last decided to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hop into carrefour and get JUICES. i got cranberry juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and fara got herself apple mix aloe-vera juice. mmm, sedap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then again, our journey didn't stop. but it was getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;scorching hot back then in dhoby ghaut, so we decided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;to take a straight bus to suntec city mall. and we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;all the time we couldn't stop talking and yapping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and yakkering away. talking about almost anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;we were thinking of. then we walked around suntec city,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;finally went to get fara's hair-band at mini toons, then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;went on to coffee bean for a cup of ice. and tadaaa*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;we girls were at it again. walking, talking, singing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;yakkering away.. walked through the millenia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"stupid mannekins, sexy bras, chocolate booths,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;jumping on the beds.." you know i know fara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and then we headed towards marina square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;passed the kenko store and was like, memories!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;haha, one of the first times we met each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but had never really spoken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;walked into the marina square, got a little tired,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but we still window shopped and tried on stripey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;clothes together. it was soooo crazily fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then we went down to mcdonalds, just sat around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and took pictures on the digicam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and then we bumped into fara's poly friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"hi, bye!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and the both of us pranced down to the MERLION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;our bestest memories there. the good old days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so we were quite down to an emo mode, BUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the silly merlion puked out its bits on us when the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;wind blew our way. "omg!! we'll be smelling of FISHES!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;we sat around, took pictures, talked about those days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;we were there, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;memories memories memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;looked at teeny-tiny fishes swimming around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and smelly bumboats, and the calmy river,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;splishing-splashing of waves, funny tourists..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and there came &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SCHNAPPI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;sh-schnappi, sh-schnappi, schnappi schnappi, schnap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;we talked, and jumped, and ran, and sang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and danced, and pranced around.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the fun we had was totally unexplainable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and then i started craving for Gelare's waffles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so we walked back to citylink, but some one had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;to adjust her cute little panties, and to the toilet we went!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then i changed my mind, no more gelare waffles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;let's have some other desserts. walked back to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;marina square..was walking and deciding what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;to have for ourselves, then SCHNAPPI decided for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;schnappi makes good choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;we went to mcdonalds, i had fries with chocolate sundae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and fara wanted the berrynice yoghurt with french fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but schnappi said, NO! MCFLURRY. and she did. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sat, talked talked talked, gosh we talked a whole lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and ate, slurped on our ice-creams and crunched on our fries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then later, we went back to the esplanade and sat by the bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that was the most interesting part..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;WE COULDN'T STOP TALKING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;from him, to him, to her, to us, to love, to life, to chicken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;to schnappi, to God, to stars, to religion, to confusion, et cetera..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;omaagoose* it was a whole load of chunk we talked about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;total non-stop yakkering away. one topic leads us to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and our brains got a little worked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;we went a little frustrated 'till both our legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;had, ANTIES (me and ernie call it).. that crampy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;feeling in your leg. fara was asking me, how do we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;call that "semut-semut" in our leg. ANTIES i said. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;we both just couldn't stop talking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and then got really thirsty, went to get a drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and walked back to the station, bounced back and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;took the train home.. aww what a beautiful day with fara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i know some of you must be yawning away after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;reading this. because i'm sure it's too long an entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i elaborated on almost every part. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but still, i had the best day ever with fara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and how we hope ernie was there with us too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;there's a lot like too much for me to elaborate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;more on everything else that happened yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but you get my drift, IT WAS FABOLOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and of course, there's more to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's going to be our wiggly wednesday and tanning thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;next week. wednesday: DANCE, DANCE! thursday: TANNING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;goshhhh.. fabolous majiggielous girlylous days ahead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i can so feel it in my bones! and i so can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;FUNS with you FARA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and GIRLYPOWER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;schnappi schnappi schnap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and well yes, y'alls might be thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;pictures? the visuals will be posted most probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;tonight or tomorrow. because i realized yesterday that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my usb cable's left at ernie's place. ngehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the only pictures available are from fara's cellphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;well, this entry has been sufficiently long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'll blog again this evening when i'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;be staying at home today, and surprisingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i slept too early last night that i received alot of calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;from my "i-didn't-know-she's-already-asleep" friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;at one time, i was already falling back to dreamland and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;someone! just had to call and disturb my sleeeep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i was like "HALOU!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;person: "hey, what are you doing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;me: "SLEEEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;person: "oh okay, okay sorry sorry you go to sleep okay,&lt;br /&gt;go to sleep k, gdnite."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;me: "BYE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and the last one i received was at 1:30AM from fara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i was a little pissed to hear the phone ring.. but then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;after hearing cute leg princess' voice, i smooooved down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hahahahaha. be thankful for that fara! lol, just messing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;okay, okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm off to ransack the kitchen for fruit juices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;carl gave me this banana juice recipe. i think i should try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and if i'm poisoned and i die, i know who to haunt. ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;later walligator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114067884239604076?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114054739892139609</id><published>2006-02-22T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T03:13:11.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>myspace and lots of chats*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the good intentions*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hater tags, whatever crap tags, this that shiznats,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;anything that has got to do with it, will be deleted off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so don't bother honey, you're just wasting your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;as it is, i'm proud enough to know that my blog has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;always been YOUR source of entertainment, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;haters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;whatever you call them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2:13AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, i'm blogging of boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;just checking out myspace, and chatting with some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;friends who happens to be alive at this hour. and some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;of them studying since they've got some poly exams later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so good luck to my friends who'll be sitting for their exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the day went fine, i headed over to my bestfriend's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;bought chicken chucklet and a huge bottle of green tea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;watched &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the confessions of a teenage drama queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;munching and crunching to our yummy dinner. oww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ernie and me can never have enough of chic flicks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;after &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, we watched &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mean girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;as always, our top favourite girly movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so we both just chilled around, painted our nails,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;GIRLS! and nail polishes. sat around the mattress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and talked about stuffs. it was nice hanging out with my babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;love you Ernie* see you again soon, with a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;prata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; coming your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;headed back home, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;had some rest when carl called me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then i called Fara, talked to her about a lot of stuffs. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, watevs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;still fabolously, we'll both be meeting&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, yeehaws!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;planned some stuffs with her, and just can't wait to see her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;tomorrow. again, been quite some time since we both hung&lt;br /&gt;out with only just the two of us. so tomorrow it will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i guess we'll both be eyeing for &lt;u&gt;hot hunks&lt;/u&gt; down the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;LOL. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;aww, i love my girlfriends.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;they make me the happiest chic on earth and any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;girly would be bless'd to have girlfriends like them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;thank God that bless'd girl is me. LOVE you girlfriends* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;anyhows, i'm just feeling kinda sleepy right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;will be meeting Fara at twelve tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so i guess it's time for my sugar dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"SALVAGE IT* or SCRAP IT*" entry will be up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(and oh, this reminds me of the create a blogskin entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that i promised some of you. i decided not to publish it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my blog, and if you are really interested, please inform me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i'll send you the details through e-mail.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;because it helps if i know who you are and who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'll be sharing the tips with. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;later walligator and goodnight loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;ps: the perfect type for me, is you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114054739892139609?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114054739892139609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114054739892139609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114054739892139609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114054739892139609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/02/myspace-and-lots-of-chats.html' title='myspace and lots of chats*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114049747852683369</id><published>2006-02-21T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T13:26:19.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>away from the sun*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;couch with you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;good af'tnoon all you big red apples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i was on my bed, and the moment my eyes opened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i looked at the clock and it was exactly twelve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;supposedly to wake up at ten, get breakfast and head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;to ernie's place. but the angel of sleep wants me to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;more of dreamland, and gosh, i had sucha weird dream last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ok, shan't elaborate it here of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ernie was at my place last night after she got back from town,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i was supposed to go along, but i felt really tired and lazy last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so i decided to head back home and have plenty of rest for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so ernie came over, she used her laptop while i was on my pc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then her connection got a little screwed so i gave her mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and started hogging on the phone with carl. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LB, LB, LB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i miss my girlfriends. dear ernie and that cute leg princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;they're just the sweetener to my days. can't wait to see them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and oh, for this whole week, i'll be a good girl and stay at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;planning to get plenty of rest for myself and then blast off on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;weekends. i'm sick and tired of going out and feeling all restless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i've been having lack of sleep and good rest for myself so it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;essential i have it now for this whole week since i've got no plans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;as impossible as you might think, i'm still staying at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my brother's getting married in about five months time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;how fast time flies. i can't wait to see him get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;wooopee* okay, i'm off to make my bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;later walligator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;ps: i miss you and your cute ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114049747852683369?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114049747852683369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114049747852683369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114049747852683369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114049747852683369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/02/away-from-sun.html' title='away from the sun*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114042308694319754</id><published>2006-02-20T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T16:11:26.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at ernie's place, wind blowin`sexaye*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;whatever, whatever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm here at ernie's place, she's still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;and it's already 3:49PM. so, WAKE UP ERNIE!! &lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for safwan to come over, he's on his way now&lt;br /&gt;from school that is. then we'll all be heading off to somewhere in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i helped ernie do some cleaning today while she's asleep.&lt;br /&gt;i cleaned the kitchen, sweeped the floor, washed the dishes,&lt;br /&gt;this that shiznat, because i know her mom would be screaming&lt;br /&gt;out loud when she gets back and see the house in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;like, "OH MY GOSH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was food-a-licious. ernie and me ate whole loads.&lt;br /&gt;we were starving the night before, there was no gas in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;and we couldn't cook shit. went to the hotel dinner with ernie, met up&lt;br /&gt;with my aunties and cousins and niece. it's all GIRLS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate way too much. pasta, drumlets, lamb, omelette, fishball, samosa&lt;br /&gt;and just so much more. then we had BREAD AND BUTTER PUDDING,&lt;br /&gt;like oh my gosh it totally creaaaamed me. so sweet and buttery.&lt;br /&gt;then we had fruits topped with whipped cream. had sushi.&lt;br /&gt;ah! a whole range of delicacies. ate till we got tummy aches.&lt;br /&gt;and we got really full that we didn't really finish up the plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the best i had was the creamy mushroom pasta,&lt;br /&gt;and of course, bread and butter pudding. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough about food, i'm feeling quite a little hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;might be smoking up the pan later. let's see what's there to sizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY was fine, a day's out with ernie, sara, raz.&lt;br /&gt;then we met up with han. bumped into people around,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure some silly informers who spotted me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around town, dinner was all on han.&lt;br /&gt;then he went off, we met a couple of ernie's soggy friends. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;hung around, headed to the esplanade, made silly videos and took &lt;br /&gt;silly pictures while in the bus. it was awesome with the whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;then sara met up with her blind date. everything was flowing through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt a little sick, terrible terrible cramps although aunt flow just departed.&lt;br /&gt;took the train back home with ernie, and just minutes after we left the station,&lt;br /&gt;i puked out the whole chunk of fries. eeew. you can imagine the disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok all that aside.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to wake ernie up soon,&lt;br /&gt;if she doesn't want to open her eyes, &lt;br /&gt;i'll just take a bowl of water and splish splash it all on her.&lt;br /&gt;just messing ernie* if you're reading this now. but really, i was&lt;br /&gt;going to do it. hahahahaha. kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the little cute leg princess. *cough cough.&lt;br /&gt;did i just say cute leg princess? eew.&lt;br /&gt;haha, i miss fara. it was her four months anniversary&lt;br /&gt;with her little froggy boy on saturday. was supposed to meet&lt;br /&gt;her but plans changed and stuffs. MISS U FARA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, safwan just arrived.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to entertain him right now.&lt;br /&gt;blog again soon. later wallitator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;x o x o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114042308694319754?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114042308694319754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114042308694319754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114042308694319754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114042308694319754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/02/at-ernies-place-wind-blowinsexaye.html' title='at ernie&apos;s place, wind blowin`sexaye*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114016469891066498</id><published>2006-02-17T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T16:55:27.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know you turned back*</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="you know you love me*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/iftherea.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the sun came up, we were sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;sunk inside our blankets, sprawled across the bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;we're glad for what we've got,&lt;br /&gt;done with what we've lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i know you turned back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored again, and it has began to drizzle outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the momsie's baking, and we're both heading out later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;supposed to meet razali, and head down to westspring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but i'm all lazy and i rather not go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;straylight run's on my playlist, just nice for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a snuggly cold afternoon, with the pleasant whiff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;of momsie's baking. gah, i wish i had a pet to play with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;at least it'll chase the boredom away. right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm a little excited for the weekends, which is meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my bestfriends again, aw i just love them. speaking of that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i made an interesting discovery a few days back. really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i actually met someone who can bend his thumb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and fingers just like mine. and that person happens to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;have a lot of similarities with me.. &lt;img alt="heart*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/6169379_l.gif" border="0" /&gt;fascinating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ahem* well fara and ernie should know what i'm blabbing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;on another note, i'm kinda excited for sunday.&lt;br /&gt;also because the dinner i'm having at the Holiday Inn.&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually looking forward to the oysters.. oow aphrodisiac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and hopefully, my favourite bread and butter pudding. aaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then if everything else is all well planned and stuffs,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be meeting up with mister hakim. and maybe i can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;go shop for some stuffs with him. there's quite a number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;of things that i need to get for myself. like, a new set of lingerie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hahaha, just messing. well, we'll see how the sunday goes.&lt;br /&gt;and right now, i can just see the dark grey skies around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;its pouring soon, and here i'll be spending a rainy afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;at home, i'll be turning to the television later and be a couch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;potato 'till the evening, then heading out with momsie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was chatting with some friends just now, and Hana alerted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;me about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; something, this annoying doofus who's at it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=10362189"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;miss-i'll-never-get-enough-of-plagiarizing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.my-immortal-life.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's-not-the-first-nor-the-second-nor-the-third. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(yes, links on both)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;seriously, it's so sickening that she keeps copying&amp;amp;pasting&lt;br /&gt;my entries and my archives. and i bet not only mine too.&lt;br /&gt;from the blogs all over the world. gosh, shameless isn't she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've closed one eye, but now i'm warning all you people again.&lt;br /&gt;just lookout for 'i-don't-know-how-to-blog' people who only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;goes around other people's site and simply CTRL+C, CTRL+V.&lt;br /&gt;even after much attempts of apologizing and desperately sending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;friendster messages and emails to ME so i'd help her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;tell the people around that she's learnt her lesson. bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, just watch out for her.&lt;br /&gt;you might just see your entries on her blog one unfortunate day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;maybe one kind soul would make her realize that people&lt;br /&gt;are still watching her filthy tricks. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks Hana for reminding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be a couch potato for now,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm already missing my girlfriends so fast.&lt;br /&gt;and uhm, missing someone too.*&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, blog again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later walligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114016469891066498?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114016469891066498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114016469891066498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114016469891066498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114016469891066498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-know-you-turned-back.html' title='i know you turned back*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114014576483241040</id><published>2006-02-17T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T12:48:38.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just an entry*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i won't let time erase*&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;(yesterday's entry that i only got to publish today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, blogging when i'm bored in the midnight.&lt;br /&gt;i have quite a number of entries that i saved as draft.&lt;br /&gt;i think because i felt like i rather kept it all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatting with fara, ernie, sufyan, and hakim has just gone to bed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm heading off to bed soon too, so just a quick entry before&lt;br /&gt;i fall back to dreamland.. i'm again listening to destiny's child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;brown eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, it's serenading me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know that he loves me 'coz he told me so,&lt;br /&gt;i know that he loves me 'coz his feelings show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's missing me, when he's not kissing me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sleeping over at ernie's today, since i miss my parents&lt;br /&gt;both so much. so i decided to hop on home and fade the misses.&lt;br /&gt;felt so good after seeing the momsie today, and it just gets better&lt;br /&gt;to see her in such a good mood. now i'm already missing ernie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went awesome, spent the whole evening with raz, fara and fir.&lt;br /&gt;chilled around at fara's place, played around with her laptop,&lt;br /&gt;painted our nails, chit-chatted around, drank, ate, just basically&lt;br /&gt;enjoying our time there. then they played UNO, at last we had&lt;br /&gt;like pillow fights. gosh, i love pillow fights. also, my sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i don't really know if it's getting better or worse, but everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;just had to laugh at my voice just now. like i said, i'm like a cute toad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and you people should see the way ernie imitates me with that&lt;br /&gt;"i-have-a-freaking-sore-throat" look. hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly i just i feel like jumping on my bed now and shake&lt;br /&gt;my thang to bootylicious muzik, but i won't wanna wake my&lt;br /&gt;parents up. so i better not. if i'm at ernie's now, we would&lt;br /&gt;both be laughing our asses off because ernie will be in her&lt;br /&gt;facial mask and telling me to stop making her laugh or&lt;br /&gt;her mask will get ruined. sleepovers are such fun!&lt;br /&gt;especially sleeping over with your best girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the momsie made chicken rice today, but sadly i ain't&lt;br /&gt;eating it. just have no appetite. though i can feel&lt;br /&gt;that my tummy is empty, nah uh. not eating.&lt;br /&gt;wait, i heard it's not good to sleep with an empty stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, i had so much fun with them today.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure ernie had as much fun with mister alfonso.&lt;br /&gt;yepperdoos* meeting ernie and raz again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully meeting princess fara again soon.&lt;br /&gt;need to catch up on a lot of things. and un-mess ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;you know i know fara. ahem*.. and please, you don't&lt;br /&gt;have a cute leg. AT ALL! just messing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little cousin, khaliesah called me a few hours back.&lt;br /&gt;reminded me of the "LADIES ONLY" dinner at the Holiday Inn.&lt;br /&gt;celebrating my aunt's birthday this sunday. i have no idea what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;though and also because i might be meeting Hakim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully things go as smoothly planned on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;and talks about sunday, i have no idea what's in for saturday.&lt;br /&gt;should i just try keeping my butt glued at home this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, some MAT just told me some of my entries are too long&lt;br /&gt;for him to read. ok i'm improving on it abang.. HAHAHA, right..&lt;br /&gt;i think he knows who he is, he should know! we're both bored.&lt;br /&gt;and boredom leads to talking crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ikin: link for &lt;a href="http://www.indosiar.com/welcome/forum/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=5593"&gt;SINETRON DIA &lt;/a&gt;Spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;that's the link i went to, but i ain't sure&lt;br /&gt;if the link is still working now. but you can try.&lt;br /&gt;the last time i checked, it didn't load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoogies, i'll be heading to bed soon.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i just saw a lizard.&lt;br /&gt;ok, time for my rest.&lt;br /&gt;so goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, i hope i didn't bore anyone of you.&lt;br /&gt;which i know i definitely did.&lt;br /&gt;later walligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see what this entry's for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's where boredom takes me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114014576483241040?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114014576483241040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114014576483241040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114014576483241040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114014576483241040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-entry.html' title='just an entry*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-114003498843063663</id><published>2006-02-16T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T13:40:35.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aww, i missed it*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;so far down, away from the sun again..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/totally_muse/looooks.png" border="0" alt="nunu&amp;legong*"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so that was me and legong in the train. (photographer: ernie)&lt;br /&gt;he was playing some stupid silly pokemon game on his cell if i ain't wrong.&lt;br /&gt;and ernie was snapping our pictures away. we felt like supermodels for a while. &lt;br /&gt;i love this song on my blog, away from the sun by three doors down. just random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am again, having a sleepover at ernie's for the third night.&lt;br /&gt;we're both just inseparable twits. and she cooked macaroni again today,&lt;br /&gt;then watched confessions of a teenage drama queen while supper-ing away.&lt;br /&gt;we love watching Lindsay Lohan's chick flicks. when we both were younger,&lt;br /&gt;we'd watch The Parent Trap for almost 10 ten times in just a day. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;still, our number one favourite would be MEAN GIRLS* i know right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the afternoon went on fine, met carl since he wanted to meet me today instead.&lt;br /&gt;then headed off to jurong point in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;so it was me, ernie, safwan, raz, ezekiel, legong and his friend.&lt;br /&gt;walked around the mall and safwan bought me waffles since&lt;br /&gt;i kept whining for it. i prefer those waffles soft and lumpy.&lt;br /&gt;i asked for some butter flavour but it turned quite awful for me,&lt;br /&gt;too oily and a little too salty so i just gave legong the whole&lt;br /&gt;thing after i've had enough of eating my share. ergh, not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our time at the mall, headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;ernie and me turned to the laptops and started going online.&lt;br /&gt;then tadaa*, chit chat chat chit chat chot. i called fara and she&lt;br /&gt;was totally shocked upon hearing my voice. i think she said it&lt;br /&gt;sounded like a dead frog. i feel so sick today. not sick like sick,&lt;br /&gt;but just that sick feeling in my throat. SORE THROAT and i hate that. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not getting any better but getting worse and i feel like my voice&lt;br /&gt;is just as similar as a cock-a-doo bird on its deathbed.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be heading off to westspring secondary school tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;hilarious i know, but raz wants ernie and me to accompany him&lt;br /&gt;go get his n'levels certificate. so yes, will be around bukit panjang i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i don't bump into anyone tomorrow, and even if i do,&lt;br /&gt;i think, i'd REFUSE TO SPEAK. i've got a temporary manly voice.&lt;br /&gt;even ezekiel agreed while ernie was on the phone with him.&lt;br /&gt;i was like making some stupid "come strip me bebe" phrase with&lt;br /&gt;that sickening voice. gosh, i sound horrendous. i know right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, does anyone love watching debbie travis facelift?&lt;br /&gt;I DO! and someone i know does too.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;well today's episode was quite interesting.. i love house decors lah.&lt;br /&gt;gosh* i'm just so excited to have my own home and&lt;br /&gt;start with all the interior decor. oww, i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and "how clean is your house", i just love those fluffy little gloves they wear.&lt;br /&gt;i want those too. hahaha. ok whatever nurul, i think you're just simply bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ernie's at it again! she's stuck some facial mask on her face, and again &lt;br /&gt;listening to Benny Bennassi. she's so much in love with him now.&lt;br /&gt;and finally after about twenty minutes, she have just took off that mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, before i forget. i had multiple orgasms today* GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;just hop on to ernie's blog and check out what's the &lt;i&gt;dillio&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;haha, right. i'm just messing around. mmhmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's already 4:10AM and i bet ernie and me will be sleeping late again.&lt;br /&gt;well, it's ALREADY LATE! and i'm suppose to have enough sleep and rest&lt;br /&gt;for myself. i better start trying to sleep in early. i need to get rid of these&lt;br /&gt;terrible eye-bags. i think i should just get myself sleeping pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;if you're going to san francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the song we're listening to now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it gets really annoying when i open my mouth and try to speak&lt;br /&gt;but no sound comes out, instead i sound like a quarter-dead fish &lt;br /&gt;gasping for breath. aaaah, being sick just sucks and ernie just farted. poot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ernie was being a meanie today, bad bad ernie.&lt;br /&gt;she did alot of things that made me orgasm a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;gosh* i should really stop with all these orgasm thingy.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's bore-ing the pork out of everyone reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, i better get some rest for myself.&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog again tomorrow. and hakim's having his&lt;br /&gt;exams tomorrow, GOOD LUCK* and congratianos&lt;br /&gt;for getting the most votes for Teens Model Search`06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll be heading to bed soon, with ernie.&lt;br /&gt;wait, that doesn't really sound right. hoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;could've been so beautiful.. could've been so right..&lt;br /&gt;i never know what could've been on a cold and lonely night..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;when you love someone, you just say it right there and then,&lt;br /&gt;don't ever let the moment pass you by. you might never know,&lt;br /&gt;when you'll lose that someone, that someone who could've been&lt;br /&gt;the only one you wanted and the one you've always dreamt of, &lt;br /&gt;for the rest of your life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight lovers.&lt;br /&gt;later walligators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;x o x o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-114003498843063663?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/114003498843063663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=114003498843063663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114003498843063663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/114003498843063663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/02/aww-i-missed-it.html' title='aww, i missed it*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113997964051955149</id><published>2006-02-15T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T14:25:07.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sick..* cough cough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm sick*, cough cough.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but i'll still stay strong..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i'm up this early when i slept real late last night.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm sick, *cough cough. there's this terrible feeling in&lt;br /&gt;my throat, like i'm having this SORE THROAT. gah. i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't supposed to be up this early, but without knowing it,&lt;br /&gt;little miss ernie adjusted the fan and it blew right at me, felt so cold.&lt;br /&gt;but now she's already back to sleeping land and i'm awake chatting with hakim.&lt;br /&gt;we're both waiting for how clean is your house and &lt;br /&gt;debbie travis facelift to start on tv later. i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i haven't really been updating lately. &lt;br /&gt;i guess i don't really bother if i do, or if i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, before anything else. here's to all you curious stalkers out there.&lt;br /&gt;yes i broke the relationship off with him. (note: not the other way round.)&lt;br /&gt;things just haven't been going the way we wanted it to, and i guess there's&lt;br /&gt;no point in forcing things to happen, because it just won't. &lt;br /&gt;i don't have to elaborate further do i? so yes, f.y.i all you hater doofs, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday was Valentine's, and HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY all of you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you'll all be loving the bouquets, chocolates, flowers,&lt;br /&gt;all those pretty pretty little gifts right. how was the day spent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was a little unexpected for mine.&lt;br /&gt;the morning started off terrible, won't wanna elaborate on &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;headed to fara's, chilled around while she got ready and stuffs,&lt;br /&gt;then moved on to town, met mister froggy fir after fara and me &lt;br /&gt;were looking for some silly ribbon. the frogs were sweet..&lt;br /&gt;exchanging gifts, huggies and huggs. aww.. just so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we chilled around while waiting for mister hakim.&lt;br /&gt;then i went off to meet him, then brought him to meet the frogs.&lt;br /&gt;four of us had dinner at mcdonalds, the gentlemen bought food&lt;br /&gt;for the ladies, the same chicken mcnuggets meal. as fir said,&lt;br /&gt;"want same same only.." hah. and the guys had burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all had a good time eating, talking, laughing, giggling,&lt;br /&gt;fara and me as usual, pinching each other below tables.&lt;br /&gt;and fir, with his leg hitting mine. i almost choked on nuggets. haha, right..&lt;br /&gt;i think fir just had a crush on someone last night.. ahem, i wonder who..&lt;br /&gt;and wait, faaara. i still remember what you told me on msn! &lt;br /&gt;and of course what we talked about when the males went to order our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't forget ah! hahaha. just messing. right, right, right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was absolutely fulfilling, and not to forget, four free coffee bean's&lt;br /&gt;chocolate ice-blended free, compliments from fara's cousin.&lt;br /&gt;but it was too sweet, i couldn't finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the four of us took a bus to the esplanade, as usual, the places we go&lt;br /&gt;were all packed with couples holding roses and such,&lt;br /&gt;LOVE was everywhere last night. aww.. how sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat around the riverside since the seats around the esplanade&lt;br /&gt;were fully hooked with couple romancing, ladeeda-deeda..&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed the night breeze, stars and aeroplanes, passing clouds,&lt;br /&gt;listened to the muzik from fara's walkman phone. &lt;i&gt;i liiive my liiife for youuu..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then fara decided we all play the fuzzy wuzzy game. it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played that game while waiting for miss ernie to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;and finally, she did! with a big bag of shopping loads. whoa..&lt;br /&gt;took pictures, joked around.. then the froggies had to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;then the rest of the four of us left a bit later, went to get GREEN TEA*,&lt;br /&gt;then walked towards the train station. bounced back from marina bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, ernie's valentine alfian and hakim both stays in clementi,&lt;br /&gt;so they sent us to khatib and took another train back to home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure we all had loads of fun yesterday. it was a really good valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;especially having my bestfriends by my side. a valentine's i won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;thank you girlfriends for always being there for me when i needed someone&lt;br /&gt;to talk to. thanks ernie for coming over to my place even though it was real &lt;br /&gt;late at night, just to talk to me about stuffs and make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;thanks fara for the phonecalls, the times i was at my lowest and you both&lt;br /&gt;were there for me. love you girlies alot and alot. and to my mom, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for noticing my moods, my swollen eyes full of cries. hah.&lt;br /&gt;thanks mom, for noticing the changes around. you know it all. &lt;b&gt;&lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to fir, safwan, and all you know who(s) for being such great&lt;br /&gt;listeners. i've learnt to love and treasure the ones who appreciate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, i'm off to watch "how clean is your house" then &lt;br /&gt;"debbie travis facelift" later. heading out again today,&lt;br /&gt;might be meeting safwan, legong and blablabla since they want&lt;br /&gt;me to accompany them get their hair washed at novena.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, can't they like wash it at home? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then heading over to jurong point* with ernie, raz and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;thanks you fives for the absolute fun yesterday! ernie, fara, fir, alfian.&lt;br /&gt;and mister hakim, for also missing out on green*, haha just messing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/nununula1.png" border="0" alt="valentines*"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/latitoo.png" border="0" alt="the bestest*"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog again soon.&lt;br /&gt;later walligator, and lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;x o x o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;maybe you'll learn to &lt;u&gt;realize&lt;/u&gt; it one day,&lt;br /&gt;that love doesn't come as easily as you think it would.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113997964051955149?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113997964051955149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113997964051955149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113997964051955149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113997964051955149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-sick-cough-cough.html' title='i&apos;m sick..* cough cough.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113954142839400287</id><published>2006-02-10T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:46:45.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday*..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'ma do right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a Friday and i'm already up quite early.&lt;br /&gt;i slept quite early too last night, i think it's quite a good start.&lt;br /&gt;i do have problems sleeping, it's like i can't sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;i only force myself to sleep when i feel like it, then i'll find myself&lt;br /&gt;having such a hard time getting to sleep and start listening to the mp3.&lt;br /&gt;it's like i have insomnia or something. &lt;em&gt;right.&lt;/em&gt; sleeping problems suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need sleeping pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might notice, my tagboard was gone for a while last night,&lt;br /&gt;i'm putting it up back again. but please people, just stop asking me&lt;br /&gt;about all these kinda you-know-what stuffs. it's getting really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's asking me, and what am i supposed to say?&lt;br /&gt;explain to everyone? no way. i ain't bothered to tell alls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i told you in the entry before, it is not what you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;so please, just mind your own business. i've had my terrible&lt;br /&gt;days and nights, so please no thank you i don't need more.&lt;br /&gt;it bitter majorly suck, if you know. i'm really tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just mind your own business for now,&lt;br /&gt;and maybe you'll know it yourself one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, those LOW-LIFE LOSERS who pretends to be me,&lt;br /&gt;"nunu : yah we broke off...im so sad!!!" don't waste your time, really.&lt;br /&gt;just go shit in your pants and stop giving me the attention i don't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is you see, &lt;s&gt;i ain't be replying on my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;so whenever you see a "nunu" there, you know it's one of those&lt;br /&gt;baboons that just shits right out of their mouths.&lt;/s&gt; thank you very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be out again, today. will be shopping for stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, good luck to everyone who's getting their O'Level results today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, i'll blog again some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;all these biznatch gets me trippin'.&lt;br /&gt;and yes ellette*, the song previously was No More by 3LW.&lt;br /&gt;and to those who doesn't know the song playing now, it's So Sick by Ne-Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, i'm just reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;and this song playing in my mp3 just gets me really sappy.&lt;br /&gt;Brown Eyes by Destiny's Child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember the first day when I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;remember the first day when you smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;you stepped to me and you said to me&lt;br /&gt;I was the woman you dreamed about&lt;br /&gt;remember the first day when you called my house&lt;br /&gt;remember the first day when you took me out&lt;br /&gt;we had butterflies although we tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;and we both had a beautiful night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way we held each others hand&lt;br /&gt;the way we talked the way we laughed&lt;br /&gt;it felt so good to find true love&lt;br /&gt;I knew right then and there you were the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause he told me so&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause his feelings show&lt;br /&gt;when he stares at me you know that he cares for me&lt;br /&gt;you see how he is so deep in love&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause its obvious&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause it`s me he trusts&lt;br /&gt;and he`s missing me if he`s not kissing me&lt;br /&gt;and when he looks at me his brown eyes tells his soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first day, the first day we kissed&lt;br /&gt;remember the first day we had an argument&lt;br /&gt;we apologized and then we compromised&lt;br /&gt;and we haven`t argued since&lt;br /&gt;remember the first day we stopped playing games&lt;br /&gt;remember the first day you fell in love with me&lt;br /&gt;it felt so good for you to say those words&lt;br /&gt;cause I felt the same way too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way we held each others hand&lt;br /&gt;the way we talked the way we laughed&lt;br /&gt;it felt so good to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;and I knew right then and there you were the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause he told me so&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause his feelings show&lt;br /&gt;when he stares at me you know that he cares for me&lt;br /&gt;you see how he is so deep in love&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause its obvious&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause it`s me he trusts&lt;br /&gt;and he`s missing me if he`s not kissing me&lt;br /&gt;and when he looks at me his brown eyes tells his soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m so happy so happy that you`re in my life&lt;br /&gt;and baby now that you`re a part of me&lt;br /&gt;you showed me&lt;br /&gt;showed me the meaning of true love&lt;br /&gt;and i know he loves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause he told me so&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause his feelings show&lt;br /&gt;when he stares at me you know that he cares for me&lt;br /&gt;you see how he is so deep in love&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause its obvious&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause it`s me he trusts&lt;br /&gt;and he`s missing me if he`s not kissing me&lt;br /&gt;and when he looks at me his brown eyes tells his soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at me and his brown eyes tell his soul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i still remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113954142839400287?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113954142839400287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113954142839400287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113954142839400287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113954142839400287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/02/friday.html' title='Friday*..'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113942587743484162</id><published>2006-02-09T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T12:04:45.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="beautifully broken*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/cutey.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you do, or you don't, you don't.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you will, or you won't, you won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;oh i just love this blog song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa, alot have been happening these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;won't wanna elaborate on that. and stop wondering, doof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, before anything else i should just tell you people, what you see&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;em&gt;not what you think it is&lt;/em&gt;. yes just get that in your heads, please. hah.&lt;br /&gt;just don't waste your time trying to figure out what's happening&lt;br /&gt;around, or even ask me because i ain't be bothered to explain. [ (-.-)" ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch, i've been having stomach cramps since *up there* knows when.&lt;br /&gt;not been eating! lost all my appetite. where has it all gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GLENN COCCO! 4 for you glenn cocco! you go glenn cocco!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random. f.y.i, its ernie&amp;mine's total addiction. MEAN GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;we've both been watching that for God knows how many effing times.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow we managed to memorize almost all the lines. &lt;em&gt;coolness&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait for the both of us to start indulging in dance classes,&lt;br /&gt;yoga maybe, skateboarding(hah!) can you imagine that? seriously,&lt;br /&gt;not even before we start learning a trick, we'd break the deck into two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, we're both working out on our pact.&lt;br /&gt;(ernie, you know i know we both know, *ahem)&lt;br /&gt;signed, sealed and delivered to our bimbo brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sleepover at Khaty's place last night, we did alot of&lt;br /&gt;stuffs together especially talking our whole gut feelings out.&lt;br /&gt;we put on cream mask, cucumber on our eyes, lights off and heads&lt;br /&gt;on bed, we just talked a whole lot, about everything that's bothering&lt;br /&gt;our heads last night. girly tears and hugs. then we did waxing and stuffs,&lt;br /&gt;played around with her fat tubby cat and sooo much more. it was so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls night in, always fun.&lt;br /&gt;too bad we just didn't pig out on the&lt;br /&gt;big tub of ice-cream she had in her fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been going out alot, but eating less, sleeping less, i so need my rest.&lt;br /&gt;i got loads of pictures to upload&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt; but am currently in a lazy mode&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the lazy bug has attacked me, again. wonder when it's going away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor ernie, she's sending me all the pictures we took through e-mail,&lt;br /&gt;a little bit of effort there. we've been doing lots of things together lately.&lt;br /&gt;and she just bought this super&lt;em&gt;whoa&lt;/em&gt; fred perry bag, cost a bomb there.&lt;br /&gt;and we're getting the same hoodie most probably tomorrow, i got loads&lt;br /&gt;more of stuffs that i need to clear off my shopping list.&lt;br /&gt;and i mean, &lt;em&gt;terribloads&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my neighbourhood is seriously a bit fcuked.&lt;br /&gt;at least once or twice a week something might go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;beat-ups&amp;amp;fights, quarrelings, police cases, suicide cases,&lt;br /&gt;loud dangdut music (up @ fourth floor`eew), i can't think of anything else,&lt;br /&gt;but yes its like so interesting, because from my room i can&lt;br /&gt;almost see everything that's happening. intriguing nights, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one time, its this middle-aged couple quarreling in the middle&lt;br /&gt;of like 2a.m, i could clearly hear the screams and cries and slaps&lt;br /&gt;and beatings and ladeeda-deeda, then the man actually dragged&lt;br /&gt;the woman to the playground just infront of my house,&lt;br /&gt;like a few metres away from my sight. i won't elaborate on how&lt;br /&gt;the poor lady reacted and stuffs but it was a pitiful sight.&lt;br /&gt;then the police actually came down, yeah. i'm a little busybody i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind all that, i still love this place though.&lt;br /&gt;been living here since i was born, and have never moved.&lt;br /&gt;feels so at ease, just nice&amp;amp;just the right atmosphere for me to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that aside, i must be pretty much bored to have actually&lt;br /&gt;came out with a topic of my ghetto hood. LOL. but yes, it's a&lt;br /&gt;really nice place, nice neighbours except for the one on the fourth floor.&lt;br /&gt;loud dangdut music, IRRITATING PESTs (KIDS), all foul-mouthed,&lt;br /&gt;ladeeda-deeda i can go on and on ranting,&lt;br /&gt;but it's a whole noisome jungle up there.&lt;br /&gt;i'm mean, but they're all that. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASIDE, please.&lt;br /&gt;it's 3 and i have yet to receive the email ernie sent,&lt;br /&gt;please don't tell me it isn't reaching my mailbox. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been procrastinating. there's alot of things i need to do,&lt;br /&gt;like reply to my e-mails, tags, this that shiznats but i haven't really&lt;br /&gt;been doing anything. busy busy bee going all slow and shaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, i'll be out tomorrow (which is later), getting my hoodie,&lt;br /&gt;and maybe some other stuffs. and oh ya, some random guy actually&lt;br /&gt;came up to me today and said i have the "characteristics" of being a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;like how random can that be? but i was actually kinda touched, ngehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because since young, i've always wanted to be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;but what teacher? i haven't exactly figured out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i love kids though, as long as they don't turn into annoying brat pests!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;turn it up, turn it up, i'm falling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;turn the music up and fall in love with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashlee simpson rocks my playlist these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm off to sugar dreams.&lt;br /&gt;MSN is being a whore right now. can't seem to sign in at this time.&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder where's that email with a whole buncha pictures?&lt;br /&gt;ah well, more pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;truth comes easy, but it's hard for you to pull me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;see you when we both collide.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img alt="skull*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/thblinkieskulliehead4jq.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113942587743484162?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113942587743484162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113942587743484162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113942587743484162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113942587743484162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-more.html' title='no more*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113924428962505151</id><published>2006-02-07T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T01:50:16.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aielyu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;thought this night, never would,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but it all did, never thought it could..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;ai el yu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113924428962505151?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113924428962505151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113924428962505151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113924428962505151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113924428962505151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/02/aielyu.html' title='aielyu?'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113911275879694648</id><published>2006-02-05T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:48:51.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;February 14&lt;/em&gt; becomes a day for exchanging love messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the day is made special by lovers sending out poems with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sentimental verses and simple gifts such as flowers and chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so Valentine's Day is just around the corner, have you people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;actually thought of your plans, and the cracking of brains to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;of a perfect gift for your honey-bunny loved one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a day all about love, it doesn't matter if the gift is the most perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you think it would be, it doesn't need to be an expensive piece of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;watch or jewellery, or anything expensive you think would impress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;your loved one. the only thing that matters is that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it comes right from your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's the thought that counts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a girl will always fall in love with any gift their love one would give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and for the girls who've been thinking of what to get for your boyfriends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you needn't think too much or start digging out on your savings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;if you can afford a costly gift, yeah, why not splurge for your valentine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but for the most of us girls, the sweetest gift would always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;something specially made by us. heh, heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;created by the hands of love. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;there are so many pretty sweet ideas for us to start working on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you don't have to buy a card, you can make a card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you don't have to print a picture, you can draw pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you don't have to have an expensive dinner, you can always make dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;most things just doesn't need us to splurge on money if we don't have it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;make it special, something romantic and sweet, something you've never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;done before, something memorable that you can never forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's a day for just the both of you, make it romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and (guys take note*) especially for the girlies, FLOWERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;flowers is one of the most popular presents to give to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;any &lt;em&gt;girly&lt;/em&gt; on a special occasion, especially on Valentine's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;flowers are a natural way to make anyone feel good: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the beauty of a bunch, bouquet or arrangement of flowers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;will brighten up any room and absolutely delight the person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;lucky enough to receive them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;for Valentine's Day, the best flower to give and to receive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;is a ROSE. especially a red rose which symbolizes romantic love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;they're the "Valentine Rose." here are some color meanings of roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :. it says it all, "I Love You."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yellow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :. yellow roses signify joy and gladness; historically, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;they meant a decrease of love and infidelity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :. signify spiritual love and purity; bridal white means happy love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Coral&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;:. coral roses imply desire; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :. it says "I am fascinated and enthusiastic." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lavender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :. love at first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :. light pink roses imply grace, gentility and admiration; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;dark pink roses say "thank you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;actually, you don't have to wait for a special occasion to give flowers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;in fact, flowers given for no reason other than "thinking of you.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;means much more to a girl or a boy because they are unexpected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a gift of flowers goes a long way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;every woman can remember the last time she got flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;on one of the Valentine's i had, i received a nice surprise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;kinda unexpected, a plush rose. yes, not a real rose but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;like a big toy rose. that was sweet. sometimes when you least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;expects it, the best surprise comes out right infront of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but that was a pretty good gift, because the &lt;em&gt;rose&lt;/em&gt; never did wither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i've received bouquets and stalks of roses, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;of course which girl wouldn't love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's all the thought that counts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and girls, don't ever forget what's written in a card,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a poem, or a picture, a love message, signed by yours truly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;just fill the whole pages with love, love and lots of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;"there is a place you can touch a woman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;that will drive her crazy. her heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you both don't have to be thinking so much of a perfect place to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;as long as time lets you both share your love together on that special day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and not only for that day, you can make everyday a Valentine's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;fill it with lots of love and trust no matter where you both are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the sweetest thing would be just the two of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sitting, cuddling, staring into each other's eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and talking just about anything under the sky..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;don't it just feels good to love and be loved, aww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;right now, when you're reading this and you're thinking of someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that's the person you're loving most. the only one you truly love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so don't even hesitate to call them up and say, &lt;strong&gt;I Love You&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;don't just let the moment pass you by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and Carl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;to the world, you may just be one person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but to me, you mean the world. &lt;strong&gt;I Love You&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Carl&amp;amp;Nunu*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/babybaby.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113911275879694648?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113911275879694648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113911275879694648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113911275879694648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113911275879694648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines.html' title='Valentine&apos;s?'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113902706019064848</id><published>2006-02-04T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T13:14:05.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive&amp;Kicking*</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="BANGS!*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/smif.png" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;love the song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everytime we touch&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;em&gt;cascada&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm back again, pretty much alive and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;the past recent days have been majorly bitter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and as you can see, i have bangs already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;BANG BANG my baby shot me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bang bang i hit the ground&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;yes, i went to snip off my fringe, for bangs like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;just a change, and i have no idea but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it just feels so much better that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you know, it's like snipping away parts of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the problems i've been facing. pretty weird i say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but it's true, everytime i'm down and distressed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'd end up just snipping my hair off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and then i'll just feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;thank God this time its just bangs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i have no intention of cutting my hair. whoop whoop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's a saturday, and i'm heading to town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;watching Chingay, yes! meeting my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and my boyfriend too. well, right now he's just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;outside my place, you know the soccer field at my place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;he's there having a soccer match. how nice.. just infront of my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Safwan, Fir and Carl came over for some drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and then went off to play soccer again. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i can just see him from my window, aww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;don't i just feel like running to that field and give &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;him a huge hug and a wet kiss just like how The Notebook does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that movie's like the L.O.V.E man. totally love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and like Ashlee Simpson's L.O.V.E is my current addiction,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;oh and not forgetting, Cascada's Everytime We Touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that's totally bangin'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;cus' everytime we touch i get this feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;and everytime we kiss i swear i could fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;can you feel my heart beats fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;i want this to last, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;i need you by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;cus' everytime we touch i feel the static,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;and everytime we kiss i reach for the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;can't you hear my heart beat so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;i can't let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;i want you in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that's hawt. i looooove that song. so trance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so anyways, things are getting better in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;surprisingly, it got better after i have bangs. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and errm, right now i don't really have much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;to blog about, hopefully soon things will get pretty much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;back to normal again and i'll start updating more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i need to go have my shower and get ready to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;drop by ernie's place, then meet my boyfriend lats.&lt;br /&gt;(read: &lt;em&gt;lats&lt;/em&gt; &gt;&gt; later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's my totally PINK day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm putting pinks on me today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ah, how bimbotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;apologies for the boring entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and thanks for the comments guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that's really sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;got to go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;lovyaahs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="butterflies*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/cuteflutterbys.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113902706019064848?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113902706019064848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113902706019064848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113902706019064848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113902706019064848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/02/alivekicking.html' title='Alive&amp;Kicking*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113864649061153424</id><published>2006-01-31T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T03:44:46.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life on the rocks...*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this song, is for you Carl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt=".: honeygirl :." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/saaad.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually do have a whole chunk of pictures to post,&lt;br /&gt;but apologies to you dear stalkers, i'm too lazy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've a couple of entries on my blogspot, but i decided to&lt;br /&gt;save it as draft. have no idea why i didn't publish it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before anything else, i'd like to wish all the chinese&lt;br /&gt;a happy prosperous new year. how time flies, it's already a year.&lt;br /&gt;last year i watched a surprising fireworks display at the riverside sky,&lt;br /&gt;and this year again just before dinner at the marina square with carl,&lt;br /&gt;booooom. fireworks again, again i thought it was some bomb attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, here are the pictures of girls night in with khaty.&lt;br /&gt;she came over to my place two days ago,&lt;br /&gt;with makeups, gossips and camwhorings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=".: girls night in* :." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/charmaes.png" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;thanks for everything Khaty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have been on a pretty rough patch for me lately.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i haven't really been myself, i don't have to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;but it feels like i'm such in a tangle of mess, and i want to get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been eating proper meals for myself, feeling restless at most times,&lt;br /&gt;this whole chunk of poo are giving me headaches and too, tummyaches.&lt;br /&gt;i miss that pretty carefree life, with no wrongs and regrets weighing on&lt;br /&gt;my shoulders. i miss those days where we'd both laugh at the most&lt;br /&gt;stupidest things we see or talk about, i really do miss those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;how i feel everything this life once face, has extremely changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i miss a girlfriend of mine, where we use to spend at least every week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;once together, we'd meet for glamorous shots, silly makeovers, dvds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;shopping eating and laughing at every single thing. sharing, loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and then i miss this kisslicious of mine, whom is feeling too lost in her world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;just like me. no matter how far we both have yet to catch up with things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;she's still very close to my heart. you know who you are babe, i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and you know i can't wait for that one whole day we're gonna spend t'getha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the only thing certain in life is everything changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so thankful i have my bestfriends who still stands by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;even though we don't get to meet everyday, we'd catch up with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sleepovers, girls day out, talks on msn or late night chats on the phone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;even lucky to have a bestfriend who loves to cook for me. (hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i really do have to look at the brighter side, and treasure the ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;who've been so caring and concern about me. they're the best, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and of course, the one i've been loving most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;he's just the most special person i'd give my all to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;things might have change, and we've been through alot now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but we still both know how much we love each other, and no matter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;bad the words and actions could get, we're still always there for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="i love you baby*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/beeboo.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;at some point in time, i feel that nobody actually understands me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;which i know now, it's no surprise, because i don't understand myself either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i guess i just need time to figure out my own mess and get myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;tangle out of it. it's where i feel the need to be alone for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i hope that kinda explains the lack of updates and procrastinations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i have yet to publish the entry on creating a blogskin. i know, silly me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i hope, to whoever(s) it may concern, just give me some time to pick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;myself up beyond this whole mess i've made. i'm sorry for not being able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;to pick my rights and wrongs out. sometimes i even say the things which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i don't even mean at all, and it hurts to see &lt;em&gt;you,&lt;/em&gt; seeing me this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;cheeses, i think this entry is getting so emotional than ever, fullstop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hoping for the usual bouncy entries again soon. just give me some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ah, i hope i didn't bore anyone of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;if so, shove some cheese right up your ass, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and don't read nor comment. have a great week ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and oh, before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;to my friends who've been asking about "sinetron Dia",&lt;br /&gt;the synopsis of future episodes can be found on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indosiar.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;, then forums, look for 'sinetron Dia', and look through&lt;br /&gt;the hundreds of pages. that's what the momsie did and she took days&lt;br /&gt;and hours just for it. you really need to be patient though, there's plenty&lt;br /&gt;and you have to look through for it. i guess to all the fans like the mother,&lt;br /&gt;the family, the aunties, the friends and also me, it's real worth it. (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;(for being such impatient spoiltbrats and cheat on the episodes..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and Gita is just so adorable don't you all think so?&lt;/span&gt; have fun then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight walligators.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;a sleepless night, and my loss of appetite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt=".: honeygirl* :." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/iud.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you, carl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113864649061153424?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113864649061153424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113864649061153424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113864649061153424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113864649061153424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-on-rocks.html' title='life on the rocks...*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113847207048319073</id><published>2006-01-29T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T03:42:28.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="i need you*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/inneedyou.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't need a lot of things, I can get by with nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Of all the blessings life can bring, I've always needed something,&lt;br /&gt;But I've got all I want, When it comes to loving you,&lt;br /&gt;You're my only reason,You're my only truth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you like water, Like breath, like rain,&lt;br /&gt;I need you like mercy, From heaven's gate,&lt;br /&gt;There's a freedom in your arms, That carries me through,&lt;br /&gt;I need you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the hope that moves me, To courage again,&lt;br /&gt;You're the love that rescues me, When the cold winds rage,&lt;br /&gt;And it's so amazing, 'Cause that's just how you are,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't turn back now, 'Cause you've brought me too far,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I need you like water, Like breath, like rain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I need you like mercy, From heaven's gate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;There's a freedom in your arms, That carries me through,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I need you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh Yes I do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;i need you; leann rimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113847207048319073?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113847207048319073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113847207048319073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113847207048319073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113847207048319073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-need-you.html' title='i need you..'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113824420768791980</id><published>2006-01-26T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T11:01:21.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have myspace!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;don't put words up in my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hello there again cheeses, i've been procrastinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;dear ernie's on my bed now, we had a sleepover!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i don't have much to blog about right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so just updating you peepos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/honeygirlxoxo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have myspace!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;like finally, i had no cheesing idea how to go about using it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but thankfully i made ernie teach me. so anyone of you who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;uses myspace, don't forget to give me an add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you cheeses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hopefully, proper blog entries soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113824420768791980?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113824420768791980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113824420768791980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113824420768791980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113824420768791980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-myspace.html' title='i have myspace!'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113773118261146948</id><published>2006-01-20T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T00:55:39.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>terribly sick and upset. w a t e v s.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;the only reason why i've "no opinion and brains",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;was because i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; you as my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;now don't think you'll ever be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*girlies day in, girlies day out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;ernie and nunu in the heezay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm terribly sick today, horrible flu, sore throat, cough.&lt;br /&gt;having a slight fever and to make it worst, tummy aches.&lt;br /&gt;i keep sneezing and coughing, and my throat is giving me&lt;br /&gt;this biznatch feel. to top it all off, there's this killer feeling&lt;br /&gt;that i need to puke out all the air and food that's inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially sick today. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i know i promised you pictures, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ernie and me french'd ourselves. mine is the normal french&lt;br /&gt;while her's the stylissimo french. black base and red tip.&lt;br /&gt;you know french manicures doesn't have to be just shades&lt;br /&gt;of white. it's so much style when you experiment with&lt;br /&gt;different colours and shades. i'm gon' try pink and purple next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="french'd fabolous girls*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/fren1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww, pretty sweet ain't it. girlfriends loving, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and this was ernie and me camwhoring our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="ernie&amp;nunu*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/frensseeee.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both can never get enough of the camera. click it, snap it.&lt;br /&gt;and oh, ernie got a fabolous idea but i don't think i can reveal what.&lt;br /&gt;she's been drawing pretty stuffs on her sketchbook, really nice!&lt;br /&gt;finally working our talents off to something, heads full of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="girls of summer*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/booo.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three musketiaras. we just love the camera baby.&lt;br /&gt;and oh, we're just hell bent on smacking that p*ssy up.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, don't mess with us. you've got the wrong people to mess with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nobody says SHIZNIT about me or my bestfriend, alright.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-(C) ernie,nunu,sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;she's gonna get it, fo'real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so later in the evening at yan's place, things got chillaxin' hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="girlfriends!*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/worst.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we girls just got blazin' high on macaroni, and oh, before that we were&lt;br /&gt;near admiralty mrt where they got these little foodstalls,&lt;br /&gt;we both bought sardine wrapped in bread fried with egg,&lt;br /&gt;and banana fritters! it was uber delicious, crispy but too&lt;br /&gt;bad it wasn't hot. but still, yummmmmmmmy. we ate loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="LOL&lt;3" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/ugly.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sight of us, you don't really see. we went bombastique.&lt;br /&gt;thanks girlfriend, for a fabolous day with you.&lt;br /&gt;and we're gonna fock miss emoscreamo fo' shizzle.&lt;br /&gt;so much for being a follower of no one but herself, &lt;em&gt;pooooi&lt;/em&gt;. *spits.&lt;br /&gt;mothergooseness, we all agree who she actually follows.&lt;br /&gt;aey, we don't need sexually deprived friends at all,&lt;br /&gt;especially a slut like that who's sucha coward, tagging my board,&lt;br /&gt;spitting shiznit about my bestfriend and me, thinking we wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;know it's actually her, oh no, we're sooo scared. we're so intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;*slits throat.hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;laugh our farts out loud babe. oh i forgot, you said i've no brains.&lt;br /&gt;so let me, the brainless wonder, tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know you were really sexually deprived until you actually&lt;br /&gt;told people you gave blowjobs and had sex with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and telling me to stop talking about my boyfriend because&lt;br /&gt;it's BORING? aw naw, YOU desperately should get a life of your&lt;br /&gt;own miss, if it's boring, i can't believe you even bother reading it. *scoff.&lt;br /&gt;too bad, your bestest boyfriend YOU HAD that you still haven't and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ever gotten over with, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;left you back then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and too bad for you, he's mine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all know how hard you try to break us up.&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;strong&gt;TRY HARDER NEXT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i've never ever expected you to react this way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i'm sure your friends feel the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i know i can be mean, but never ever provoke me man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;or even talk shit about my bestfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;there you go. a fking pissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;on my tagboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="BITCH*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/nattto.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="BITCH*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/nat2.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and what she typed on fara's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;who you tryin'a kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes she actually bothered to go all the way to fara's to say that?&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i feel shameful for her. tell me who wouldn't feel angry at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;who be spittin' us that way? and then pretends to be nice to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i've always thought we all could be friends,&lt;br /&gt;but too bad i know we can never ever be now.&lt;br /&gt;yes we did have our share of good times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but that was THEN, and this is NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're jealous, envious, sick, mean and pretentious.&lt;br /&gt;(insert a whole chunk of negativities here) so don't be frontin' with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you talk a whole load of shit hackin' on us and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;what you dissed me about was fine, no sweat.&lt;br /&gt;but what you said about my bestfriend is mean,&lt;br /&gt;and no way am i ever gonna take that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's when you learn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;treat me the way you wanna be treated&lt;/strong&gt;, you janky skank!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you get what you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i was telling Irwan a.k.a LIPA about what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so he decided to take the risk and went to her site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;he got a shock of his life and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;oh my god she look like an asshole!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hahahahaha! laugh my smelly farts out man. proooot*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and oh, i kissed a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="i kissed a cat*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/catloe.png" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but i still love my boyfriend so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goshies, can't wait to meet my boyfriend tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;double-dating with fara and froggie fir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it has been such a long time since we both hungout. &amp;amp; i miss her! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and seeing ernie, sarah, razali, lipa and the gang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;intoxication is near, i can even feel it in my bones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;[yeah, whatever you say. this entry could be mean and insulting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;whatever your hate-comments are. but this is how i feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and that's what YOU need to know. you loathe it, now bounce!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;w a t e v s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113773118261146948?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113773118261146948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113773118261146948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113773118261146948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113773118261146948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/01/terribly-sick-and-upset-w-t-e-v-s.html' title='terribly sick and upset. w a t e v s.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113769477660564955</id><published>2006-01-19T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:28:21.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girlies day in (sarah's place)*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cus' that brings me closer to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was girlies day in, ernie and me hopped on to sarah's place.&lt;br /&gt;had a rollin' good time camwhoring, gossiping, making noise&lt;br /&gt;and stuffs. i bet her grandma was stuffing wool in her ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's just a hilarious random conversation;&lt;br /&gt;sarah: (pointing to the anchovies with a long bean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"eww i hate these fishy thingies, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they even got their little eyes and heads on."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ernie and nunu already laughing their asses off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was camwhoring time;&lt;br /&gt;i'll let the pictures do the talking for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;featuring; &lt;strong&gt;sarah, nunu and ernie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="girlfriends&lt;3" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/babes11.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="girlfriends&lt;3" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/babes22.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when three cheeky girls meets a camera.&lt;br /&gt;we girls were pretty energetic and tickled pink.&lt;br /&gt;had such a fabolous afternoon with the girlies,&lt;br /&gt;just can't wait to do it again babes. LOVES, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;later in the evening, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ernie and me were supposed to head down to town, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but eventually the plan switched and we headed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;down to Yan's house in Admiralty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it was already raining then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and we both took a cab opposite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the train station to his house, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it was such a complicated route. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;so what was smokin' hawt there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his momsie cooked super delicious fried macaroni,&lt;br /&gt;ernie and me had two yummy plates of it. *pinches fats.&lt;br /&gt;watched loads of mtv, roomraiders, pimp my ride, taildaters.&lt;br /&gt;talked, joked, laughed about. ernie bullied yan a whole lot too.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha! and then i bullied ernie, made her scratch my leggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun there, and i have lots of pictures to upload,&lt;br /&gt;hopefully soon i'll publish it somewhere in here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and more pictures posted tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, i do have plenty to talk about,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm waaaay tired. the weekend is near,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm hell bent on smacking that p*ssy up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way ghostly slut, if you think we're dumb,&lt;br /&gt;you're way way STUPID. we've got stuffs to proove it.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, you really should be ashamed of yourself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whateveros, i'm heading to bed now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;yaaaaaaaaaawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113769477660564955?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113769477660564955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113769477660564955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113769477660564955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113769477660564955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/01/girlies-day-in-sarahs-place.html' title='girlies day in (sarah&apos;s place)*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113756589190956890</id><published>2006-01-18T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T17:41:36.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>french fabolous; and i'm freakin' bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dream is a wish your heart makes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;a dream is a wish your heart makes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="d r e a m*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/posee.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone loves disney classics? you might know&lt;br /&gt;where i got that quote above from. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cinderella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning, was feeling bitter majorly bored,&lt;br /&gt;so flick'd through the channels and watched the stepford wives.&lt;br /&gt;and so now blue crush is showing on hbo, ain't watching it again.&lt;br /&gt;watched that like super many times. blah. but it's really good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be stucked in boredom nation today,&lt;br /&gt;planning to think through about my future. (?!@$#*^!)&lt;br /&gt;hell yes, nobody knows what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;but it's time i reflect on myself and find out what i really want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a weird dream last night, i was already at the airport,&lt;br /&gt;heading to SAN FRANCISCO?! so i was waiting and looking at&lt;br /&gt;the ticket, i remembered it was a white sheet with medium blue fonts.&lt;br /&gt;my flight was supposed to be at, 12:30 am/pm i ain't sure.&lt;br /&gt;and my families were around, i remembered clearly my sister was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was feeling rather nervous, boarding a flight alone&lt;br /&gt;without my parents. and i knew in that dream i was totally&lt;br /&gt;half-hearted about going abroad. it was like, either i go or i don't.&lt;br /&gt;(and actually, that's kinda exactly how i feel, but nevermind that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the time came when i was about to, hah, check-in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;my passport went missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes funny, exactly. my passport actually went missing.&lt;br /&gt;my parents went back home to check on my passport&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't around, and so everything ended right there.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go. and the dream did continue, but i couldn't really&lt;br /&gt;remember whatever else happened in between or after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;it ended right there..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lately, there's been talks and thoughts of me studying abroad.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what that dream meant, but somehow i got a huge feeling&lt;br /&gt;there's gonna be a big change in my life, somewhere some time.&lt;br /&gt;a feeling that something's coming right up ahead of me,&lt;br /&gt;but i have no hell idea what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i've been thinking and day-dreaming alot about studying&lt;br /&gt;abroad. i don't know, but there's this big feeling that i might be.&lt;br /&gt;cheeses greases i really have no idea and this whole intuition thing&lt;br /&gt;could be totally wrong. but whatever it is, i know i can't bear to&lt;br /&gt;leave everyone behind, my families, friends and especially, my love.&lt;br /&gt;i can't bear to leave all of them behind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just hard. i've never been used to leaving my whole heart behind,&lt;br /&gt;other than being left, i rather not leave. so that's it, just something&lt;br /&gt;that's been running in my train of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i just want to shrug it all off, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;i know i've been bad, but God please help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a much brighter note, i french'd myself.&lt;br /&gt;hah, not french kissing, but it's what i call &lt;u&gt;french fabolos.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="french fabolous by nunu*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/frensh.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear ernie was telling me that i should go for a french manicure&lt;br /&gt;since my nails have grown long, but i said it's quite expensive and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i rather do it on my own, so there i did it. was feeling bored, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;started playing with my nails.. i love french manicures! pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you girls should try it, really fun i must say.&lt;br /&gt;but of course, it would be better being pampered like a diva&lt;br /&gt;by going for a manicure or pedicure. but for fun's sake,&lt;br /&gt;do it yourself and splurge the moolah on something else. girlpower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to have dry, weak and brittle nails.&lt;br /&gt;i'd always face those "shit! i broke a nail" bimbo boozle.&lt;br /&gt;but after some time it got better, i managed to grow it much&lt;br /&gt;longer and don't often face those broke a brittle nail problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, all that nail talk aside.&lt;br /&gt;it's Stay Home Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not planning on heading out anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;nunu's being a good girl for the day, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyhows, i guess i'll blog again later maybe&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, or night. it just rained here in&lt;br /&gt;chongpangvale, just nice. i need the rain today.&lt;br /&gt;but sadly i know it's going to pour for just a teeny while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to listen to some sappy shnappy love songs,&lt;br /&gt;look out the window and enjoy the view of pitter patter raindrops.&lt;br /&gt;including people running for shelter, heh. funny.&lt;br /&gt;and then when i get sick of melancholy tunes,&lt;br /&gt;i'll turn up some trance on my speakers and do some boogey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need to cheer myself up.&lt;br /&gt;people say i've been rather down lately, and i do agree.&lt;br /&gt;but what say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;appreciate the simplest things in life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and baby, i love you. too much to let go. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you carl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;haha, by the way hate tagger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"whatever", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i so know &lt;u&gt;who you are.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you for your kind attention, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but don't fking get my bestfriend involved, &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;ghostly&lt;/span&gt; slut&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113756589190956890?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113756589190956890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113756589190956890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113756589190956890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113756589190956890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/01/french-fabolous-and-im-freakin-bored.html' title='french fabolous; and i&apos;m freakin&apos; bored.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113743752994556992</id><published>2006-01-17T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T03:06:06.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby, you're all i ever needed.*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;as the scent of hope slips through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i'm feeling a tinge sleepy, but boredom overtakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;my sleepy&lt;em&gt;ness&lt;/em&gt;, that my butt is just glued to the chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;while i sit around and stare blankly into space, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;with jessica simpson playing in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and so i decided, to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2:13am&lt;/span&gt;, and i'm chatting with laney babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ahem* we got so much to talk about, so much we talked about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;girly gossips and secret bits. just great for a boring night in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and you're right babe, imma heed your advice. *`winks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;this afternoon went on fine, though it got quite a little boring at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and there i can feel it, tomorrow's gonna be much worse. i wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the momsie made fried rice for dinner, and it's the first time ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;her fried rice was more spicy than usual. in fact, too spicy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;f.y.i, the mother doesn't eat chilli or any kinds of spice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;not even pepper, or any kinds of minty flavour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;she's like allergic, yeah. a little weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;she can't even take axe oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so that explains why she doesn't really cook spicy stuffs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;or even if she does, it doesn't taste that spicy afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but today was a little different, spicy too many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;that's the mother. usually she'll cook like extra dish for herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;for example she'll make two sets of fried rice, one with the normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;spicy ingredients and the other, total plain spice/chilli-less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but however spice-less she gets, she's still special to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;no matter how a fanoozling bitch she can be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;she's the best momsie ever, so precious to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i love you mother queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;anyhows, to all my blog readers, stalkers, lovers, haters whatevers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it's time now i make a decision to keep my life a little more personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i'm keeping things in an introspective way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;because i guess, and from what i know, about close to five hundred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;reads my blog a day, it gets a little surprising, because i used to have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;none reading my blog since i started blogging, day one in &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2002&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and a few months back was a hundred plus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but i guess now it's a little different for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i too don't know who visits and reads my blog, or tags and stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and i'm doing this for myself i'm sure, keeping my entries a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;more private. maybe the future entries will be quite a little dull,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;plain and, you can say, nothing interesting at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i guess it all depends now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so just get used to the changes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and oh, i might be signing up for livejournal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but i'm keeping it locked&amp;private, for closies only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;to those hate-taggers, you low-life doofs will never stop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and just to remind you, your concern and interest in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;is very much appreciated. thank you for all the obsession in disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;my eyes are getting heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and your soul baby, completes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;goodnight sweetloves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;and she replies..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;shasha; &lt;em&gt;i got the top from mango and that was a year ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not sure if they still do have them in stories now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but count on your lucky stars, you might find them somewhere!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and just a suggestion, you could look for those typa tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;maybe from forever21, or fox, maybe zara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but hopefully they still have it in mango. *crossfingers*&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/6759352-113743752994556992?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113743752994556992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113743752994556992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113743752994556992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113743752994556992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/01/baby-youre-all-i-ever-needed.html' title='baby, you&apos;re all i ever needed.*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113733021059550000</id><published>2006-01-15T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:32:51.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ear drums: the world is black*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a little piece of heaven, i call my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hello there, fried chickens from my nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;queen of procrastinators is back again to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the day went on fine though i still felt like i was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;little stucked in boredom nation. so i just flick'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;through the channels on my starhub digital cable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;then decided to watch E!Entertainment which was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;showing Wild On Tara. so there, couch potato for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the whole evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;before that, my tummy was terribly groaning of hunger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so i called in KFC's delivery. mom told me to order fortune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;fiesta, i had an imagination that i would feast on the chix,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;nuggets and popcorn chixes. but well i only took a huge piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;of chix, ate it with chilli sauce and coleslaw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so much for being so hungry, i got superly full right after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;yesterday was a fab'lus day out, together with baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;then we met up with ernie, raz, and a bunch of nice peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;we had a fancy good time with all the boobie fights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;aww, love them friends and of course, the boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;headed off to the esplanade later in the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ernie went off with her friends, so raz, baby and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;chilled around at the riverside. it was quite a crowd there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so we decided to find a peaceful spot for ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;laid on the rocks, talked, joked around and of course,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;our pastime whenever we're plain bored, gossiping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;gossip topic #1, only we and ernie know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it's really nice, just hanging out with your closies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;doing nothing but just plain chilling, talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;anything and everything under the moonlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;raz treated us to snacks. raz and baby both got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;themselves sandwiches, and for me some instant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;spaghetti with crabmeat and fish nugget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i ate that like about a year ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;then we left almost midnight, took a cab back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;three of us squeezed in the backseat, i was the first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;to drop off, yishun then bukit panjang and jurong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;legs were giving way, and second day with aunt flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;wasn't good at all. i thought first days were worst,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but the second day's a killer! well whatever aunt flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and so another bad shiz is, my gum is aching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and the top right side of my gum is swollen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;probably because doctor vaz tightened my braces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i still wonder, when am i taking my braces off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and everybody else is asking me. heh, i shall ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;my dentist about it. i sure am gonna miss these grilles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;once they're gone. oh bracy bracy, don't leave me teethie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;well i'm just feeling a little uncomfy here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;because of my teeth that is, i can't really bite in proper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but it's good, so i won't eat that much in a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so anyways, i was just sitting around, feeling a lil' bored,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so i noted down some romantic ideas for you babes to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;spend some quality love time with your dear sweethearties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* give each other back rubs and massages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* take showers together. (aww, bubbly!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* look into each other's eyes. pretty mysterious ay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* keep one of your girlfriend's bra or a boyfriend's boxer shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;somewhere secret and only for you to see it. hahaha, nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* lips were made for kissing, and so were eyes, cheeks, fingers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hand, collarbones, and oh, the ear. pretty nice spots to kiss too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* fall asleep in his arms or his laps. aww, sweet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* listen to smooth groove songs and cuddle together in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* record yourselves on video and then look back at how lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and retarded your pretty handsome faces can get. ahem* haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* sit and talk, in just underwear. hahaha. it's pretty cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* wear his clothes or put on his boxers. that's adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* and just one kinky more, undress each other! ooow. sizzle sizzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so there you go. some pretty nice things to do with your bunnylove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and i'm missing my karlee bee right now, he's gone skateboarding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;with his friends. i'm sure he's having a blast there, and hopefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;he's taking care of himself too. =) i miss you baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;don't you girls just miss your dear boyfriend whenever he's not around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it's like as if you just want him there with you, right beside you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;if possible in every single moment. and you never ever feel like going apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;you don't care if you waste a clubbing girl's night out with your coolest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;babes on earth, and just spend the whole night cuddling with your honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;because that's the only sweetest place to be, at the sweetest time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;in the sweetest arms, with the sweetest person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;aww, we girls just can't get enough of them boyfriends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;L.O.V.E* and girls, just mix like total sugar candies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;anyhows, i'm off to something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;gonna arrange my accessories back to it's drawers.&lt;br /&gt;ah, i hope i didn't bore you with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;later walligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're the sweetest love, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113733021059550000?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113733021059550000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113733021059550000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113733021059550000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113733021059550000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/01/ear-drums-world-is-black.html' title='ear drums: the world is black*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113715599988120023</id><published>2006-01-13T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T21:20:54.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i fell in love with the eighth world wonder*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i fell in love with the eighth world wonder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="[C]arlRobert*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/babeee.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's making me believe that, you're the one for me..&lt;br /&gt;dear carl, here's &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a dedication to you&lt;/span&gt;, just a little something&lt;br /&gt;to remind you of &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;this endless love&lt;/span&gt; i have right in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and this is &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;only for you baby&lt;/span&gt;. i love you so much, and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;too much to let go&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so thankful for &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;all the wonderful things&lt;/span&gt; that have happened&lt;br /&gt;to the both of us. all of &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the greatest things&lt;/span&gt; you have ever done for me.&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bestest feelings&lt;/span&gt; i have, are the ones that i &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;share with you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the moments that could have &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;never been more romantic&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the times that could have &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;never bring me more joy&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the love that &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;will always remain&lt;/span&gt;, as &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;endless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the most special person&lt;/span&gt; i've ever known, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the best i ever met&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and here &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;this heart wants to let you know&lt;/span&gt; that it will never ever&lt;br /&gt;fall out of love with you and that it couldn't have asked for anything&lt;br /&gt;else better in life &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;than just having you&lt;/span&gt;. this heart feels so special&lt;br /&gt;because you're &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the number one&lt;/span&gt; that&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; fills in the spaces&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear carl, i'm &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so much in love&lt;/span&gt; with you.&lt;br /&gt;and i want &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you to remember that&lt;/span&gt; it will&lt;br /&gt;always be this way &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;until the end of time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you baby, for &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the most precious gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have ever given to me, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;your love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i promise you, that i will keep it safe,&lt;br /&gt;with my whole heart, my mind, body and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;always remain as my&lt;/span&gt; eighth world wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always, nunu.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hello there, bunny rabbits from my nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;just some updates of what's been happening lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a fabolous sleepover at baby's place yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;raz, safwan, nunu and baby. met carl after his school ended,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it has always been non-stop raining recently. raz and me chilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;around at his place while he went for his soccer training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;poor baby had his training in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and then he came back, i had to go off since i had my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;braces appointment. and then i went back again to baby's place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and safwan was already there. all anticipating for the sleepover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;we chilled around, rented and watched vcds, ordered pizzas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the weather was freezing cold too! brrr.. too cold in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the pitter patter rain kept us feeling chilly the whole night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;not to mention it was Friday Night and Friday the &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;th. oww..&lt;br /&gt;the four of us just snuggled in on the couch, aww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;then raz and me went to withdraw money somewhere near fajar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;shopping centre, and we just raced to the atm machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;silly me, i ran on the grass and got my feet soaked in mud! eww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;raz piggybacked me to baby's place and it was so funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;that he and me kept shouting and laughing around the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and then came the &lt;em&gt;funnest&lt;/em&gt; part, we played a poker card game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the loser has to take a shooter of crapwater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;mixture01: milk, horlicks, coke and mustard sauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;mixture02: milk, bitter green teabags, some dough bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it was really that bad! baby had to do the first loser honour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and boy was it a bad bad shot! and then my turn came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i had to gulp two times for mixture01, and three times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;for mixture02. it was terrible. that bad 'till i puked the shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;out of me, for four times. the aftertaste was horrible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;safwan, me and baby puked most of it all out and raz was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the &lt;em&gt;steady-pom-pipi&lt;/em&gt; of all. but it was so fun! couldn't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;laughing.. and some people just had to CHEAT. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i know what you both did last night. slipped under the tablemat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;then everyone had their shares of tummy-aches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;terrible-smelly-poisonous farts and disgusting burps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it was total hilarious. and i just can't wait to do it again. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;next, we played monopoly. as usual, money money money and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;safwan almost went bankrupt. i'm sure everyone had so much fun there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i was just feeling a little dozy and having terrible cramps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;we talked, laughed and gossiped a whole lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;then baby went to scare raz with his scary head mask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;this gruesome looking grey monster with a retarded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;acid-washed face. baby just kept giggling and giggling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;until it all became a laughable joke. scary no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and in the middle of the night, baby brought me out for a drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;no no, just around the carpark area. and woaa was it a thrilling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ride! didn't know baby could drive so well. heh. it was total fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and i wish we'd all do it again, soon please! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the best sleepover of &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt; so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and now i'm back at home, Aunt.Flow arrived this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;bad bad first day cramps. and Uncle.Bloaty is here too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;that just makes it a terrible night for me to sleep in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but thinking about the fabolous night we had yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;is good enough to make me feel much better about the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back, it's really worth it having fun, doing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;stupidest and silliest things ever with your loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;all the fun, peace and laughter shared together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it's not often that you really get to enjoy your time this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;playing and joking around, making a fool out of yourself at times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the best things, might not just come right anytime you want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but it's all up to you and what that makes the fun all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;my familes, my friends, my love, joy and my everything.&lt;br /&gt;they're all i treasure, the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's just one of my favourite quotes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the bestest things in life cannot just be seen nor touched,&lt;br /&gt;it must be felt with the heart. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;right now, i'm off to have my rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hopefully i'll blog more again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;these cramps are killing the &lt;em&gt;bunnies&lt;/em&gt; out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way baby, sorry i had to take a snap of your picture above!&lt;br /&gt;it's one of the cutest thing i've seen. &lt;em&gt;jet'aime.&lt;/em&gt; and i'm so in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="i love you*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/cute.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;later walligator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113715599988120023?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113715599988120023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113715599988120023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113715599988120023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113715599988120023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-fell-in-love-with-eighth-world.html' title='i fell in love with the eighth world wonder*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113689260755337893</id><published>2006-01-10T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T19:30:07.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't rub the lamp if you don't want the genie to come out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;the rules, heh.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;there are only three rules that guys should know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and if these three are understood, you guys might just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;save yourselves some trouble. just three basic rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;from a guy's point of view.&lt;/u&gt; ngeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;rule #1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the girls always makes the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;however, she can let the guy believe he had a say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;or even actually made a rule, but the girl will always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;be the one deciding on the rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;rule #2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girls can change the rules at any time.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;this results in the fact that a guy can never know all the rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;in fact, few guys will ever learn any rules except for these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;three very vague rules that girls want us to know and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;understand because they just confuse us as to what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;they mean and basically just say we must always agree with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;rule #3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the guy must always be the one to apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;he should also show his understanding of his error &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;by presenting the girl with gifts such as flowers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;candy, or whatever else she might like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it doesn't matter whose fault it really is, the guy must still apologize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;even if a girl apologizes for something, this is only a trick to see if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the guy understands Rule #3. if this happens, the guy must also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;apologize and guess about whether to accept the girl's apology or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;tell her she didn't do anything wrong. the wrong move here can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;be worse than not apologizing because it shows a lack of understanding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;of what the guy did wrong. so guys be careful and if at all possible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;kiss her as soon as possible after apologizing because the less time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;she has to ask questions the better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and one rule that most guys wished a girl knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;don't rub the lamp if you don't want the genie to come out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;heh, heh! just for laughs people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;got that off from a hilarious website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;if you still haven't got the drift above, you're such a doof. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hah, just messing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;anyhoos, i'm a little obsessed and addicted to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Jessica Simpson's - Forever In Your Eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a sexy love song.. i just love her voice. ok, random random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i'm feeling sleepy. and my aunts, uncles and cousins just arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;blog again later tonight. by the way, a new pink tagboard's up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;signoff, Ms. Vaguely Dissatisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113689260755337893?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113689260755337893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113689260755337893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113689260755337893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113689260755337893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-rub-lamp-if-you-dont-want-genie.html' title='don&apos;t rub the lamp if you don&apos;t want the genie to come out.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113683040274218279</id><published>2006-01-10T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T02:25:12.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby came over*- love baby sooo much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i'll be your sugar queen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;you'll be my summer lovin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img alt="baby at my place*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/beebeep.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hello there, sour mangoes from my nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;was a pretty awesome day, also my father's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;pitter patter raindrops. the weather's been misbehaving lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it has been raining everyday since the past few weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but no doubt the chilly nights got me down in blissful sleeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;they say you sleep better when it's raining. and that's so true. yawn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the day started off with me heading to baby's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it was raining cats&amp;dogs, wolves&amp;amp;hippopotamuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so i got my umbrella handy, took the cab down to fajar rd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;chilled around at baby's place, watched a video; kate&amp;leopold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;still it was raining and cold, brrr. then both of us were kinda starving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so we shared a plate of rice and stuffs. yummsies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;carl and me were being such lil babies, we were like feeding each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but of course, the better 'feeder' was me. because the rice kept dropping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;off the spoon whenever baby feeds me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;haha, awww.. he's still adorable to me although he doesn't feed well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*laughs* i'm just kidding baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so then later i headed home, there was some kinda family dinner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and then baby came over to my place. chilled and stuffs. looked at pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;baby played dad's guitar. while i did a new wallpaper for my desktop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;eew, erase that fuckanatoo face. ngeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;then later,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;had dinner. ate the mango cake (nice though a little eww to me) watched tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and of course, "Dia" on Suria Channel. had fun disturbing my nephew Danish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it was really nice having baby around. then he headed back almost midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hic.. hicc.. i'm having hiccups right now. random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it's hari raya haji, wishing all you muslims a selamat hari raya aidiladha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i'm heading over to my uncle's place, hopefully getting to indulge in all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the food glorious food. why is it everytime i try to 'lose weight', all the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;weight just sorta comes unexpectedly. be it celebrations, good food around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;this that shiznat. i really have to watch my diet, hmm after tomorrow. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i still haven't forget the pact i signed with ernie. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and that is, to lose weight. *pinches fats all around me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;anyone with good essential tips regarding 'losing weight'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;don't hesitate to comment or mail me about it. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, thanks for the comments of my previous entry guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i really appreciate that truly, so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i haven't really got the time to reply,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but i hope i'll do it soon. thanks again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;that's really very sweet of you. *huggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;anyhows, my eyes are getting heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and i'm feeling a little hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;to supper or not to supper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i'm starting to miss baby already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i can only get to see him again on friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a little too long for me to wait actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;he just really makes my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sshh, even though i got a tiny wittle piss'd with him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(just for a tiny short while) he makes sure that i stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;being all grumpy and upsetty, and he makes a sweet lil effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;to do something about it. so at least he'd make me feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;that's just so sweet of you baby. i love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to see you again hunkydoo. *-kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and i'll hold you tight, baby all through the night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113683040274218279?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113683040274218279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113683040274218279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113683040274218279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113683040274218279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/01/baby-came-over-love-baby-sooo-much.html' title='baby came over*- love baby sooo much.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113673324973684935</id><published>2006-01-08T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T23:34:55.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down&amp;confused.. stumped without a clue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;stumped without a clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i don't know if i should put this up here, guess i'll just share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i've been feeling really down and confused lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;there's too much in my head for me to think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i really don't know what i should do for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i've thought too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it's pretty confusing when you think you've made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the right choice, but it actually isn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;another mistake i made in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;you people might know, that i've studied in la salle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and now the semester break is over, semester two has since commenced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and i haven't even been to any classes yet. that's how bad it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;problem is, i don't have the interest in la salle, maybe not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i'm just so pretty confused, what should i do. where should i go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;some say i should go for poly courses, other options includes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;private diploma and all those private stuffs in singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but really, i don't know what i want. i'm indecisive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i haven't really think of what i want to do next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i might, be pursuing my studies overseas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it's something i would be looking forward to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but also something that'll be last on my list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it's a whole new thing, if i were to study abroad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;start a fresh new life, a new place, all in a new hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;basically just living in my own independent world.&lt;br /&gt;away from everything that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but i just can't bear to leave my families, friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;all my loved ones here. especially, the one i love most, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt, life has been wonderful to me.&lt;br /&gt;with the best of friends, a boyfriend that have always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;been there for me, a family that cares.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;only this head full of thoughts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;got me feeling all down and low lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i'm so trapped in confusion.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get outta this mess soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;maybe, i should just carry on with la salle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;which is what both my parents want me to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i guess, it's always to do everything they say, "heed their advice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;[sarcasm] they're &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; right, right? [\sarcasm]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;that's how confused i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;wish i was still living in yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i thought 2006 could have been better for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it isn't too late now, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;promise, i'll never leave you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113673324973684935?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113673324973684935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113673324973684935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113673324973684935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113673324973684935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/01/downconfused-stumped-without-clue.html' title='down&amp;confused.. stumped without a clue.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113668732530629450</id><published>2006-01-08T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T12:22:19.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sizzling .AHEM. Tips.*// and i love you my beebee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;forever in your eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="the first night*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/firsta.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello there gooseheads from my nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;today i bring you some useful tips &amp; info, uhm,&lt;br /&gt;mistakes men make while &lt;em&gt;ehmmm&lt;/em&gt; with women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some advice for the weird little guys checking out my site.&lt;br /&gt;it's time for girlpower unite. however, not all that's said are the opinion&lt;br /&gt;of all girls, just majority and mmm, all that i know of.&lt;br /&gt;who knows your pumpkin might prefer some of these things.&lt;br /&gt;so find out what she likes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for your reading pleasure. so, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tips taken from a website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;strong&gt;not kissing first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avoiding her lips and diving straight for the erogenous zones&lt;br /&gt;makes her feel like you're paying by the hour and trying to get&lt;br /&gt;your money's worth by cutting out non-essentials.&lt;br /&gt;a proper passionate kiss is the ultimate form of foreplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;strong&gt;blowing too hard in her ear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naughty guys just love doing this. (even when it isn't &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; time, ahem.)&lt;br /&gt;well, there's a difference between being romantic erotic&lt;br /&gt;and blowing as if you're trying to extinguish the candles&lt;br /&gt;on your 17th birthday cake. that hurts dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;strong&gt;not shaving that beard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you often forget you have a porcupine strapped to your chin&lt;br /&gt;which you rake repeatedly across your partner's face and thighs.&lt;br /&gt;when she turns her head from side to side, it's not passion, it's avoidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;strong&gt;squeezing her melons.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most men act like a housewife testing a melon for ripeness&lt;br /&gt;when they get their hand on a pair. do it the SSC*(TM) way.&lt;br /&gt;stroke, smooth and caress them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;strong&gt;ignoring the other parts of her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a woman is not a highway with just three turnoffs:&lt;br /&gt;Breastville East and West, and the Midtown Tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;there are vast areas of her body which you've ignored&lt;br /&gt;far too often as you go bombing straight into downtown Aunt V-agina.&lt;br /&gt;so start paying them some attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;strong&gt;attacking the, ehmm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;direct pressure is very unpleasant, so gently rotate&lt;br /&gt;your fingers along side of the, ehmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;strong&gt;time out! and you're dead meat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women, unlike men, don't pick up where they left off.&lt;br /&gt;if you stop, they plummet back to square one very fast.&lt;br /&gt;if you can tell she's not there, keep going at all costs, numb jaw or not. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;strong&gt;undressing her awkwardly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women hate looking stupid, but stupid she will look&lt;br /&gt;when naked at the waist with a sweater stuck over her head.&lt;br /&gt;unwrap her like an elegant present, not a kid's toy, you doof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;strong&gt;giving her a wedgie during foreplay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stroking her gently through her panties can be very sexy.&lt;br /&gt;pulling the material up between her thighs and&lt;br /&gt;yanking it back and forth is not! a no-no way.&lt;br /&gt;but sure, wedgie her when you're both hanging around outside,&lt;br /&gt;and girls, don't be afraid to WEDGIE THEM BACK.&lt;br /&gt;those boxers ought to be pulled up high. girlpower!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;strong&gt;ouch, i'm not a soccer ball.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you bash your great triangular hip bones into&lt;br /&gt;her thigh or stomach, the pain is equal to two weeks&lt;br /&gt;of extreme horseback riding concentrated into a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;what do you think she is? groove it gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coming too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;every man's fear. with reason, if you &lt;em&gt;shoot&lt;/em&gt; before you see&lt;br /&gt;the whites of her eyes, make sure you have&lt;br /&gt;a backup plan to ensure her pleasure too. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;strong&gt;not coming soon enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may appear to you that humping for an hour without climaxing&lt;br /&gt;is the mark of a sex god, but to her it's more likely&lt;br /&gt;the mark of a numb Aunt-Agina.&lt;br /&gt;at least buy some intriguing wall hangings,&lt;br /&gt;so she has something to hold her interest while&lt;br /&gt;you're playing Marathon Man. teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;strong&gt;asking if she has &lt;em&gt;come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you really ought to be able to tell.&lt;br /&gt;most women make noise. but if you really don't know, don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;strong&gt;moving around during fellatio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; (read: oral stimulation of P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't thrust. she'll do all the moving during fellatio.&lt;br /&gt;you just lie there. and don't grab her head, NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's not the porn you watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in X-rated movies, women seem to love it when men&lt;br /&gt;shooooooze over them. in real life, it just means more laundry to do. ngeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;strong&gt;she ain't that cowgirl you think she is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asking her to be on top is fine. lying there grunting&lt;br /&gt;while she does all the hard work is not. poor girlie.&lt;br /&gt;caress her gently, so that she doesn't feel quite so much like&lt;br /&gt;the captain of a schooner. and let her have a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;strong&gt;love bites.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is highly erotic to exert some gentle suction&lt;br /&gt;on the sides of the neck, if you do it carefully.&lt;br /&gt;no babe wants to have to wear turtlenecks&lt;br /&gt;and jaunty scarves for weeks on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;strong&gt;barking instructions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't shout encouragement like a coach with a megaphone.&lt;br /&gt;it's not a big turn-on dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;strong&gt;not caring whether she comes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to finish the job. keep on trying until you get it right,&lt;br /&gt;and she might even do the same for you. aww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, *//&lt;strong&gt;a little somethin' somethin'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never leave her alone to sleep goodnight while&lt;br /&gt;you two doze off from back to back. make it&lt;br /&gt;a special time for both of you to talk to each other,&lt;br /&gt;snuggle in and look into each other's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;oh, don't forget to feed her when she's hungry or thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;then fall asleep together..&lt;br /&gt;just don't leave her alone.&lt;br /&gt;be romantic, not fuckanatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeehaw! that's the end of the little tips for you today.&lt;br /&gt;umm, for girls, maybe you'd want to note it down&lt;br /&gt;and share these little bits off with your boyfriend.. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;haha, well, just for your reading pleasure people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyhows, Friday and Saturday were good.&lt;br /&gt;was out with baby, we watched King Kong on Friday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;aww it's a really sad movie! like, really really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;only baby saw how i cried.. hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;we also had a yummy dinner at Marina Square. no pork baby! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and was out in town yesterday with dear ernie, han, raz and baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;slacked around McCafe, chilled, talked, gossiped, joked around and lotsa.&lt;br /&gt;was hopin' to see Fara but she couldn't come.. soon princess! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;han and baby had vanilla frappe. ernie had caramel frappe.&lt;br /&gt;raz had iced chocolate and nunu had mango smooothie! *slurps.&lt;br /&gt;all enough to gossip a whole lot. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we all went to cineleisure's arcade.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;baby played some aeroplane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;thingymajiggo. and han was telling me to "kiss his ear! kiss his ear!"&lt;br /&gt;so that i could distract beebee the pilot. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;pilot for the day uh b?! hehehe. the five of us played that&lt;br /&gt;i-don't-know-what-it's-called game. that hockey game.&lt;br /&gt;we had such a majorly awesome time together. playing and shouting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ernie, raz and me vs carl and han. we made sooo much noise&lt;br /&gt;and the people around were just looking and laughing at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;then raz and me played DDR!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;yes, DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hahahaha it was absolutely fun!&lt;br /&gt;sooooo fun! i soooo wanna play it again. then we went to get&lt;br /&gt;HOTDOG! hahaha, chicken weiner that is. yummmmsies.&lt;br /&gt;then baby spread some pickle bits and american mustard. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;try it! the pushcart outside cineleisure. it's yummydooops. *pinches fats*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;then we all headed down to the esplanade later in the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;met up with ernie's tall sister and shekaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;camwhored, laughed, joked, boobie-grabbed.. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and miss ernie officially labeled carl&amp;amp;me the kinky couples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. it was really fun with all of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;one of the very best days i've had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;then ernie left a mark on my skin. a payback for the time&lt;br /&gt;i left a mark on her skin. hehehe. then we KISSED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;omg so sweeet right! hehe. pictures of those soon!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ERNIE* kiss kiss kiss.. mwaaaacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was baby&amp;amp;me *four months last night.&lt;br /&gt;the seventh of january 2006.&lt;br /&gt;a really sweet moment for the both of us..&lt;br /&gt;just when the time striked 9:57PM, our special time,&lt;br /&gt;Stick Wit U (the pussycat dolls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;was playing in the background of where we were standing.. aww..&lt;br /&gt;it was so romantic and the best thing was actually, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;having Him standing right in front of me.. and the sweet kiss.&lt;br /&gt;it was so beautiful beebee. Happy Four Months Anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody gonna love me better, i'm gon' stick wit u forever..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;went back home to baby's place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and had a gooooood night. zzzz.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and to my dear goodfriends, thanks for the awesome time today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;later walligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and beebee, you're just perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my perfect karlee-bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;let's do the &lt;em&gt;bee-bee!!&lt;/em&gt; again.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113668732530629450?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113668732530629450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113668732530629450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113668732530629450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113668732530629450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/01/sizzling-ahem-tips-and-i-love-you-my.html' title='Sizzling .AHEM. Tips.*// and i love you my beebee.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113646522182577200</id><published>2006-01-05T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T20:57:50.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because i'm fuhqin` bored..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;because i'm fuhqin`bored..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 firsts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first boyfriend:&lt;/strong&gt; and they call it puppy love.. yazid; the primary schoolmate.&lt;br /&gt;who's also and still my neighbour of a few doors away. haha, hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first kiss:&lt;/strong&gt; does baby kisses from the momsie count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first screen name:&lt;/strong&gt; mizbehavinbitch. ngeh heh. those 'bitch' days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first pet:&lt;/strong&gt; seri my pet cat when i was four. (rip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first piercing:&lt;/strong&gt; ears, i'm sure that's mostly every girl's first pierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first crush:&lt;/strong&gt; from what i remember, when i was in first grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first music:&lt;/strong&gt; the spice girls! they were awesome way back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first alcholic beverage:&lt;/strong&gt; smirnoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 lasts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last cigarette:&lt;/strong&gt; djarum black. the last ever whole stick i puffed. ew, please.&lt;br /&gt;and then i stopped. ("allergic to ciggies") but i still do light cigarattes&lt;br /&gt;for my boyfriend every now and then. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last alcoholic beverage:&lt;/strong&gt; if it's not that white wine which tasted like&lt;br /&gt;stinkfish, it's the jack daniels mix'd with coke. errrr, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last car ride:&lt;/strong&gt; does the cabride yesterday counts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last kiss:&lt;/strong&gt; from baby!! smoooooch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last movie seen:&lt;/strong&gt; the family stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last phone call:&lt;/strong&gt; from baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last cd played:&lt;/strong&gt; i don't remember the last cd i played.&lt;br /&gt;i think urrrm, britney spears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 have you evers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you ever dated one of your bestfriends:&lt;/strong&gt; ew, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you ever loved somebody:&lt;/strong&gt; i'm loving one now, and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you ever broken the law:&lt;/strong&gt; errm, techniqly, no.&lt;br /&gt;i've never been caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you ever been arrested:&lt;/strong&gt; nah uh no way,&lt;br /&gt;and i'd like to keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you ever skinny-dipped:&lt;/strong&gt; in pampers? yes. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you ever been on tv:&lt;/strong&gt; yes! on channel news asia. hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things you're wearing:&lt;/strong&gt; white camisole, paw printed pyjama pants,&lt;br /&gt;silver bracelet, red panties(naughty!), and my hairband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things you've done today:&lt;/strong&gt; watched tv, ate cookies, hogged on the phone,&lt;br /&gt;did the house chores, also the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things you can't live without:&lt;/strong&gt; water, perfume, computer,&lt;br /&gt;dollar bills, errrm, and green tea? hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 last things you bought recently:&lt;/strong&gt; za foundation,&lt;br /&gt;black hair-clips (because i keep losing them), contact lenses,&lt;br /&gt;plain forever 21 tee, hmmm chipsmore cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things you last touched:&lt;/strong&gt; the phone, the door, the keyboard,&lt;br /&gt;my hair and myself. eeeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 favourite things in no order.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my favourite pillow.&lt;br /&gt;2. nail polishes.&lt;br /&gt;3. the phone.&lt;br /&gt;4. my diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 people you can tell 'almost' anything to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. carl.&lt;br /&gt;2. ernie.&lt;br /&gt;3. hmm, God? &lt;s&gt;people.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 choices.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. money or kids; kids definitely! but hmm, money too. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;2. black or white; i prefer white, but black could be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 thing you want to do before you die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get married to carl robert, make babies and have a happy family together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;complete the sentences.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last night:&lt;/strong&gt; i watched the oc on my pc and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll be:&lt;/strong&gt; one happy chic, married to mr. carl robert, have an adorable&lt;br /&gt;baby girl, with 2 kittens and a puppy all living in a wonderful house. hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's a:&lt;/strong&gt; carl robert in my heart! hahaha, cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, okay. enough with all that cheese.&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually bored and totally bored.&lt;br /&gt;didn't go out today, and hmm maybe not tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch King Kong! i know i'm a little outdated,&lt;br /&gt;i guess everyone have watched it, well except for me.&lt;br /&gt;i heard it's a really sad show, sad ending, crying parts,&lt;br /&gt;awww, i'm sure i'd be crying real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the family stone with baby a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;it's good, a little unexpected and stuffs. more like a family&lt;br /&gt;kind of movie, a little mushy love love here and there.&lt;br /&gt;though i've never thought of falling in love with my boyfriend's brother!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, ok a bit of a spoiler there, but thank God nothing like that&lt;br /&gt;has ever happened to anyone around me. not that i know of.&lt;br /&gt;and phew, carl doesn't have a brother, and my sister's way too old for him.&lt;br /&gt;ngehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's getting married in July!&lt;br /&gt;something i'm sooo looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;finally, his stuffs will be permanently outta my room.&lt;br /&gt;well hey, i ain't that bad. just really happy that finally&lt;br /&gt;he's having his own family and stuffs. and my sister too,&lt;br /&gt;getting married soon sometime this year i hope.&lt;br /&gt;errm, i wonder when's my turn. hahahaha! fat hope.&lt;br /&gt;still a looooong way to go dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed at home the whole day, watched tv most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;there was 'love don't cost a thing' on HBO this afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;a pretty good show. more for like teensies weensies, chic flic thingymajiggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, my cousin is getting engaged sometime this month,&lt;br /&gt;if i'm not wrong and from what i heard, they've been together&lt;br /&gt;for like what, six years? wow. and it's a real good surprise to know&lt;br /&gt;that they both have gone that far. and semi-finally they're getting&lt;br /&gt;engaged, then married with plenty of babies! wooooweee.&lt;br /&gt;more nephews and nieces to play with. i love babies. haha, ok random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, i don't really have much to talk about right now.&lt;br /&gt;i might be roller-blading later around my neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;feeling bored, been staying at home. i need to go out, like soon.&lt;br /&gt;$#@&amp;amp;%# and i miss baby, so totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puppee powwa!&lt;br /&gt;later walligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113646522182577200?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113646522182577200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113646522182577200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113646522182577200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113646522182577200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/01/because-im-fuhqin-bored.html' title='because i&apos;m fuhqin` bored..'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113628187524466076</id><published>2006-01-03T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T01:20:52.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lame motherfooking* biatch, on the loose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it's okay, i never really liked you anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hola`2006!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, like finally. the year started off good!&lt;br /&gt;i was with dear ernie, darling fara, fir and my hunkydoo baby.&lt;br /&gt;we managed to get a &lt;em&gt;magnificaso&lt;/em&gt; view of the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;fara, ernie and me just couldn't stop doing the 1, 2, 3.. AAAAAHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes it was really amazing with my bestest peeps around me.&lt;br /&gt;welcomed 2006 with a kiss from ernie, fara and of course my baby.&lt;br /&gt;it was such a sweeten moment. love you darlings, to bits and crushes. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an absolute wonderful time with them,&lt;br /&gt;and especially my dear carl robert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bbq was fun too except that it had to rain and stuffs,&lt;br /&gt;but all went good when the rain stopped.&lt;br /&gt;was feeling freezing cold at most times,&lt;br /&gt;but thankfully the sweater baby bought me from canada&lt;br /&gt;kept me warm and snuggly in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a comfy dark brown ladies sweater with flower graphics&amp;amp; pasted prints.&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.blnts.com"&gt;bluenotes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad bluenotes website doesn't have the picture of my sweater.&lt;br /&gt;so that means i gotta snap and publish it myself. heh heh. it's so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;i've been wanting to get a nice sweater, and baby got me one. yehaw!&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="pretty sweater" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/sweta.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's real pretty! ernie and me even said similar things.&lt;br /&gt;"carl, you have a girl's taste." awwsome yes! and uhm,&lt;br /&gt;heh, baby got me a pretty little panties too. hehe. how adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ernie got a fabolos rocker girl miniature guitar,&lt;br /&gt;with a black candle in the middle. its a good gift for ernie!&lt;br /&gt;she loves it. especially the logo. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="rocker girl candle." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/candle.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet sweet baby bought us both pretty little gifts from canada.&lt;br /&gt;and ehm, not forgetting my girly panties. hahahahaha. that's a good one.&lt;br /&gt;and yup, his momsies gave me tidbits and a lil' crystal amethyst with a&lt;br /&gt;soldier man standing on it. (that should be mr. carl robert on the lookout!)&lt;br /&gt;heheh. oh, my mom and aunts already finished off the tidbits. tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, the momsie and daddy-o went to the airport a while ago,&lt;br /&gt;so i'm all alone now. urgh *cringes* i don't really like being&lt;br /&gt;alone at this hour. its already almost ten.&lt;br /&gt;bah. i'm such a silly scaredy-poot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got lots of things in mind and plenty of things to settle.&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be a bit of a busy week for me. oh &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;, please be nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully i'll get to meet baby very soon,&lt;br /&gt;since we both will be busy with school and shiznits. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to something else.&lt;br /&gt;later walligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113628187524466076?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113628187524466076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113628187524466076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113628187524466076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113628187524466076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2006/01/lame-motherfooking-biatch-on-loose.html' title='a lame motherfooking* biatch, on the loose.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113586881419573286</id><published>2005-12-29T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:10:56.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's coming home sooon!!* yipeee =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so i just got back home, was out with ERNIE darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we were late, (for you know what ernz!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and the funniest moment of the day was walking up the stairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;crazily hilarious. "we will go through it together.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but thankfully, we're safe from &lt;em&gt;FIRE&lt;/em&gt;!! hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;headed to suntec, went to purchase some stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;was invited to go for a bbq pit at east coast with the colleagues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but after last minute of plans and contemplation, we decided not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well so the day was fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bought boxes and trays of chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but most of it aren't for me.. heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;baby&amp;family are scheduled on a flight back to singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and hmm, plane departs Calgary at &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8:05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;. (local time there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so yeps, it's &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt; spore now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so it's gonna be plane departure for them in about five minutes time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;wish my baby &amp;amp; his family a safe trip back here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well he's only gonna reach Saturday midnight after the clock strikes twelve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i just can't wait to see him at the airport with the goodfriends. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;let's see, we'll all be bringing in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;brand new year in a couple of days time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;leaving this year full of memories and embracing a new beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i hope it's not too late! it's time for me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pen down my new year resolutions. and oh, you all should do it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;goodbye &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;, hello &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt; entry on its way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and to Raz, thank you so much for helping me.&lt;br /&gt;i will never forget this friendship we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;although things may not be the same in the future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'm letting you know, that it has been great having you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;in my life here. maybe things won't go as how we planned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but here in my heart you'll always remain as a very good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;don't forget `*Ali&amp;amp;Oli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;good night alls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113586881419573286?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113586881419573286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113586881419573286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113586881419573286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113586881419573286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2005/12/babys-coming-home-sooon-yipeee.html' title='Baby&apos;s coming home sooon!!* yipeee =)'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113579378964879610</id><published>2005-12-29T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T02:35:17.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait To See BABY!! *</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;`*goodbye &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="karlee's girl" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/looop.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sorry for the lack of updates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a lot has happened the past few hmm, weeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;some things i feel isn't right mentioning here.&lt;br /&gt;this only the goodfriends and the boyfriend knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and yes, i can't wait to see Baby again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it's been weeks without him here, and it's totally dreadful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;miss him sooo crazily. but thanks to the endless calls by him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;or i couldn't have controlled the misses of not hearing his voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;worse still, not seeing him at all, for weeeeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no, no, i hope that doesn't happen again&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;not anytime soon please.. * shudders *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;let's see, baby's arriving on Saturday midnight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;which is actually Sunday. mmm, new year that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so the goodfriends and i will be heading to the airport!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and mmm, &lt;em&gt;countdown-ting&lt;/em&gt; in the airport i guess? ngehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh i'll be welcoming him with balloons and party-poppers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hah! just messing. you can imagine if &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and i've already booked a barbecue pit for the new year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so yeps, we'll all be having a bbq at east coast! gosh, the excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;all i wanna do is sleep; CLOSE MY EYES and wake up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;all just in time for Baby's arrival. yaaaaaaay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well let's see, weeks without my baby. so TERRIBLE but well, still fine. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the first week was unbearable. and then i sorta got used to it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but that doesn't change the fact that i MISS HIM so muchos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and thankfully, with his calls and our long-distance conversations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we catched up with stuffs and i managed to feel a lil better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;at least there's ways to communicate with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;or i'd just ROT without the sight, the sound and the touch of his. &lt;em&gt;ngehe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and that would be missssserable.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;all that pessimistic thoughts aside, it's all excitement now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;meeting the boyfriend after almost a month of not in each other's sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;anyhows, i've been spending most days with darling miss ernie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and the other time we all went to Lau Pa Sat because big boss was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;giving us a wonderful treat. Satay, Stingray, Baby Squid, Sotong Fritter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dried Chilli Chicken and Black Pepper Chicken, Belacan Kangkong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh goodness gracious vivacious me. it was uber fulfilling please! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and Belacan Kangkong.. the oomph! food orgasmy. hahaha. ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the tummy was obviously waaaaay bloated, but super yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and oh! it was my first ever time riding in a convertible that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a sexaye sleek black convertible.. *jooooy!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;been having goood food always recently. ahem, FREE goood food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the other time was tons of Pizza Hut and KFC. the whole group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;just kept eating and talking, laughing and joking around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;have you ever mix'd KFC's chilli with Pizza Hut's cheese powder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AHHHHHH.. *creaaaams..* and then you dip the PH's taaasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;chicken drumlets.. meat lover's pizza slices, coleslaw, garlic bread..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ahhh i can go on and on and on.. but i just don't want to get my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;keyboard soaked with drool all over.. and you wouldn't want too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well so i guess it's time for my rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;feeling a lil tired and sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;missing my friends too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;been eons again since i met princess fara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and the goodfriends. of course, the boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so yes, am so looking forward to the new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and oh! haha i just remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;miss nurin! i still owe you the "create a blogskin" entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;haha, plenty of sugarcoated apologies. it will come, soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and ohs, GLAM BITCHIQS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bitchings soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;splashes black paint on that cake face and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hurls heavy paint tin on her head while she&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;swivels like a ding-dong&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; .. to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yes, there's a follower on the loose&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(to be revealed, soon!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;you can never know, a girl friend cum rival could turn into such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;an obvious smackwhore style follower. ghooooouly bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;good night and lots of love everyone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113579378964879610?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113579378964879610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113579378964879610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113579378964879610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113579378964879610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2005/12/cant-wait-to-see-baby.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait To See BABY!! *'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113492464194611531</id><published>2005-12-19T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T01:07:39.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS MY BABY SO MUCH* and what's in my bag?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bag check.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="in nunu's bag*" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/bag.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's whats in my bag; the total must-haves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;let's see, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;make-up bag&lt;/span&gt;. hmm any girl doesn't have this in theirs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;purse&lt;/span&gt;, of course super essential; that's where dollar bills are stored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;key&lt;/span&gt; is important. i don't like getting locked outside the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pen and notepad&lt;/span&gt;? hmm, boredom doodlings or crap/work purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nivea loves&lt;/span&gt;; hand cream and moisturizing lotion. a pampering need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mp3&lt;/span&gt;, oh man, baby's mp3 and muzik i love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wet tissues&lt;/span&gt;? you'll never know when it's needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shades&lt;/span&gt;; need i say more? shadies on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;carl's watch&lt;/span&gt;; my baby's watch! he gave it to me before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;going away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to canada. something to remind me of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and i gave him my bracelet too! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so everywhere i go, its with me. its either on my wrist or in my bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so when i look into the bag (or my wrist), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it never fails to remind me of baby! love you b!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cellphone&lt;/span&gt;; baby's celly. for the phonecalls of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;escada parfum&lt;/span&gt;; ouh! i love this one. *sniff-sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ernie always has her escada bottle in her bag too! i learnt it from her. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mimi the shawl&lt;/span&gt;; a must have! i loike. to keep me warm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and snuggly whenever i feel shivering cold. mimi is poke easy! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i think only ernie and me understands what that means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hmmm, well i think that's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;maybe the next time, it'll be cockroaches and worms. hah! just messing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;had work today and i'm super tired.&lt;br /&gt;was around at holland.v then to town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;all six girls squeezed into isk's car! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well quite loads happened today. really tired to elaborate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;maybe next time yes? work again tomorrow at the office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh yessa! we're painting the office on tuesday! yipee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i love painting walls. and especially if YOUR face is stucked on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i make sure i shove that huge brush tip up your nostrils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;about eleven more days 'till baby's back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I MISS MY BABY SO MUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;he called in again today, and we gossiped a whole lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hahaha, my boyfriend is the best gossip partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and then the next best one is ernie bernie of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the best gossip partners to have. the trusties. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and of course, the champion of all gossipers, Razali! &lt;em&gt;prot prot&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ngehehe. and whoever partner-in-crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ok all that cow-crap aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'm getting really waaay tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;need my sleep and dream of my carlys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'll blog again tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and oh, apologies for the boring updates lately. bah, so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;good night cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you baby!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113492464194611531?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113492464194611531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113492464194611531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113492464194611531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113492464194611531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-miss-my-baby-so-much-and-whats-in-my.html' title='I MISS MY BABY SO MUCH* and what&apos;s in my bag?'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113467053081320495</id><published>2005-12-16T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T02:28:33.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Baby Called!*  missin' b &amp; shoppppin'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;shop 'till you break the glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(just a short and simple update before i go to bed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hello there cheeses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;shopping this afternoon was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;my purse is &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;running out of dollar bills&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but shopping can't stop me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Forever&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt; Tee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Pink boho-ish bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Juicy Couture bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Accessorize purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Faded Denim Mini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Flip-flops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(i don't know why i'm so &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;obsessed with bags&lt;/span&gt; now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh and footwear? don't mention, it runs in the family!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and there's more to come. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shopping and manicure&lt;/span&gt; with dear &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;princess Fara&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;then tagging &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;along with Ernie&lt;/span&gt; to work on Sunday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and yes, before i forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*drumrolls*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BABY &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;called in from Canada&lt;/span&gt; a few hours back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i wasn't in contact with him for like four days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and it was &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a total dreadful situation&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;got really worried and stuffs kept wondering if B's doing fine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so i was with the momsie earlier, she was asking where Carl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;was and where he went and this that&lt;em&gt; ladeeda&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;then shockingly, Baby called in about five minutes after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i was really &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shocked, surprised, a little speechless&lt;/span&gt; to hear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;his voice on the telly! we were like repeating "hello(s)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and i was like, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"OMG!B!!! I MISS YOUUUUU!!!!"&lt;/span&gt; awww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i couldn't stop telling him that i miss him so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;he was telling me how freezing cold it is there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and how he wished i was just right there beside him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;awww.. i'm missing him so much more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we talked and talked and i couldn't resist hearing his voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I MISS MY BABY SO MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so i had to release my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;when we had to end the conversation.. awww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but he promised that he'd call again tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;something i'm looking forward to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'm so glad he gave me a call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;both telling each other &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;how much they're missed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and i'm sure he's having a helluva freezing wondertime there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh yes, before anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i say PLENTY of you keep asking me or sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;have the wrong idea of Carl. (his mix and et cetera..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;he's half-malay and half-brit. that makes him eurasian yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and so he's not canadian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;or what you call it &lt;em&gt;white boy;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;however rude or sarcastic (^.") &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; wanna be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and why he's in canada this that &lt;em&gt;ladeeda&lt;/em&gt;, please ask me or go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;don't just simply get the wrong idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;thank you very nice. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;anyhows, the momsie wants me back to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;she's now being my personal care assistant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;make sure i get enough sleep and no eye-bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;she was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; "MAKE SURE when it's your brother's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wedding day, both you and your sister gotta have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muka cantik&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;badan&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;slim eh&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; right. yes mom. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh, the sister, son and boyfriend flying off tomorrow night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;might be sending them off to the airport at 4AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so yes, uber excited for &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shopping and manicure&lt;/span&gt; with Fara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;missing dear Ernie&lt;/span&gt; hoping to see her soonies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shopping with Raz&lt;/span&gt; today was goooood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;plus the absolute funny things that happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'll elaborate more soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so little time, so much to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I LOVE YOU BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;absolutely missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and later walligator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;good night. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss my hunkydoo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113467053081320495?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113467053081320495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113467053081320495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113467053081320495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113467053081320495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-baby-called-missin-b-shoppppin.html' title='Happy Baby Called!*  missin&apos; b &amp; shoppppin&apos;!'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113454452027082193</id><published>2005-12-14T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:23:01.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>karlee's girl*            miss baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="karlee's girl." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/kg.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;blessed to be karlee's girl.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;good afternoonies.&lt;br /&gt;and just &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;two more weeks&lt;/span&gt; before we're all ushered into &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;another &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;spanky brand new year&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know about you, but i feel &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this year grooves fast&lt;/span&gt;, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;like i don't really feel its contents. but no doubt, ALOT has happened.&lt;br /&gt;when the new year comes, everyone's gonna say &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;goodbye &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thou&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;sand &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; five.&lt;br /&gt;a year with plentyful of rollercoaster rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year i left my past and a bag full of memories behind.&lt;br /&gt;a year i thought started out fine, but was then left in turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;a year i lost a loved one, and a year i lost a bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;a year of melancholy, much sadness and tears.&lt;br /&gt;a year i thought wouldn't be good enough for me that i almost gave up.&lt;br /&gt;a year i had never ever expected would turn out the way it would *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year i embraced new found glories.&lt;br /&gt;a year i tried my very best to move on.&lt;br /&gt;a year i found the loveliest bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;a year i then knew i would be strong.&lt;br /&gt;a year full of late-nights, sleepovers and camera pictures.&lt;br /&gt;a year filled with girls day out, blogging craze and happy tears.&lt;br /&gt;a year i attended the best birthday party ever.&lt;br /&gt;a year with the goodfriends that i got closer.&lt;br /&gt;a year i never ever expected, i'd find the sweetest lover.&lt;br /&gt;a year i knew in my heart, i'm gonna love this boy forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a year, with so much memories to remember,&lt;br /&gt;and a year i now make a vow, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;never leave you loves&lt;/span&gt;, never ever.&lt;br /&gt;a year my girlfriends, goodfriends, family and my LOVE i'll treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a year i wish, the beautiful things i have with me now, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lasts forever and ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i make a wish. *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so much has happened this year,&lt;br /&gt;and i feel &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;blessed with all&lt;/span&gt; that i have now. &lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, i'm looking forward to &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;its contents &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;waiting up ahead&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my brother's and sister's wedding will be held next year.&lt;br /&gt;wow, that's really &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;something i'm so looking forward&lt;/span&gt; to.&lt;br /&gt;and then, i'll be the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;only brat in the family&lt;/span&gt;, the last to get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hahahaha! of course, the special youngest cutest most loveliest daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(goshees, gag me with a spoon!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'm so &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;missing my karlee&lt;/span&gt; right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;missing him so terribly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i wish that i close my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and when i open it, he's back and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;right here with me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;baby, baby! i miss you badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i think i have &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; more days to endure&lt;/span&gt;? oh my cheese baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*pulls a sad face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;time pass so slow when you're not around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but i'm &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;still waiting everyday&lt;/span&gt;, to finally be in your arms again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img alt="nunu kisses carl." src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/nunubell/wait.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a part of you has grown in me, together forever we shall be,&lt;br /&gt;never apart, maybe in distance, but not in heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i miss you karlee bee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113454452027082193?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113454452027082193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113454452027082193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113454452027082193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113454452027082193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2005/12/karlees-girl-miss-baby.html' title='karlee&apos;s girl*            miss baby.'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113445101534996356</id><published>2005-12-13T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:40:41.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missin' My Baby Badly. *baby, i love you!!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="thatchiqa://*" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v722/vivalanunu/sopp2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and i just can't seem to get you off my mind*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;good afternoon cheese.&lt;br /&gt;i had quite &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a good sleep&lt;/span&gt;, though i did find myself awake&lt;br /&gt;at two timings; 4:35AM and 6:15AM, and all i did was&lt;br /&gt;hop on to the compy and checked if baby was online.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;too bad&lt;/span&gt; for me, he wasn't. and&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; i miss him&lt;/span&gt; so terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, i &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;feel good&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;maybe after the yoga that Raz taught me to do last night.&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;feeling terrible&lt;/span&gt; then, called him, crying on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;telling him how much &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss baby&lt;/span&gt; and how it's gonna get&lt;br /&gt;worse for the next couple of weeks that baby's not gonna be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raz told me to do the yoga so i'd feel better.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that i was &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fast asleep&lt;/span&gt; after the yoga.&lt;br /&gt;and then in the morning i woke up feeling &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fresh and fine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't change the fact that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i still miss my baby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so well, i gotta say, the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so-called yoga&lt;/span&gt; does help! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thanks Raz! &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;all the yoga-poga stuffs aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;on a much &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;brighter note&lt;/span&gt;, i'm finally going out today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;after plenty of days, cooping myself up at home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i've decided to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;enjoy my time outside&lt;/span&gt; with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;although it would be &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nice if baby's here&lt;/span&gt; with us too. aww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i've planned to get &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pretty cute tees&lt;/span&gt; for myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and some other stuffs that's on the list of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so that makes it &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a shopping day&lt;/span&gt; today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh, not to forget, i'm heading off to KL on thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;with my family and relatives for &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a shopping trip&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;for how many days it will be, i ain't sure yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;shopping, shopping, shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i can &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;never get enough&lt;/span&gt; of it. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well, it's &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;night time in Calgary&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i wonder &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what baby is doing&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hope he knows that i'm &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;here thinking of him&lt;/span&gt;. aww. *huggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;talked to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fara&lt;/span&gt; last night, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so sweet of her&lt;/span&gt; to call me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;she said if i really miss my boyfriend i can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;go ahead and hug her boyfriend, haha darlin, nooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;even if i did, it won't feel the same. hehehehe. just messin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and she &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cheered me&lt;/span&gt; up. aww, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;huggs for you&lt;/span&gt; girlie.&lt;br /&gt;Raz, Fara and Ernie always helping me to cheer up. aww..&lt;br /&gt;so sweeeeet. so here's another bigggg biggg hugg! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and of course, i so wanna &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hug my baby&lt;/span&gt; now, and except&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;for my girlfriends, there's no one else i wanna hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my baby and my girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;, the ones who light my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;or should i say, *light my fire, light my fire, light my fire!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hahaha, my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;baby and Ernie&lt;/span&gt; should know what i'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it's time to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;have my bath&lt;/span&gt; now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;then get ready &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;meet my friends&lt;/span&gt;, hoppin' off to town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;later walligator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="i miss you baby!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v722/vivalanunu/u4.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;baby, though you're so far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;here in my heart&amp;amp;mind you'll always stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Missin' You, Carl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113445101534996356?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113445101534996356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113445101534996356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113445101534996356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113445101534996356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2005/12/missin-my-baby-badly-baby-i-love-you.html' title='Missin&apos; My Baby Badly. *baby, i love you!!*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113437353919447882</id><published>2005-12-12T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T19:42:22.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missin' My Baby. *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="nunu*" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v722/vivalanunu/b1z.png" /&gt; &lt;img alt="honeygirl *" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v722/vivalanunu/b2z.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;trace my lips.*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hello again! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm finally home for good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;let's see, been @ commonwealth for the past couple of weeks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and before that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i've not always been at home&lt;/span&gt;, that includes the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;lack of updates, this that shiznat, yadda-yadda.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a lot has happened lately, i haven't been around for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;my dance practice, i had to take care of my sister back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;in commonwealth since she was &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;really unwell&lt;/span&gt; a week ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but yes &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;now everything's fine&lt;/span&gt;, hopefully i'll get back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the dance practice on friday. KIM! plenty of apologies babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;still, i'll miss my sister because she's going off to London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;with her son and boyfriend. and of course my baby who's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;in Canada now. gosh, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;everyone's leaving me here&lt;/span&gt; in s'pore ey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;now i &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;feel so much at ease&lt;/span&gt;, in my room, just "spring cleaned" it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;having my rest day. after much that has happened, i'm actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;feeling a little unwell, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but all's fine&lt;/span&gt;. i might be heading out later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to those who've &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cheered me up through&lt;/span&gt; the boring days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;boredom-nation alone at home, moodless to go out because of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i-miss-my-boyfriend&lt;/em&gt; illness attack. Raz, Fara, Ernie, Ria.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;they've been such sweethearts to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and well of course, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MY LIL' SWEETHEART&lt;/span&gt; himself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;he came online last night, and we had a webcam+voice conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;he was showing me his pouty-cherry-red-lips, with his cheesy smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;then he showed me "canada pencil, canada scotch-tape.." hahahaha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;even at times like these he &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;never fails to cheer me up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;though i was being such a boogerface, sad pork and all frowny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the sweetest thing was he knew how to make me smile, he always does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;aww baby! i miss you sooo much and sooo terribly! love you b! &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and on a brighter note, i'll be meeting Fara soon, yes please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we'll both be going for a manicure! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that's flippin' awesome&lt;/span&gt; babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it's been such a long time since we hung out just the both of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;like the pretty old days. i'd say, we &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;relive the moments&lt;/span&gt;! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;then we can visit Ernie and her macaroni! i'm &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so craving&lt;/span&gt; for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;love you two cheesee babees! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;anyhows, i'm &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hopping off&lt;/span&gt; right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;gonna start &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shayking to some boogey&lt;/span&gt; beats, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;then have my shower and &lt;s&gt;head out.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i've decided to stay at home and rest! it's shopping day tomorrow. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nunu's got that flow to make that booooty go _____*`&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;whooooopeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hopefully, more updates tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;later walligator!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;I MISS YOU BABY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="i miss you baby *frowns*" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v722/vivalanunu/mis.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x o x o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113437353919447882?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113427458192054749</id><published>2005-12-11T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T12:16:21.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby!!!</title><content type='html'>baby!!!!!!im in canada nw.. the plane was damn fuckin long sia!!singapore to japan 6 hrs japan too US 10 hrs..den US too canada 2hrs.. u imagine sittin fer so long  on de sit...tak leh berak sak hehe...its really freezing here man!!haha b!!!! i miss u so much i wanna hug u nw!!and guess wad??ders home alone 1 in de plane aahha!!yeah thank god tat my uncles house got a computer and a webcam too...soo hope ur online very soon i wanna tok to u so badly..buuuut i werent forget de promise u gave me ah...hah u noe i noe baby..ok b!!gtg bubbye see u online k muacks!!!love u love u love u love u love u love u!!!!!!hhee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113427458192054749?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113427458192054749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113427458192054749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113427458192054749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113427458192054749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2005/12/baby.html' title='baby!!!'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113427232488932597</id><published>2005-12-11T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T11:52:59.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bay's gone to canada. *sobs*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* missing you badly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;here's just a quick update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'm at my sister's place, using glen's laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;baby has gone to canada, he left on Friday midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i still have no idea how long he's gonna be there for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;might be for ten days or he'll be back on the &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;of course i'm all hope-fulls that he'll gets back very soon, please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well baby left me his watch, mp3 and celly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'll be holdin' on to his celly 'till he's back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so far, i've received about more than a couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;of phonecalls from baby's friends, 'cus some of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;had no idea he had gone to canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;gosh, i miss him terribly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'll blog again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*..sobs..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759352-113427232488932597?l=thatchiqa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/113427232488932597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759352&amp;postID=113427232488932597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113427232488932597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759352/posts/default/113427232488932597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatchiqa.blogspot.com/2005/12/bays-gone-to-canada-sobs.html' title='bay&apos;s gone to canada. *sobs*'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759352.post-113410042690283775</id><published>2005-12-09T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:05:15.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Without You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Carl&amp;amp;Nunu." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v722/vivalanunu/blog.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;days without you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well i'll just share this tad-bit of bad news to all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;because of some reasons, Baby might just be leaving for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Canada tomorrow, and seems like he will only be back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;way later than that.. hint: end of the month. &lt;em&gt;ladeeda..deeda&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B! i don't care! &lt;strong&gt;just pack me in your suitcase&lt;/strong&gt;. *..sobs..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pretty bad a news ain't it? of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;my boyfriend's going off to another part of the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;with the saddest fact that i won't get to touch him, feel him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;kiss him, hug him.. worse still, for many, many many days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;urgggh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;if Santa happens to arrive down &lt;em&gt;Yishun Street ##&lt;/em&gt; tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'll make sure my only wish will be: &lt;em&gt;please don't make my boyfriend go&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and i'm just talking way impossible. gah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'm just so looking forward to meet Baby today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;even if there happen to be a change of plans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;that he won't be going so soon or something along those lines,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'm still going to hug him and cuddle and snuggle and smother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;him with everlasting kisses, God knows what i will do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but still i know it's NEVER enough to make-up for the days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;that he won't be around.. even the mother of all hugs and kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;will never be enough. this is saaaaad! sad, sad sad, saaad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and right at this very moment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'm listening to &lt;strong&gt;Britney Spears'&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Santa, Can You Hear Me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i signed my letter that i sealed with a kiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i sent it off, and just said this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i know exactly what i want this year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;santa can u hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i want my baby baby, yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i want someone to love me and someone to hold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and maybe maybe maybe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;he'll be all my own in a big red bow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;santa can u hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please don't let him go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;awww man, ok i ju
