<?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-15616706</id><updated>2011-12-02T19:28:53.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pr3ttych3rry: stealing sunshine...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>456</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-1238516155791087244</id><published>2011-03-02T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:21:11.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Heaven Knows</title><content type='html'>She's always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;From the time I wake up 'til I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;She's everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;She's all I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though she's so far away&lt;br /&gt;It just keeps gettin' stronger everyday&lt;br /&gt;And even now she's gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm still holding on&lt;br /&gt;So tell me where do I start&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back some day&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;'Cause heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends keep tellin' me&lt;br /&gt;That if you really love her&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta set her free&lt;br /&gt;And if she returns in kind&lt;br /&gt;I'll know she's mine&lt;br /&gt;So tell me where do I start&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's breakin' my heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back some day&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;'Cause heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I live in despair&lt;br /&gt;'Cause wide awake or dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I know she's never there&lt;br /&gt;And all this time I act so brave&lt;br /&gt;I'm shaking inside&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt me so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back some day&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back some day&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;'Cause heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-1238516155791087244?l=nurulyaqin.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-15616706.post-5396491891121098481</id><published>2011-02-17T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:18:16.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad.</title><content type='html'>just plain sad. yes I am sad that hanna had to go. yes I accept that its not my decision to make. yes I know she has gone to a better place. yes I admit that Allah loves her more and I may not be able to care for her until she becomes the ultimate muslimah. I accept that and i have no intention to ask why she was taken away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I am just sad that other people was not given the chance to know her n love her. I am just sad that people would not remember her. I am just sad that nobody will visit her. I am just sad that we will be the only one to love n remember her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Jan - 18 Feb 2011. She would be 1month old tomorrow. Love u baby girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-5396491891121098481?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/5396491891121098481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=5396491891121098481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5396491891121098481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5396491891121098481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2011/02/sad.html' title='sad.'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-3190782634767967910</id><published>2010-12-09T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T13:00:59.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cuti</title><content type='html'>I read on fb, one friend wrote that 'my bonus at the end of every year is 6weeks of paid vacation'. which is absolutely true. but year after year after year, it never seems like having all 6 weeks to laze around n be lazy n be bored. There is always something to do n most of the time too much to do.. =( so it is not really a vacation. but more like you are being paid to catch up with other things that u didnt get to do while working... huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and believe it or not... i have tonnes of activity to do and so much more places to go.. i need to clear my room n get stuff here.. how am i supposed to fit all my clothes [3rails worth of baju kurung n shirt n blouse and everthing else] in the closet..I HAVE NO IDEA! huhuhu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some stocks here. I will have to bring alot more than last time. huhu.. ada org amik 20 and i was left like 4 pcs jer..huhu and i have to take this holiday time to start a new list to advertise n leave links everywhere. huhu. i really2 want to do a year end sale but as i dont have my stocks with me.. its really hard! huhui still have no where to put the stocks yet! owh i really need to find some space.. bawah katil penuh dgn hadiah kawen!!! perhaps getting a small short drawers to put by the window is good idea. we can put our lappie there..both of it and solve the problem of hiding my stocks n ayang's files.. owh he does have ALOT of files.. he is very good at filing. he takes it really seriously like filing everything very systematically. huhu.. me? i am the messy one remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall continue soon~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-3190782634767967910?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/3190782634767967910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=3190782634767967910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3190782634767967910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3190782634767967910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/12/cuti.html' title='cuti'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-6003702682650575427</id><published>2010-11-26T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:21:27.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>For the umph-teen or million time, I want to get this out loud n clear. I hate change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those human being that love to stay in my comfort zone. Changes scare me. Be it good or bad, it still scares me to the max. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment there will be a lot of changes in the next coming months.. First I get to transfer to Gombak. The school is still a mystery. Hopefully I can get something closer to home so that I dont have to travel to far from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means I will move my laidback life in Kuantan to KL. I will be living in Gombak until our place in Selayang is ready. I dont really fancy the idea of living there..but what to do.. a wife's place is next to her husband. I am glad to be able to drop that weekend wife title. I long to get the chance to be able to kiss my hubby before he goes to work and give him a great big hug that could make his shirt all wrinkle up! heeee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that worries me is my business. How on earth I am going to continue it now? I need access to post office and more importantly some space for all my hooks. I can however find a small place to put limited stock like 2/3pcs of each colour/design...which really means I have to travel back to Kuantan to constantly replenish my stocks. Considering my situation n condition now...i dont think that is permisible.. [if there such a word.. hehehe] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the house to be ready. I can't wait to move in n have a normal life. I want to live like normal husband n wife. It will be hard work as I have to clean, cook n wash but I want it. If it is too much I can always ask for a maid rite..hehehehhe lazy lazy me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that.. will i be happy with the school? will the friends be okay? will the kids be amazing like my year 3E? Will the teachers tolerate my laziness of everything? My messiness? I sort of pick what I want to do. I don't mind going all out with teaching n get the materials ready and stuff. But hey look at my class.. they had potential to be one of the pretiest class..but unfortunately they get Moi for the class teacher. Decorating n putting up all those knick knacks are certainly not my specialty. I dont really bother about making it a pretty class...just plain clean with shiny floors will do. I dont tolerate with messiness in the class tho.. just in my room n on my table. heeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a lot more changes happening in months to come.. but I am not ready to spill here it yet. Just incase someone is reading. Tho I am pretty sure no one reads my blog anymore.. but just incase. I am not ready to face the situation yet again tho I pray hard that I don't have to. That it will be a wonderful journey for me n hubby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of hubby, I havent talk to him for the past 72 hours.. he is away for work.. i dont like it. but what can I do? for the past 2 nights n as i am typing this.. i still keep on trying to dial the number if I could get through the line. But the weather [ i guess] has a different plan. He was supposed to come back last Thursday..but something came up and he had to delay his return to Sunday. 2 nights away.. I think I can.. but I am not really sure I can.. huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of thoughts has gone into this post.. I really am happy. Sometimes, when I feel sad or happy.. i read my old posts..it reminds me of the happier/sadder days I had in the past.. how i dealt with it..how i change my life.. It is really an eye opener.. and yes I am thankful and glad that I have this blog. I will be back soon..perhaps with some happy news...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-6003702682650575427?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/6003702682650575427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=6003702682650575427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6003702682650575427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6003702682650575427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/11/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-4600477824252436010</id><published>2010-11-21T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:38:01.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>sometimes i think i have the craziest friends on earth. sometimes i feel that we are all sooooooooo different until i feel how on earth that we ever become friends. sometimes i feel that they are the weirdest bunch of people. sometimes i feel that they are the silliest 25+ years old in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&amp;nbsp; most times they are the people you can count on. Most of the times we are so similar that we are thinking about the same thing even we are at different places. most times i feel that they are the most normal human beings in this world. [really????] most times i think that they are the super genius and cleverest people in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey at all times, I am the lucky one to have friends like you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs407.snc4/46997_478001201647_705941647_7374819_1734491_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs407.snc4/46997_478001201647_705941647_7374819_1734491_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual... when i feel there is one of us that need any other one of us..i blog about them. who is it this time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-4600477824252436010?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/4600477824252436010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=4600477824252436010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/4600477824252436010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/4600477824252436010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/11/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-5399378456721046304</id><published>2010-11-09T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T18:32:49.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>I choose the title because the subject of today's post is someone that I truly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt pick up the phone and dare to ask her.. what is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking at seeing her changing her blog name once in 24hours seriously bugs me. It may not be anything but I am genuinely worried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO darling...wats up? Anything u want to tell me? or Anything you want to say? I am here.. even at 3am. Give me a call. [Tho if u call me after 10pm, you may not get my full attention...because you get the sleepy me.. but hey..I am there..~~]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u to bits n pieces.. all 4 of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-5399378456721046304?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/5399378456721046304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=5399378456721046304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5399378456721046304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5399378456721046304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/11/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-4973685436456471912</id><published>2010-10-20T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T21:35:24.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disturbed</title><content type='html'>I may claim that my 'kampung halaman' is the Great Britain. I may claim that I am 'British' jokingly. I may claim that 'andai aku dibuang dan tak diterima... andai aku disingkirkan... akan ku lari balik ke UK' hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I love this country very much and try not to betray the very same government that give me the chance to be a whole lot better person. The only one chance to realise that there is soooo much more life has to offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when a very respected relative who had a great education and respectable job and a healthy bank account which I assume to be so cultured with a very modern open minded person said something very shallow and ridiculous, it just blew me right away. It hit me straight away that tho I may not be even remotely eligible to be 'Negarawan' and I at any given day, be given the chance to live at another country and dump this teaching job, would definitely take it no question asked, but I still have the guts to at least respect the harmony of the racial integration and be thankful for the life that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me how can someone so successful in life, living in a big house, working for a GLC company, has a daughter living abroad, siblings living abroad, look-up to by others including myself can utter something so obviously wrong. How on earth someone like that can say that the stupid guy namewee is brilliant? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are cultured people... we are working toward a develop nation which will not happen overnight. If you are not happy towards something, there are proper channels on which you can express you unhappiness, there are ways you can complain and if all means fail. There is always the newspaper and televisions.. even calling up Karam Singh Walia is ten thousand million times better than trashing the very same country that you live in. The same government that provide the health care for your mom when you were born, the very same country that teach you how to read and write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is another instance where I thought someone else who appears very religious could blame the same organisation that is giving them job and a good life. They say the organisation is not doing their job just because that I haven't been transfered to KL yet. I could say nothing but smile~~ I could say what I am about to write next but it is just not my style to do such thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned long ago that when things didn't happen the way I wanted them to be, there must be something better! We plan, but God has a better plan for us. After my wedding, I applied to be transfered to KL, and when it didn't happen, I cried and cried and cried non stop. I asked why did you want to see me suffer like that? Why would you waste a teacher who could do so much more than this? Little that we know I will be transfered to Kuantan soon after that to take care of my sister who is going to sit for her SPM n mom who was diagnosed with breast cancer that year. Imagine if I get the transfered to KL. How could I help my dad to send my sister here there and everywhere..&amp;nbsp; how can I help my mom when she was soo sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that God has a lot in store for me. He may not give me what I want all the time...but i certainly get what I needed. I send in my application again this year.. but even if I did or didnt get it.. I know there is something good for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note: &lt;br /&gt;I long the company of friends who have the same wavelength and those who share the same 'maturity' with me.. but then, I wont meet these people who really scares me thinking what does the future society has to offer..&amp;nbsp; and I was again scared by the fact that my students are so unaware that there is another side of the world and there is soooo much more life has to offer...and they live in the very same borderless world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me...but I am selfish enough not to let the teaching consume my youth. I am destine to be so much more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-4973685436456471912?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/4973685436456471912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=4973685436456471912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/4973685436456471912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/4973685436456471912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/10/disturbed.html' title='disturbed'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-3779709885675860614</id><published>2010-10-14T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:05:34.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jumble-up</title><content type='html'>it has been a while since i last blog. since i put thoughts in my post into what i write. Many things had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama n Papa pegi Mekah&lt;br /&gt;Raya&lt;br /&gt;Ayang worked offshore for almost 3weeks &lt;br /&gt;Course in IPBA for 5days~&lt;br /&gt;Reunion in Janda Baik&lt;br /&gt;Bought my Chloe Paddington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a fun filled months...lots and lots of celebration and occasional tears. Owh that must happen to me. It will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And school is going to be out really soon.. owh saya sudah rasa mood bercuti~~~ saya sungguh malas untuk mengajar~~~ and again my holiday will be filled with lots and lots of activities. I really really want to read the book i bought two years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I need really think about kitchen n interior design. I really have to start thinking about colours n patterns and deco. Owhh dear how fun~~ Floor n blinds n tiles n handles~ Hubby said that during this school holiday I will have to start sketching and collecting info about all things. As soon as the keys in our hands, we will start asking for quotation and buying things to move in. We are sooo sooo sooo excited about our new crib!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some thinking months ago.. kind da decided that I want calm n clean look. I want my house to look like showroom. Clean and streamline. My kitchen too. heee.. which really translate to no cooking at all. =p One or two colours with different shades. Really really wants to make this right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby n I really have the same idea and thoughts about decorating. Only he will have more say in it cos he is paying for it~~ I am soo going to make him pay for it. He has good taste n doesnt mind paying more for fancier stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have back n forth thoughts about continuing my business. Not that it is not rewarding. It really is and it is paying for my Chloe at the moment which is equal amount to almost 3months pay. huhuhu.. But i make a mistake and it is not really fun anymore. I make 2 mistakes. huhu I learn but it is not fun when&amp;nbsp; u have to pay for it for a very long time. Plus I might be get transferred to KL which will be a really troublesome to continue. First I need space to put all the hooks. 2nd posting will be a lot of trouble unless I can figure it out. But I can really put it to good use and I can join loads of different bazaar. I really want to make a lot of sales during the holidays. I really want to get the words out.. I really need to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats about it for tonite. I must must must put my thoughts here.. every since facebook came into my life..blogging really has taken a back seat. Not fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-3779709885675860614?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/3779709885675860614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=3779709885675860614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3779709885675860614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3779709885675860614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/10/jumble-up.html' title='jumble-up'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-3259452025174369810</id><published>2010-09-23T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:06:22.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again</title><content type='html'>once again we are in a lot of mess. 2nd Oct is the date to look forward to. but it seems faraway. it seems like forever. it seems like an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest, please hold on. I am not able to be there fully as I am not whole myself. But lets hold hands in our hearts so that we could go through this in one piece. Love u loads more than i ever love myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-3259452025174369810?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/3259452025174369810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=3259452025174369810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3259452025174369810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3259452025174369810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-again.html' title='Not again'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-7628968317796311970</id><published>2010-07-17T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T18:51:53.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-less</title><content type='html'>I am always the kind who took a while to digest in changes. It is a little hard to poke into my thick skull. I took my own sweet time to adjust my feelings to the changes.. be it good or bad.. its the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i start to warm up to the idea.. getting excited to jump into it. It hit me with the thing that I hate the most. Uncertainty. When things are uncertain.. i refuse to talk, do or even think about it. I hate it when people say what i should or i should not do about things i myself not sure. i hate it even more have to deal with people asking me what happen... so i just sit there, be quiet and pretend nothing happen, until i figure it out. It scares me..its like determining something which could be the other way round.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so when things go the less favourable way...i am glad that not many people know about it. I am glad that i dont have to tell lots of people the bad news.. i dont like to disappoint others.. i feel guilty. I feel that what ever happen is my fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i don't have to talk about it.. i don't have to think about it.. i won't feel sad.. its easier to go back to the state before anything change.. i just slip back to my old life. forget that this part ever happens. bury deep in my hearts where no one can ever reach and bring it to the surface again. only I will remember it at the back of my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the only one who have to face what come may.. those who knows just be on the side lines. pray for me. those who dont know just leave them in the dark. if they dont need to know then...they certainly dont need to know now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that I like to keep my private life...very much indeed private.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-7628968317796311970?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/7628968317796311970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=7628968317796311970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7628968317796311970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7628968317796311970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/07/less.html' title='-less'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-6535382709492152496</id><published>2010-05-27T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:09:00.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haywire</title><content type='html'>A few months back one of us broke up from a 9 years relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to be together try to support each other.. try our best. But our biggest enemy is our commitment. and distance for most of us. Tho my school is just a shout away from her house.. we barely see each other. We are stuck with work. The rest of us.. KL/Bandar Tenggara/ Penang- Kuantan is just too far to convey a comforting hug, some wisdom words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her.. it is hard.. it is painful.. but you have to be strong. you have to show that you are above him. you are the bigger person. Dont let him toy with your feelings.. Dont let him conquer your mind. You can cry...cry with us.. dont cry to him. Cry..cry your heart out.. Please don't let him know that you are crying. Pour...pour everything to us.. Not him. Cos he won't make you feel better... You will make him feel better.. We will try our best to make you feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to this situation, one of us invite her to tag along to a vacation trip over the long weekend. So they are going to a peaceful calm and serene place. Hopefully it will help her to clear her head. Make her realise how strong she is than she thinks she is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. fate has its funny way to test us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, when they are all excited to meet up and chat all night long.. The vacation girl get a phone call.. Her mom is diagnose of breast cancer and immediately scheduled for surgery on the very same day. She obviously drop everything and drive back to her hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't know.. my mom was diagnose with a breast cancer a year and a half ago. I know exactly how she feels.. I just hope she is okay. I just hope her mom is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are so haywire now.. this is a test of our 5points relationship. Married with a child, In a relationship, Just broke up, [sorry babe...] unknown.. and me.. just Married for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad for me...when I have a news to tell...they are in deep sadness.. its like fate prevent them from being happy for me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time.. sedih kan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-6535382709492152496?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/6535382709492152496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=6535382709492152496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6535382709492152496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6535382709492152496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/05/haywire.html' title='Haywire'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-5238105829244622564</id><published>2010-05-04T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T19:15:11.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promotion!</title><content type='html'>If you havent know about this.. I own a blogshop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently we are having a promotion! Buy 3 hooks and get a free pouch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are gorgeous...so check them out at my blogshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhandbaghook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MyHandbagHook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also have a selection of Business Card Holder and Compact Mirror. click away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-5238105829244622564?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/5238105829244622564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=5238105829244622564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5238105829244622564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5238105829244622564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/05/promotion.html' title='Promotion!'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-7584312814732722383</id><published>2010-04-28T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:19:26.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap</title><content type='html'>Sorry for yet another negative title. I am still obssesed with having a one word title. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I apply for a day off this Friday, the reason was to attend my cousins wedding in Kulim, Kedah. about 12pm, I get a phone call saying that my day off was not approved. Gila apa tak lulus???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to face the HeadMaster. [I hate him by the way] I ask what is the reason.. he said because we have an activity that day. This Friday,&amp;nbsp;the kids are going to 'Larian Merentas Desa' or Merentas Taman Perumahan more like it. So, the school needs me to do whatever. I dont know whats the reason. He is crazy.. and then he said in this exact words 'kalau saya bagi awak cuti...apa pulak orang lain kata...' I was like...what ever?? orang nak cakap apa.. its not like I took leave and MC every week. I dont think people care...and plus they dont even have to replace me for my classes..the kids are out running anyway.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the teachers know what happen to me.. I told them just to vent out the bitterness and anger inside me. &lt;br /&gt;And to make things worse..TODAY, I saw on the board another teacher is going to be on leave that very same FRIDAY. She is kindda close to me, so I asked her nicely why is she going on leave and I told her my story.. I was not angry at her but that guy is STUPID and CRAZY!&amp;nbsp; She understand why I am angry and she asked me to go and see him again today.. but he is not around. He is sooooo bloody crazy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa saya kata kalau orang lain boleh cuti pada hari yang sama dan saya tak boleh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other teachers say '..amik MC je qin.. dia nak cakap apa..' but I am more than that..I am going to just leave.. cakap la apa dia nak..haha.. Do I look like I care? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like you...please make sure you approve my transfer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more positive note, tomorrow is hubby's birthday. Why do I have to be this bitter this week? urgghhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-7584312814732722383?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/7584312814732722383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=7584312814732722383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7584312814732722383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7584312814732722383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/04/crap.html' title='crap'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-6597225765886367737</id><published>2010-04-22T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:37:50.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad T_T</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;And they say bad things happens three times in a row.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first: I have school this Saturday! sucksss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second: I cannot go to Bukit Gambang wit hubby cos its a closed event. Teambuilding. Not Family day affair. NOT FUNNNN!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;third: Our baby got hurt! huhu....sangat sedeyyy... Tho it was not his fault n just a minor accident. That tiny accident make hubby could not come back to me tonite!!!! owhhhh bertambah sedeyy.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/S9BBsxh3USI/AAAAAAAAAYM/l_q0QyM8cxE/s1600/Car.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/S9BBsxh3USI/AAAAAAAAAYM/l_q0QyM8cxE/s320/Car.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;too sad to do anything now... i am so sickly sad.. this is soooo not fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-6597225765886367737?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/6597225765886367737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=6597225765886367737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6597225765886367737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6597225765886367737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/04/sad.html' title='Sad T_T'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/S9BBsxh3USI/AAAAAAAAAYM/l_q0QyM8cxE/s72-c/Car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-7412696458684798582</id><published>2010-04-21T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:21:01.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy</title><content type='html'>hello...i have a crazy crazy life now... im sooo crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh btw, does anyone can answer these questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What the fucking hell is 'Elephant Talk'?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the exact number of years i have to serve the goverment?&lt;br /&gt;3. How do I apply to do masters FULL TIME at my own cost while im still working? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help please..thanks in advanced!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-7412696458684798582?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/7412696458684798582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=7412696458684798582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7412696458684798582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7412696458684798582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/04/crazy.html' title='crazy'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-4052208634527450172</id><published>2010-04-13T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:52:08.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gorgeousness.</title><content type='html'>I am gorgeous. I am soooo gorgeous until I can take anything that came to me. Any amount of work at any time in any way. I am sooooooo blooooody gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;books to mark&lt;br /&gt;35 books each class times 4 classess. = 140books. [tuh baru E1..blom E2 and E3...kalau mau tanda semua aku kena amik cuti sebulan. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just the real thing that I have to do everyday. not counting other stuff.. need I to list it all down.. I might have to amik cuti tanpa gaji setahun kotttt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what i hate the most... my post-praktikum portfolio. all the gorgeous lesson plan and write up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT!!! I just love all that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there will be alot more to come my way... but as I have said... I am soooooooooo blooody gorgeous I can take anything they throw at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-4052208634527450172?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/4052208634527450172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=4052208634527450172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/4052208634527450172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/4052208634527450172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/04/gorgeousness.html' title='gorgeousness.'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-941967242621382103</id><published>2010-04-08T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:00:53.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revisited.</title><content type='html'>I&amp;nbsp;am still in love with having one-word title. I just feel its nice. short and sweet. precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the title above. It was all revisited. what we did for 2 semester years ago, we are redoing it in just 8days. 7months and 8days. well not really 8 days minus the&amp;nbsp;afternoon sessions&amp;nbsp;where I cant stop yawning and Huda n I played bingo totally ignoring what they are saying or what was on the screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about Teaching English to Young Learners. and suddenly I can feel Steve Ansell is standing behind me looking at me n Huda playing BINGO. huhu..scaryyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean. its a repeat. yeah but it never hurts to relearn good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ada lagi...but lost because of silly internet connection all the feelings bottled up dah abis...huhu. perhaps tomorrow i can continue]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued. perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-941967242621382103?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/941967242621382103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=941967242621382103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/941967242621382103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/941967242621382103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/04/revisited.html' title='revisited.'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-5320482119855651159</id><published>2010-03-25T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:19:07.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>none</title><content type='html'>I took a loooooooooooooong time to really plan my lessons. Usually these lessons are very effective as i really give it a good tought. I admit that I did not do it for every lesson, but I usually try to at least do it for 3 lessons a week for each of the class I am teaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am teaching 4 English classes make it even harder to do it. I took a looong time to get to know the children and get into a rhythm of teaching them. Switching classes 3weeks before exams are crazy stuff for me. I know I dont live in an ideal world, but I would like to make the world I am living an ideal place for me. I want to give the kids the best English lessons on a regular basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you have to deal with 2 fire drills, fire fighting demo, safety talk, rehearsals for Hari Anugerah, then Bengkel Menjawab Soalan in the evening ALL in the SAME day. It is hard for me to give my best to my kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is crazy mad. There are soooo much activities in one week that I have not done any teaching yet these week. NOT A SINGLE LESSON! I don't know what to write in my record book. I don't think I can teach tomorrow. I have prepared many handsout for the kids. and I feel soooo sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are told to teach the kids as if they are teaching their own kids. You dont have to tell me that. I know it. I have been teaching them because they are&amp;nbsp; my own kids. I am not a super woman. I cannot come home at 5pm everyday and be in school the next morning fresh,&amp;nbsp;full of energy and life&amp;nbsp;to teach these kids when I did not prepare anything for the lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Year 1 kids are performing, the teachers who trained them are even more excited than the kids. Biasalahhh cikgu lebey dari budakk... huhu. Cikgu gaya lebih dari budak..hahaha. But thats how it should be! Teachers are required to do more than the kids are doing. They won't get 100% of what we do. So we have to show to them 200% of what they are supposed to do. Then they will get the 100% that we want to see.. Thats why teachers are so tired. We go all out to make sure the kids are good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why we can only work 5days a week, officially from 7.30am to 1.30pm. because we need those extra hours to recover from the day,&amp;nbsp;to finish what we could not finish before&amp;nbsp;1.30pm,&amp;nbsp;to plan for tomorrow, to get ahead of the kids, to make sure we are up fresh, full of energy, and life to run the show once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are actors and actresess. Good ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-5320482119855651159?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/5320482119855651159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=5320482119855651159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5320482119855651159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5320482119855651159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/03/none.html' title='none'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-7886542483294938902</id><published>2010-03-23T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:52:25.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheated.</title><content type='html'>on Wednesday, I went out with my gorgeous bestfren Julie. We went sofa hunting and bought one gorgeous candy stripe Lshape sofa... uhhh cant wait to crash on it!!! heee then we went to minum2 at starbuck before going to our spa session. then lapar already and we have dinner at TGIF. yumm... then balik oredi. both of us just beli a couple of things...sooooooooooooooo unlike us!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Thursday, I went out around 2.30..approaching KLCC at 3pm. I asked hubby if he is coming back late and he said yes. So I asked if i could go and jalan2 to Jalan TAR..only 2 things in my mind.. black velvet pouch and tudung!! after searching up and down..i couldnt find any black velvet pouch. So i turn my attention to my hard to find tudung. I go in and out, up and down the lane, nooks and crannies... haha.. and i found quite a few..but not really to my heart desire. i am now wearing the shawl with awning kind..not really the one in trend so its really hard to find. but nonetheless, i bought 10 new gorgeous ones...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost 4.45pm i must avoid the back home rush. so i went straight to KLCC. one reason only to be there. Kak Dilla's&amp;nbsp;Mark &amp;amp; Spencer panties. huhu..susah le kawan ngan orang2 posh nih... panties pun beli kat MS. aku pakai yang SMARTPRICE ASDA jek dulu...huhuhu... skarang pun beli kat JUSCO jek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhu So to kill time. and i have been dying to get my nails done. I went straight to Nail Parlour. Just my basic manicure n pedicure with buffing. The manucurist did say that I have to add RM 10 for buffing so I said yes. no problem. So did my pedicure first. Not much complain but sikit giler scrub walaupun pakai scrub St Ives. Then buat manicure..okay first she cut my nails too short. Okla..i didnt say to her not to cut too short. I just let go.. then she did my nails. She filed the wrong way and not to wat I said pun. I want square but she filed according to the original shape of my nails! WTH?????? dah file pun..so i just diam je la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay time. &lt;br /&gt;Trademark Manicure: RM40&lt;br /&gt;Trademark Pedicure: RM50&lt;br /&gt;Buffing Mani &amp;amp; Pedi: RM20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&amp;nbsp;RM110 &lt;br /&gt;Mahal nak MAMPUS!!! huh...I dont mind paying if the results are gorgeous and satisfying. Better do it at BremMall in Kepong. RM 70 both Mani n Pedi plus buffing. The shine last for 3weeks ++ Thats the best so far. If not do it in Kuantan also Okay. Same price jugak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wanted to have a glass of juice. I went to the foodcourt at level 2. Signature kot.. So i ordered a large glass of juice. Orange+Watermelon. Yummm rite??? Yeah....cos the price is RM10!!! weh..baik aku beli kat Juice Works kat bawah tuh... RM8.90 jek...lagi banyak buah campur2.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh cheated again!!!!! Marahnyer sayaaaaaaaaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i learn my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I mau cari tiket untuk terbang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-7886542483294938902?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/7886542483294938902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=7886542483294938902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7886542483294938902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7886542483294938902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheated.html' title='cheated.'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-5949889521264900632</id><published>2010-03-22T15:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:33:29.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stealing</title><content type='html'>not just sunshine. but now i have to steal time. i am so bloody late to go back to skul. i have an entry to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;title: cheated. bila mau type? tunggu expired dulu..huuuuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adeh la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-5949889521264900632?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/5949889521264900632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=5949889521264900632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5949889521264900632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5949889521264900632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/03/stealing.html' title='stealing'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-6963351465072598719</id><published>2010-03-16T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:45:21.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAD</title><content type='html'>This is crazily MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am marking my year 4 exam papers. Paper 2 to be exact. About 5days including weekends before the exam, we did sentence construction exercise in class. I manage to stress the fact that it might come out in the exam regardless that I have no idea how the paper looks like. It turns out to be a few phrases that we did in class appear in the exam paper. Nonetheless these kids fail to use it correctly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sister is a reading book. not just one kid. but more than 5 of them. &lt;br /&gt;Ani listenig radio. again not just one kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the exercise, the sentence was 'A woman is listening to the radio at home'. I did not dictate but i ask&amp;nbsp;questions.&amp;nbsp;Is it a man/woman/boy or girl? How many person? What is he/she doing? Where?&amp;nbsp; That is the base of simple sentences i teach these kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i am not done yet. with the pictures, there are 10 helping words to help the kids. words like bedroom, listening, girls, reading, book etc etc.. kalau salin pun salah. aku nak marah kot mana tuh???? huhu.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i understand why there is a learning objective in the Curiculum Spec which says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;able to copy correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, it is hard to aquire the ability to copy correctly. T_T&lt;br /&gt;this is driving me mad. grrrr....to top it up..the house next door is renovating. the sound of the workers drills is drilling a hole in my head!!! tension den!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhu..but to take it from one of my favourite lecturer back in IPBA. If one student make a mistake, he might misunderstood you. But if there are a few, you should ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAVE I DONE WRONG?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God give me the strength to go on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-6963351465072598719?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/6963351465072598719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=6963351465072598719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6963351465072598719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6963351465072598719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/03/mad.html' title='MAD'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-12196865501204517</id><published>2010-03-10T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:23:46.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>again. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st random topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to a point.. when I was sitting at the balcony,&amp;nbsp;I felt how&amp;nbsp;I felt when&amp;nbsp;I was in UK. It almost felt like Summer of '06. The feeling was almost the same.. guess, it was the thing that make me happy. The blissful life that&amp;nbsp;I secretly adore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd random topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the SPM results. I am berdebar for my sister as if its my results. I am ssooooooo hoping she will get gud results and off she goes to some good college preferbly overseas ones. well so I can visit her every year!!! hehehe... UK would be lovely, but anywhere on earth would be just as great. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd random topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Alice in Wonderland 3D today.. hehe.. fun I must say. one of the rare moments that I went for a movie. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th random topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was openly talked about in FB when one of my friend wrote: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akmal Farid: Funny when you read your teacher friends' statuses, you come to realise: what is to become of Malaysian school bosses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: go to hell with the bosses. what is to become of our education system??? Memperkasakan sekolah kebangsaan??? in your dreams... when all thats left are the teachers who come to school to gossip, kiss ass, go in and out of class for the sake of it etc etc.. when all the great minds are gone their own way.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to realise that soon, in less than 2 years time, our education system will be deprived of great teachers.. I know these people. I am [hope] one of them. all 120+ of us. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;How sad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-12196865501204517?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/12196865501204517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=12196865501204517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/12196865501204517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/12196865501204517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/03/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-1970334400578085411</id><published>2010-03-06T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T14:49:27.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone</title><content type='html'>the fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;at the balcony of&amp;nbsp;a gorgeous big fancy hotel room&amp;nbsp;with a broadband service facing the sea and pool waiting for my lunch ordered through room service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/S5HziPWDGVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-HfI6GOCUTs/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/S5HziPWDGVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-HfI6GOCUTs/s320/DSC00483.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Lucky me? i guess. never in my life i thought i would be able to enjoy such luxury. i have stayed in many hotels before, as my dad n mum always took us on a trip everywhere during school holidays. But the hotels where we stayed was purely for sleeping arrangment. definately not luxury. as a child i have been secretly wishing to be able to call the room service and order what i fancy to eat..although the charge will be outrages! the first time i was able to do that was on my honeymoon at Jerejak Resort and Spa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/S5HzaVgDWyI/AAAAAAAAAV0/0qbz6gtYMMo/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/S5HzaVgDWyI/AAAAAAAAAV0/0qbz6gtYMMo/s320/DSC00482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;never in my life i thought that will be the first to many more.. since then, i have been lucky enough to stay in posh hotels enjoying life little perks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;*Gorgeous view of the sea from my balcony.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;have heard many stories about a life of a wife to Petronas Executive. I have met a few too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;one of the first story was told by Laylee. there was one teacher in her school where she did her practical who is&amp;nbsp;so bergaya, with&amp;nbsp;her gorgeous baju kurung, matching bag and shoes,&amp;nbsp;her long necklaces adorning below her gorgeous tudung.&amp;nbsp;Laylee&amp;nbsp;said&amp;nbsp;She sees me in the future like that.. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mom told me that she was given a leather handbag by a friend who share the wifey-title as mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This particular story is my favourite.&amp;nbsp;I have been wishing secretly that one day it will be me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;she is a regular teacher [like me!] she took unpaid leave to follow her hubby everywhere around the world. Australia, UK and now US! ohh dear...that i wouldnt mind.. I want THAT life! okay side-tracked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/S5HzsPtK9lI/AAAAAAAAAWM/AYyuBRaZJLk/s1600-h/DSC00480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/S5HzsPtK9lI/AAAAAAAAAWM/AYyuBRaZJLk/s320/DSC00480.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last Night's Dinner: Club Sandwich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/S5Hz3lSx5PI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-odoLNenw9Y/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/S5Hz3lSx5PI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-odoLNenw9Y/s320/DSC00486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today's lunch: Nasi Goreng Istimewa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but you see, I am all alone since morning. I watched TV and I surf the net all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Hubby is busy working. He is in Kemaman 30 minutes away, over looking his first big project. His current project involve a big ship and 2 other small ship lease by petronas for their used at their oil rigs and platform. He went to Singapore/Batam twice to oversee the progress of the ship in the making.&amp;nbsp;He is responsible in making sure the ship sail smoothly from Batam and safely arrived yesterday morning in Kemaman.&amp;nbsp;He has to make sure that their contractor abide to all the contract requirement before he approved that Petronas agree to accept the ship. He approved all the marine n catering crew onboard and he has to make sure they have their safety passport which is required by Petronas. He is in Kemaman to make sure everything is in order. Last night, he ordered 800tonne of oil to be supplied to his ship.&amp;nbsp;Today,&amp;nbsp;I am not really sure what he is doing, but i think&amp;nbsp;all the marine n catering crew will be boarding the ship and it will sail out to&amp;nbsp;serve at a platform&amp;nbsp;offshore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He is tired most of the time but he seems happy. I should be happy. but I am not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Dreams do come true. I am a princess now, but&amp;nbsp;trapped in the ivory tower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;At least this girl is happy to have a brother in law working with Petronas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/S5H5y9Sb7SI/AAAAAAAAAWs/0D-6y3eP_Ac/s1600-h/DSC00470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/S5H5y9Sb7SI/AAAAAAAAAWs/0D-6y3eP_Ac/s320/DSC00470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My lil sis taking a dip in the hotel pool yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;its almost 3pm now. only 5 more hours to go before he comes back. (*_*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-1970334400578085411?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/1970334400578085411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=1970334400578085411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1970334400578085411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1970334400578085411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/03/alone.html' title='alone'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/S5HziPWDGVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-HfI6GOCUTs/s72-c/DSC00483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-7628576964750257102</id><published>2010-03-02T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T18:08:13.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mesyuarat Guru Kali -2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mula: 3pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tamat: 6pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;... aku pegi spa pun tak lama cam nih.. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-7628576964750257102?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/7628576964750257102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=7628576964750257102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7628576964750257102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7628576964750257102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/03/craziness.html' title='Craziness'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-6777818835131988803</id><published>2010-02-26T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:00:22.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darkness</title><content type='html'>well future days seems dark n bleak.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all Hubby is soo bloody busy and his attention for me is definately lacking. so it is going to be boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second my school days will be long and painful. we have a new HM and so far he is nothing but trouble. the teachers at school is definately fidgeting as we make fun to all things and everyone is masking the feeling with laughter and jokes. there is not short of jokes and laughter to keep the ball rolling and steam off... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third my hands are still dark n black n burned regardless of the amount of Nivea Whitening&amp;nbsp;Body Lotion. &lt;br /&gt;thats including RM 165 for the 3 hour SPA session which include berendam dalam susu and whitening body mask...grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When&amp;nbsp;will everything turn brighter? When&amp;nbsp;will my sunshine come back? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh babe...i dont even know what i need now. a breakaway is a definate no at the moment. workload is amounting and its seems like never ending story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are piling up so does hurting. but there is absolutely no time to mend even my own hurting heart. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-6777818835131988803?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/6777818835131988803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=6777818835131988803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6777818835131988803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6777818835131988803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/02/darkness.html' title='darkness'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-5631770854631325202</id><published>2010-02-18T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:06:50.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burned!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Im so black even&amp;nbsp;the charcoal looks fairer than me! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a great fun 4days of holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Wake up early to go visit my cousin who is flying back to London and went to kenduri in Kuala Selangor tho we were stucked in the jam for about 40mins. duh.. it was a bloody hot day. Then we went straight to Aqilah and Athirah's house. Went back to Gombak about 9pm. huhu.. long long day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Home alone. about 11am. We went out to OU. The road was clear..as soon as we arrived in OU we know why.. haha.. half of OU is close due to the CNY. Had brunch in Chilis and walk around OU to find me a watch. couldnt find any. huhu.. Went visiting hubby's fren Bujal. he had an awful accident that broke his leg n shoulder. dahsyat ok.. ngeri aku tgk xray dia.. tulang patah&amp;nbsp;mcm polistrin jahhhh... huhu Then we went to Ewin's house.. lepak2 jap. Then mama n babah arrive with Aqilah n Athirah. Then about 8pm we went home. Make a quick stop at the giant to buy stuff for tomorrow! another long long day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Wake up super early to get ready to go PICNIC!!! yippppeeeee... help mama to cook and cook. Arrived at Serendah waterfall about 10am The sun was scorching HOT. SUPER SUPER HOT! but i didnt bother..had so much fun with my gorgeous pink hat. haha.. eat so bloody much.. Nasi Lemak 3 pinggan!!spend hours in the water.. splash spalsh with the kids all day long.. about 4.30pm pack up and go home.. once arrived, i just realise that i am darker and my skin hurts like bloody hell.. OH NO!!! im burned! that night, sleep like a baby. so penat..and my body is aching.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. Wake up feeling like orang tua..my back hurts like hell..and my knee too..OMG!! kemas2 and do alot of things.. tho my body is killing me!! by 2pm..both of us sudah tersadai di depan TV and while watching Wonderpets..both of us dozz off to sleep..hahaha.. at about 4pm we went out to run some errands and get something for our back..and Mama asked us to go to Kanda's house bcos everybody is goimg to be there.. hehe.. so off we go! went back to Gombak at about 9pm.. and once again we sleep like little babies.. huhu.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday.. half of the day was spent in the super bloody slow bus! then i am covered in cold calamine lotion for the rest of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for another long weekend.. had tonnes of fun tho i was burned darker than charcoal. and tomorrow, i have already made an appointment to go berendam dalam susu..hoping to return to pre-burn state..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh darling..you wish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-5631770854631325202?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/5631770854631325202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=5631770854631325202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5631770854631325202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5631770854631325202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/02/burned.html' title='burned!'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-4803308280948172230</id><published>2010-02-11T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:42:34.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silly</title><content type='html'>gosh.. i didnt remember that the long break after SPM cud slow down ur brain to this level.. hahaha..she was quite pandai when i think about it. her exam results were good.. better than mine at least..but this is badd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about my sister. I kesian tgk dia had to terperap kat rumah doing nothing. she work for me n mom doing odd chores but thats about it. at least she got the internet..and astro! i didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i was desprate to get something done at ECM, so i drag her along so that she could buka mata and melihat dunia..hahaha.. while i get my things done, i gave her RM20 and asked her to get me a copy of February CLEO.. yada yada yada.. later we met at a cafe.. i saw her reading a mag..so i know she bought it. and proudly she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adik: Kakak...tgk! its just RM2.50!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;.........puzzeled! and i saw that it was partially covered by the price tag..&lt;br /&gt;Kakak: haaa...memang la RM2.50..ni February 2009!!!! adoi laa....&lt;br /&gt;Adik: ...tercengang2.. &lt;br /&gt;Kakak: hahaha..benggong betul la...pegi beli yang lain..i want February 2010 la dik oiii..&lt;br /&gt;Adik: ..ha ye la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiiihhhh... what a silly sister i have... huhu.. need to get her to college ASAP. kalau tak she will be brain dead soon enough! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.. im still laughing about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-4803308280948172230?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/4803308280948172230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=4803308280948172230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/4803308280948172230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/4803308280948172230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/02/silly.html' title='silly'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-2894712345756890846</id><published>2010-02-10T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:25:00.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>im still sick. still had the cough. but feeling better. hopefully due to the long weekend i will fully recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is something else that make me feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liars. maybe not. pretenders i suppose. or they just dont want to admit that they do the very same thing that they say they WONT do. pretend to be the person they are not. even in their own blog. trying to implicate self pity so others will feel pity for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, blog is very personal.&amp;nbsp;you dont do it to gain popularity. i dont care if not many&amp;nbsp;people reads my blog.&amp;nbsp;but i appreciate any of you who do reads.. =) not like people used to do in chatrooms, when IRC was the only way to chat, when YM still does not exist! people pretend on the internet to gain popularity. to be someone they are not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe people who don't know you personally would say.. 'WOW..so and so did this and that..'&lt;br /&gt;but i who know you very personally in reality knows that a lie! or you would just pretend that you are not doing what you are doing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...im very hostile to this kind of people. this behaviour kills my love and care towards a person. i look down on you. no longer have my respect. sorry babe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to pretend i still care. ...eat my own words! hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-2894712345756890846?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/2894712345756890846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=2894712345756890846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2894712345756890846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2894712345756890846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/02/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-1191234359156906574</id><published>2010-02-04T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:49:54.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ponteng</title><content type='html'>im not in skul today. for the 1st time. i just give myself a day off. and its the day i hate the most. thursday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, its not really ponteng. i have not&amp;nbsp;been 100% healthy for the past 3 weeks. my cough n asthma is really bad. especially this week. it hurts everytime i cough. and to add to it.. my head is really spinning atm. so i cant drive to the clinic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want ayang. now. really bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-1191234359156906574?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/1191234359156906574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=1191234359156906574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1191234359156906574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1191234359156906574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/02/ponteng.html' title='ponteng'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-683537283646549293</id><published>2010-01-30T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:45:07.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>same</title><content type='html'>same or similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say opposite attracts. up to a certain&amp;nbsp;point i agree. but this has been going on between us since we were still studying before UK and during UK times. its one thing that both of us love and enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which really translate to we did and enjoy&amp;nbsp;this waaaaayyyyy before we know one another. tho we call it differently, i must say its the same thing. i was n still am really treasure the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby calls it 'Mendap'&lt;br /&gt;i just call it.. 'My Weekend'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it refers to waking up late. taking time to have breakfast, make a mug of coffee drink 2 sips and reheat it a couple of time until u finish it, do nothing but lay infront of the TV, stare at the laptop screen while clicking at different buttons [eBay, blog, or now MafiaWars]. have your morning shower after 3pm but not later than 4pm or just dont bother to shower at all. wear a&amp;nbsp;fresh baju tido.&amp;nbsp;then wonder what to do for the rest of the days or just continue staring at the laptop screen. before going to bed again, regret that you have just wasted a day, but secretly adores it to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, i went back to KL. He just got back from Singapore, so i decided we should not to go anywhere but enjoy the weekend. plus there is no one at home than just the 2 of us. ahhh bliss~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the same for me, KL/Plymouth/Kuantan.Single/Couple/Married.GuruPelatih/InternationalStudent/Teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday/Sunday. My kind of weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having hubby to share it with makes it all worth while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-683537283646549293?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/683537283646549293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=683537283646549293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/683537283646549293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/683537283646549293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/same.html' title='same'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-7663853645204436165</id><published>2010-01-21T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:29:05.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BFF: where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;me: at home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BFF: Home&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;Kuantan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;me: ha ler..its mid week..where else i would be? heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BFF: mana la tau..u seems like the break-the-law kind..ye la..selamba je ponteng meeting.aku tgk rilek jek..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;me: weh...that was 1 time. and i was in KL..takde pasal aku nak balik Kuantan just to attend the meeting.and they dont bother too..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;do i look like break-the-law kind? am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Funny you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-7663853645204436165?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/7663853645204436165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=7663853645204436165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7663853645204436165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7663853645204436165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-i.html' title='am i?'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-3466466066840992080</id><published>2010-01-21T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:24:20.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HeadCrack</title><content type='html'>well, dont blame me for a no show last week. blame the stupid idiot head crack!! i mean headcount. i have no idea what is the use of head count other than raising our blood pressure and make us drown under piles of work load. simply madness. idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rather plan a good lesson than do all those paperwork. i can still b a good teacher without doing any of those stupid things. i dont have to write 3pages lesson plan but still can carry out a good lesson. why should i waste alot of time writing garbage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is alot of messy things. hubby is on his way to singapore..for a day. thank God! he will b back tomorrow. tho a little later than he should be. but as long as he is back in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face is a breeding ground now for more than a week. =( &lt;br /&gt;dont know what happen. huhu. headcrack perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teaching otherwise is okay.. i like my classes except that i have to teach music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the hills are alive....with the sound of music...trallalalala....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gilo apo? huhu.. saya yang menurut perintah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;owhh...do visit my blogshop!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myhandbaghook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;My Handbag Hook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get yours now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-3466466066840992080?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/3466466066840992080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=3466466066840992080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3466466066840992080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3466466066840992080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/headcrack.html' title='HeadCrack'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-6649302329530911189</id><published>2010-01-07T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:57:30.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays</title><content type='html'>its not yet even a week in school. but it will be tomorrow. so i am allowed for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, school is okay. except that i am not so happy with my messy timetable. hurrhghghgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mentioned that i went to Sabah for 5 days. Me n hubby had tonnes of fun, we want to go on holidays again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for a cruise. One that depart from Malaysia. KL/ Penang / Kuantan. going to anywhere.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. Thailand / Hong Kong / Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after searching on the net, i only find a few which cruse IN malaysia. The ones going to other places depart outside from Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would like to ask for help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do i look for 1?&lt;br /&gt;What do i look for?&lt;br /&gt;When is the best time to go crusing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.. i really want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many projects..so little money.... so little time!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-6649302329530911189?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/6649302329530911189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=6649302329530911189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6649302329530911189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6649302329530911189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/holidays.html' title='holidays'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-319433526986587833</id><published>2010-01-04T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:20:07.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*NEW*</title><content type='html'>it took me 4 days to get my ass to type this down. haha.. talk to me about being lazy. My school holidays pass in a blink. even tho they say i cuti sakan..but i felt it wasnt enuf. must make sure future years i stay home and be a good wife. =P without other extra activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand new year. Do i have a new year resolution? Do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i certainly want to loose the extra weight. hhuhu.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be a better teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be the best wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop eating and shopping&amp;nbsp;too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i certainly did during the holidays. aaahhhh blisss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i really wanted to whine about hubby had to work on weekends. For the last 2 sundays, he had to go to work. On the first Sunday..he let me go on a shopping spree in KLCC and Pavillion but he 'forgot' to give me the money to shop with! but i ask julie to join me..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last sunday, he left me at 5.30am&amp;nbsp;with tears running down my cheek to go back straight to the office. I cried and cried and cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it hurts. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-319433526986587833?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/319433526986587833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=319433526986587833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/319433526986587833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/319433526986587833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/new.html' title='*NEW*'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-1992330637001144270</id><published>2009-12-28T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T15:47:05.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOY (*_*)</title><content type='html'>Finally he arrives. after days and weeks of anticipation... He is here. Safe n healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullilah. Sudiana selamat melahirkan SULTAN kami pada jam 3.15 ptg 28.12.2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahuuuu... oh i can easily remember your birthday darling boy because i was born on the 28th too!!!! hehehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but poyo eh the father... people always say its putera..but he has to emphasis its a SULTAN.. *eyesrolling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, we&amp;nbsp;are soooo happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Sudi..i pray that you have a speedy recovery and i can get to hug kiss and squeeze the baby really soon!!!! OMG.. cant wait to see pictures~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-1992330637001144270?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/1992330637001144270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=1992330637001144270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1992330637001144270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1992330637001144270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/boy.html' title='BOY (*_*)'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-7549044739730908822</id><published>2009-12-23T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:39:09.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>i just had a back to back holidays. FUN and FUN endless FUN and FOOD. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th Dec. OTW to Kluang Johor to be with the girls. HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;15th and 16 th Dec spent the two days with JULIE, YUNI, ACHA, to celebrate the mommy to be SUDI.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th i was home...was asked to get ready to go to SABAH! it was the most awaited holiday this year. we have been planning for it since July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th - 22nd we were in Sabah 4d3n in Kundasang and 2d and 1n in KK. we had so much fun and ate wayyyy&amp;nbsp;too much too..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pixes later le ek.. i have&amp;nbsp;transfer it to the laptop but hubby havent seen any of it yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived about 1 am last nite but hubby had to work today. suddenly i miss having him 24/7 with me all the time. i certainly need that alot more.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh cant wait for more holidays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe next time we should go for a cruise..then we go back to our kampung k... the UK.hehe promise tau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks ayang for the wonderful days.. &lt;br /&gt;looking forward to plan another trip soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can never have enough of him.. i just want him to myself all the time.. &lt;br /&gt;now, i have just 10 more days to laze around and b lazy.. why does it have to end so fast!!????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-7549044739730908822?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/7549044739730908822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=7549044739730908822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7549044739730908822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7549044739730908822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-6391592922222228262</id><published>2009-12-08T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:47:13.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping</title><content type='html'>my utmost favourite activity. its like my official favourite of all times! hehe and of all the shopping spree and sales around the year, there is one that outdo all sales and shopping spree you can ever think off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/Sx3iO7KNeOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_QicEwezMkU/s1600-h/DSC00357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/Sx3iO7KNeOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_QicEwezMkU/s320/DSC00357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Christmas Shopping!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the best shopping experience ever. the best of the best deals and best of all most stores offer gift wrapping for free.. =) even tho i buy it for myself, i will always pretend its a gift for a friend/sister/mom or whoever! ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went to KLCC. Look at the deco...gorgeous! make me feel like back in UK all over again..&amp;nbsp;I was there for just 3 hours&amp;nbsp;but suprise! i didnt do much shopping except that i spend almost RM300 hahahaha... OMG. seriously i bought a gift basket at MS for RM124. then i spend for various things at Guardian and bought my body scrub from Watson and a fleece blanket. basically that about it. owh and a baby card for sudi the mommy to be. tu jek la..hhuhu penatnyer tak terkata. i did go to Sasa and check out the new eyeshadow by Kate.. but the colours are biasa2 je but i totally love the sparkles!! i didnt buy anything for Sasa but i was extremely tergoda with its free gift&amp;nbsp;the stand mirror...sangat cantikkkk!! So much sexier than the one i got from Neutrogena.. huhu.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My previous christmas shopping experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-christmas-shopping.html"&gt;Christmas Shopping 2006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-6391592922222228262?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/6391592922222228262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=6391592922222228262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6391592922222228262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6391592922222228262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping.html' title='shopping'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/Sx3iO7KNeOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_QicEwezMkU/s72-c/DSC00357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-7348287054035196060</id><published>2009-12-07T11:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:56:18.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>journey</title><content type='html'>one of me+hubby favourite journey is from KL to Lumut or kawasan yang sewaktu dengannye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. let me explain the reason why we love to travel down the old road instead of crusing down the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i get to know the perks of driving off highways, i detest it so badly because i hate long journeys. So highways are quick and relaxing. straight road and smooth drivings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby loves off highways when he is not in rush. because he can saves toll expenses, he can show off his driving skills [macam terror le kan] and more interesting scenary along the way.. and can stop along the way for many stuff..&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example KL-Lumut via Sabak Bernam - Kuala Selangor -Telok Intan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st stop: jus mangga and buah2an segar dan murah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd stop: Kerepek pelbagai jenis yang sedap gile and murah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd stop: the ultimate reason why he loves this journey.. Nira Nipah yang sejuk beku dan menyegarkan badan.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really like it. but it is kindda nice. i like the ones yang not so thick and according to hubby tak power sangat. i have light tastebud. i like everything a little towards the tasteless side. so we will stop at 2 gerais, one for me and another gerai ...buy 3 bottles for hubby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why we dont mind going to Sri Manjung yesterday for Ainee's wedding.. it was just an excusse for us to go on a shopping spree..menjana ekonomi negara!! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other fun-relaxing journey. Kuantan- Besut. Keropok lekor +Air Kelapa spree... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous people. simply gorgeous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-7348287054035196060?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/7348287054035196060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=7348287054035196060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7348287054035196060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7348287054035196060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/journey.html' title='journey'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-2227636644488675467</id><published>2009-12-04T07:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:43:23.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>online.</title><content type='html'>well since i now able to stay online pr3tty regularly and i have some free time. why not do some online shopping while i am not able to shop physically at the malls. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not new to online shopping. infact i was the first one to start the craze of buying from ebay among the marjons back in 2005. hahaha i can still remember that black stileto that i bought from ebay for the May Ball. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh it brings back memories. syiokk like getting presents everyday. hehe i admit i was obsess with ebay back then. it was like the best thing i ever found. and soon enough i hope. i will be back being the other person on the other side as a seller. remember that &lt;a href="http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-people.html"&gt;lollipop&lt;/a&gt; during the Graduation Dinner, they say that i am most likely to make a living from ebay. maybe not a living yet.. but its a start. wait till i have set it all up. i will give you the link here ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i am so excited and scared. i am never good at all this. but i  want to try. hubby encourage it and he is the one keeping me in reality. if it is up to me.. i must have gone out of the way.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to all things wonderful! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-2227636644488675467?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/2227636644488675467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=2227636644488675467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2227636644488675467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2227636644488675467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/online.html' title='online.'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-8118030969411060458</id><published>2009-12-01T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:13:25.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy</title><content type='html'>i think this is the busiest year end holiday for me. i have no time to baring2 and scream BORED a thousand times and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only the 2nd week but i did a thousand of things and have another million to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st week&lt;br /&gt;21&amp;amp; 22 Nov went house hunting and actually booked a house =D&lt;br /&gt;23 &amp;amp;24 Nov went shopping with Julie. spend hundreds!! =p&lt;br /&gt;25 &amp;amp; 26 Nov stayed home and be the good housewife hahaha&lt;br /&gt;27-29th went back to Kuantan for the eid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd week&lt;br /&gt;30 Nov hang around be lazy and surf the net all day.&lt;br /&gt;1Dec [december oredi.....??!!?!?!?! =( ] be the goodhousewife plus surf the net and kemas rumah bcos MIL n FIL will be home tmrw! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&amp;amp;6  Dec going to outstation weddings =)&lt;br /&gt;7-13 Dec is my ONLY free week. most probably i will spend it at BTS, SOGO, KLCC owh cant wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;14-16Dec Kluang Kulai visiting the mommy to be!!! mau gosok perut bulat dia..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;17th Dec prepare to go to SABAH!!&lt;br /&gt;18th -22nd SABAH TRIP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd onwards...till 2nd of january.. im sure there are tonnes of things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got to be the busiest year end holiday for me... i didnt even get to read my book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh busy days ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;COMING SOON..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pr3ttyTh1ngs by Pr3ttyCh3rry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wait for it.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-8118030969411060458?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/8118030969411060458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=8118030969411060458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/8118030969411060458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/8118030969411060458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/busy.html' title='busy'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-1856325653151419833</id><published>2009-11-25T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:43:23.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sucker</title><content type='html'>hahaha...im a true sucker for many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first im a great sucker to nice smelling shampoo, shower gel and body lotion. and i found a local brand smell as nice as Body Shop and The Natural Source but cost a fraction. local homegrown products. im loving it so much till i feel like want to buy the whole range!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biovalley.biz/"&gt;BIOVALLEY&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found the product at their booth in Midvalley Exhibition Centre after me n hubby house hunting at the next door exhibition room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a strawberry shampoo n a Rosemary shower gel. SANGAT SUKA!! i will definately get the rest of the range esp the milk shower foam!! owhh cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next. im a great sucker for cheap clothes. my clothes comes from everywhere! i mean everywhere.. inc pasar malam, small boutiques, cheap shops, factory outlets etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my current fav mall is Berjaya Times Square. i found tonnes and tonnes of clothes and gorgeous stuff. i used to buy shoes and bags there.. but somehow the shoes and bags fail to turn me on.. must be the season. huhu.. hope to buy a new bag really sooon. and i found a super bag shop there... i definately will drag hubby to BTS! really sooooooon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im also a sucker for pretty shoes. i adore shoes. soo bad. i bought shoes like i buy ice creams.. my shopping outing resulting with only 2 pairs. but im happy! looking foward to buy more shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-1856325653151419833?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/1856325653151419833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=1856325653151419833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1856325653151419833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1856325653151419833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/11/sucker.html' title='sucker'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-5427940544974100325</id><published>2009-11-22T18:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:45:14.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ours</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we spend aboout half a day at Midvalley house hunting. and about 5.30pm today,we paid RM2k to book a house in Selayang. after about 8months house hunting, we found one which is about 80% of our dream house look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt have much time to hesitate or think. there is only 1 unit left for the layout that we are interested in. the rest are all sold. tho we do have other units with different layout to consider but after careful considerations of pros n cons, we liked ours best. i care more of the interior layout, hubby care of the position of the unit on the building. so we carefully consider both point of view and we are happy with the choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its small, its cosy, its going to be our own little crib. measuring about 1049sqf with 3 bedrooms and 2 baths. it has good size living n dining and the kitchen is not bad too... now, i should really learn about kitchen cabinet and colour scheme and layout and interior designing. hhahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due completion July 2011 which gives us ample time to prepare. and about 4 months for us to fully furnish the whole house before we move in. So quite a perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im going to do a little bit of window shopping online.. before i go shopping with Julie! yahooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update again soon...now hubby ada internet oredi...=D hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-5427940544974100325?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/5427940544974100325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=5427940544974100325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5427940544974100325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5427940544974100325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/11/ours.html' title='ours'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-2821000612343076294</id><published>2009-11-17T17:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:02:31.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*dizzy*</title><content type='html'>i had the worse headache of the year for many reasons. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Sunday, the moment i sit in the car before we went to do some errands i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ayang, b rasa cam tak sihat ler.. nak demam. [being the caring hubby.. he touch my forehead...]&lt;br /&gt;him: ha ah ler. panas.. jom g klinik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that last sentence, aku sedikit meragui kebaik hatian dia sebab few days before he did said 'dah lama kita tak berING' which means it has been awhile since any of us use our ING card. heh *snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So due to the high fever, i had a killer headache for more than 24hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, today im back in school. i was still *tingtong* after the high fever that hit me.. looking at my desk the headache suddenly rises a bit and when i had to arrange the kid to their new class it went craaaaazzzzyyyyyyyyyy...huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then about 1.50pm hubby called. said he has to turn off the phone and surrender it to the counter as he is going off shore for 3 days!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh suddenly i fell like im off balance. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray for hubby. its raining season now. pray he go and come back safely and ontime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing him already~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-2821000612343076294?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/2821000612343076294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=2821000612343076294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2821000612343076294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2821000612343076294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/11/dizzy.html' title='*dizzy*'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-820752225773396175</id><published>2009-11-13T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:10:16.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>last week, friday, my school had our anual dinner. in swiss garden. the food was ok-ish. but my table was wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too noisy and we had a good laugh. it was sooo fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last week too julie came to kuantan with abang Rahim. it was good to get to see him. cos we have not met since i finished studying back in 2007.. and more it was great to be able to hang out like we used to with huda n julie! i had wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy so much fun!!! heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its going to be a quiet weekend this week. its Adik's last weekend before her SPM exam. besar dah adik aku..which really translate to tua dah aku!!! huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam's over last week. so its a mad week this week... pulang buku text, amik buku text baru, tanda kertas, key in markah, berebut PC yang satu, printer wat hal, update buku laporan, fail peribadi, etc etc... gilo apo??? huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is final week before the school holidays!!! yipee!! and my days are filled with lots of things to do..hehhehehe...and books to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh cant wait to fly to the land below the winds =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-820752225773396175?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/820752225773396175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=820752225773396175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/820752225773396175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/820752225773396175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/11/update.html' title='update.'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-8750476052684970857</id><published>2009-10-29T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:15:50.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong</title><content type='html'>just plain wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have spent the last 5 minutes to find a bigger word for the title. it was and still is my own little gratification to have a one word title for every post. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a little off track.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i have to check the online dictionary for words, it a big sign that i have not spend the last couple of months reading a good book! huhuhu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im here to tell and spill that what i did for the last couple of weeks is ethically wrong and professionally shameful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho i am not the most dedicated teacher in the whole world, i still want to be a damn good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho it is not my choice to be a teacher, i still want to make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho i may not be a teacher for a long time, but i might still be..but i want to make the difference in the lives that i taught and going to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why when i walk into the class, i expect the kids to gain something from the hour i spend for them that day. i take my job seriusly and i want to see the fruits of my labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not just happy on pay day..&lt;br /&gt;but i am the most happy&lt;br /&gt;when my kids already know how to read and spell correctly.&lt;br /&gt;when they get good grades.&lt;br /&gt;when they are in good behaviour, walk properly in lines&lt;br /&gt;when they remember to switch off the fan and lights when they leave the class&lt;br /&gt;when they say 'Miss Yaqin cantik la hari ni....' hehe that was just me and my ego...=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the joy of being the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since April i have to teach this one class of Y3. its the last class and damn it was really hard. everytime i walk out of that class, my blood pressure and stress level rises... huhu but the timetable changes from mid July till about early October..when the class was broken up and i get to teach Y2. For a while i was happy as a bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the timetable revert to the previous one and i am back again. it was really a struggle. im always mad and grumpy everytime i came out of the class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until one day i punish 7 boys to stand in the store room while i check the rest of the class's work. while i was teaching i heard they were laughing and having a good time. immediately i know, it was not my best choice of punishment. their behaviour really struck me that i have failed to be their teacher and to the rest of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came out of the class with tears running down my cheek because i failed. i talk to a couple of colleagues. they say i should not take it too much to the heart. it is bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so.. i decided to not to talk to them, the 7 boys, anymore. lantak ler nak blaja ke tidak ke.. nak buat keje ke, tidak ke.. up to u. i only nod or shake my head. not even eye contact. i have done more than what i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not right, i know. ethically and profesionally. i shoudnt but i did it anyway. im not the slightest proud of what i did and i am actually ashamed of what i did. but i did it for my sanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2 days, i have realise that by ignoring the 7 stooges, i can actually help the rest of the class. i can actually do some real teaching. teaching English to the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am more at peace now. tho i still dread going to the class, i now walk out of the class without adding a few more lines to my face and a few more inch at my waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is still WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how i can make it right again? tell me how i can be a better teacher?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-8750476052684970857?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/8750476052684970857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=8750476052684970857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/8750476052684970857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/8750476052684970857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/wrong.html' title='wrong'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-3114663278948430427</id><published>2009-10-28T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:23:11.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blessing</title><content type='html'>i copied this from a blog i secretly read.. i take it as a blessing as now is a hard time. this is what we really need at the moment. Thanks to whoever decides to share this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question. She said, 'How do I know if I married the right person?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a forwarded email from a friend of mine. Try to comprehend it and you'll learn to love with an open heart =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said, 'It depends. Is that your husband?'In all seriousness, she answered 'How do you know?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with your spouse/partner. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked theiridiosyncrasies (unconventional behavior/habit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called 'falling' in love... Because it's happening TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in love sometimes say, 'I was swept off my feet.' Think about the imagery of that expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU.Falling in love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria (excitement) of love fades. It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts.The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you thinkabout your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, 'Did I marry the right person?' And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown. People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work, a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It lieswithin it. I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someoneelse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER just happen to you. You can't 'find' LASTING love. You have to 'make' it day in and day out. That's why we have the expression 'the labor of love.'Because it takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it takes WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause and effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable... you can 'make' love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in marriage is indeed a 'decision'... Not just a feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-3114663278948430427?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/3114663278948430427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=3114663278948430427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3114663278948430427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3114663278948430427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/blessing.html' title='blessing'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-5372672599179654179</id><published>2009-10-27T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:25:09.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy anniversary</title><content type='html'>25th of October 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day our love was made official. it has been a year now. nothing much has change but being apart has certainly tested our love and patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truely, this day should be celebrated. however, on the 25th..my school had Sports Day and due to that he made plans to change his brake disc. huhu.. the car get to spend more time with him! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt even get to plan anything special. just on the 24th October after Maghrib prayers we perform solat hajat together and pray for our future together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, things will get better. future anniversary will be celebrated with joy, happiness and quality time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to myself for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-5372672599179654179?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/5372672599179654179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=5372672599179654179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5372672599179654179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5372672599179654179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-anniversary.html' title='happy anniversary'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-6007808331873140026</id><published>2009-10-27T17:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:04:00.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true.</title><content type='html'>Baby i love you , and I'll never let you go ,&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to, boy I think that you should know ,&lt;br /&gt;All the love we made , can never be erased&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby i love you , and I'll never let you go ,&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to, boy I think that you should know ,&lt;br /&gt;The love we made , can never be erased ,&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you as long as you want me to&lt;br /&gt;Until, the end , of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day I met you I knew we'd be together&lt;br /&gt;And now I know I wanna be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I wanna marry you&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna have your kids&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin never compares to the feeling of your kisses,&lt;br /&gt;I can say I'm truly happy to this day&lt;br /&gt;You make me thank god that I live my life everyday&lt;br /&gt;There's never been a doubt&lt;br /&gt;In my mind&lt;br /&gt;That I regret ever having you by my side&lt;br /&gt;But if the day comes that I have to let you go&lt;br /&gt;I think there's something I should probably let you know&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed everyday that I spent with you&lt;br /&gt;And I will miss you cuz I'm happy that I had you at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby i love you , and I'll never let you go,&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to, boy I think that you should know,&lt;br /&gt;All the love we made , can never be erased ,&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby i love you ,) and I'll never let you go ,&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to, boy I think that you should know ,&lt;br /&gt;The love we made , can never be erased ,&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you&lt;br /&gt;As long as you want me to until , the end , of time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-6007808331873140026?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/6007808331873140026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=6007808331873140026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6007808331873140026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6007808331873140026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/true.html' title='true.'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-169464940238560810</id><published>2009-10-19T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:48:30.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>habitat</title><content type='html'>habitat is [i believe] a place where you live in the most natural place to you. lets check..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia said: A habitat (which is &lt;a title="Latin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latin"&gt;Latin&lt;/a&gt; for "it inhabits") is an ecological or environmental area that is inhabited by a particular animal and plant species. It is the natural environment in which an organism lives, or the physical environment that surrounds (influences and is utilized by) a species population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ler. buleh le sket2. dapat ler sekerat markah. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, hubby and i had venture back to what i must say our [mostly me] habitat. tho its not the same, barely comparable, but its the closest thing we get to living the dream again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04056.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="welcome" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/DSC04056.jpg" width="443" height="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its one of our many more trips to come. At the moment, this is our little ways of spending times together. just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 10 am Friday 16th of Oct we head to Fraser's Hill. arrived at the Gap at about 11.45am. just missed the going up traffic. =S so we had to wait about an hour. the journey up took about 15mins. hubby does not want to miss Friday prayers so we head straight to the mosque. i get the chance to look around a little and feel the chillness. dare not to wonder to far...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as hubby is done we head straight to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04128.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 459px; HEIGHT: 306px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/DSC04128.jpg" width="597" height="464" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where we are going to stay for a couple of nights. looks not very promising. but for RM 50 per nite.. who can complaint? heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after checking in and settling down. we went out and check things out. we took a lot of pictures. here are my fav...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04060.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 497px; HEIGHT: 288px" border="0" alt="the view" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/DSC04060.jpg" width="413" height="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coolness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04049.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 489px; HEIGHT: 320px" border="0" alt="rare" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/DSC04049.jpg" width="427" height="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its very rare for him to smile like this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a map in our hands we start to drive around looking for things to do. i wanted to do some spa-ing. but none. no spa there. so i look forward to my original plan. to go for a picnic. and mandi air terjun. hehe. but to no avail we only found this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04077.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 231px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/DSC04077.jpg" width="527" height="530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the waterfall? huhu tarak jumpa! so hubby said lets try one of the trails. he wants to lepas gian hiking..huhu. so i pick one of the shorter and easier one. we dont know how easy its going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the next morning, after breakfast, we get ready and i make some packed lunch. we jalan2 to the other part of the hills...sightseeing looking at big huge banglows..then we head out to our picked trail.Kindersley trail. aku dah suspen nih..kot pengsan ke. larat ke mamat nih nak angkat aku..tskkk but it turns out to be easy peasy lemon squeezy. just 110m. aiyooo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so we check out the others. i figured out a way we could go through 2 trails and at the end of it, we could walk through town to our car parked behind the mosque. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04097.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 427px; HEIGHT: 327px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/DSC04097.jpg" width="507" height="474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was okay. pretty fun. then we get our lunch and get back to our room. that evening we went driving around again.. we head out to find this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04104.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 451px; HEIGHT: 292px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/DSC04104.jpg" width="525" height="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hubby was a little upset to know that petronas has its own bungalow but we had to stay at the uncared apartment. however when we found this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04105.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 449px; HEIGHT: 301px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/DSC04105.jpg" width="591" height="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said. its okay... i rather stay there than here.. dah le jauh... looks scary like rumah hantu.. yikes!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wonder how we goverment servant could stay in one of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04110.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 453px; HEIGHT: 280px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/DSC04110.jpg" width="597" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Rumah Persekutuan. mama said we could, just ask from Jab Perdana Menteri. Gorgeous big house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we went back to our apartment and mandi2. so we could pray at the mosque. then we went to the town to take some night photos. hehe.. it was very cold. and its clearly a popular place for honeymooners..=) ye lerr sejuk2 tuh baru syok nak peluk2 kan??? hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04141.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="night vision" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/DSC04141.jpg" width="468" height="384" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning, we had breakfast and we packed our things up.. get ready to head home. before that we took the last chance to take more photos to kill few more minutes before the gate for going down traffic is open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04151.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 280px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/DSC04151.jpg" width="425" height="481" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04151.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;looks like im pregnant.but itu hanyalah ilusi.. huhu blame the angin yang bertiup.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took the other way home through kuala kubu bharu and rawang.. and we found this on the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04191.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 457px; HEIGHT: 314px" border="0" alt="waterfall" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/DSC04191.jpg" width="539" height="543" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;air terjun yang tak seberapa. tapi cukup ler melepaskan gian aku nak celup kaki..huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully more trips as exciting as this will come. Cant wait for Sabah very soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-169464940238560810?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/169464940238560810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=169464940238560810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/169464940238560810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/169464940238560810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/habitat.html' title='habitat'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-7636081444764087842</id><published>2009-10-05T15:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:59:54.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend's Jeans</title><content type='html'>it was or still is? a trend in hollywood. i am not big on trends. many times i stick to what i like and what i have..which is not really much compare to my other girlfrens. *hoping mom would read this* hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i somehow was suck in to the boyfriend's jeans trend. yesterday. tho actually, boyfriend's jeans does not mean that you wear ur boyfriend's jeans but you actually buy YOUR OWN baggy jeans. its bigger baggy cut usually for men bring the name boyfriend's jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why buy your own when you can actually wear his.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going back to Kuantan yesterday but i did not bring any jeans. i thought i left one in KL but unfortunately i did not. korek punya korek. i found this Levis jeans. i belek belek...looks like mine. size also was mine.. [when i was in UK which translate to a smaller size..uhuk ] when i put it on.. i definately know its NOT mine. it doesnt look like mine. its hubby's. but it fits. so i ask his permission to pinjam. he said if muat pakai laa... hehe. it does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later when we are in the car.. i said to him.. "cantik la jeans nih.. bagi kat B je lahh. Ayang bukan pakai pun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was reluctant. like me, being in UK was the first time we could afford many things which one of it is Levi's Jeans. Mine all qualify to be ripped and worn for many years. but his look very brand new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He owns a few of nice looking pair. he wears it regularly when he was in UK due to the cold weather. Now back in Malaysia, he happily puts on his baggy three-quaters everywhere. Jeans was saved for functions, kenduri, and raya.. [satu cukup aaaa..hehehe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one i cilok from him, he bought it in order to go dating2 with me in London before i go back to Malaysia.. so the jeans qualify to be boyfriends jeans. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of wordrobe... many of my favourite pieces are no longer fit properly..huhu. BAD!!! i know.. something must be done. people always say that the fact that i am tall does not make me look fat. but i know i am. huhu.. at least im fatter than i should be. i now hitting my maximum limit of weight.. must bring it down.. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet doesnt do any good for me. i dont eat that much really. Looking at my eating habits you would be suprise i weigh this much! huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise? i bloody hate the SUN!! even the evening ones.. huhu. Padang Marjon tuh sangat la ku rindui.. isolated, equiped, serene, and gorgeous...huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to weigh 55kg and look bloody gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389052769343015250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SsnC8PiGiVI/AAAAAAAAALk/fJZ739mTT0A/s400/pisa.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisa, Italy July 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/Blog%20Stuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3096.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/Blog%20Stuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF3947.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/Blog%20Stuff/DSCF3947.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;22nd Birthday - amsterdam..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How did i gain weight? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Many reasons. i stop jogging after i injured my big toe when i was walking up the stairs. it was after the England game during the World Cup. huhu. it took about one month to baik like sedia kala.. then i went to Europe. still looking pretty. eat like a pig and jog for a day..hehe.. come back. stayed home cos no reason to go out... many reasons to be glued in front of my laptop..uhuks [chat blog etc] then this come... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/tribute/?action=view&amp;amp;current=061122_003004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/pr3ttych3rry/tribute/061122_003004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;took all my free time n social life... make me eat like a horse everyday.. and too tired to cook so we order. Charcoal Grill. Large Chicken Kebab with extra mayo. huhu. the rest is history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-7636081444764087842?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/7636081444764087842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=7636081444764087842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7636081444764087842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7636081444764087842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/boyfriends-jeans.html' title='Boyfriend&apos;s Jeans'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SsnC8PiGiVI/AAAAAAAAALk/fJZ739mTT0A/s72-c/pisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-211993666772727475</id><published>2009-09-27T17:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:37:08.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya 2009</title><content type='html'>everything was in a breeze. hubby ponteng kerja 45mins in order to beat the traffic. hehehe.. about 4pm + he was already on his way into my loving arms.. *uhuk* and he arrived about 6.30pm yipee yeah yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;saturday was busy as a bee. hehe. all the rendang n kuah kacang. berperang dengan adam pun ye jugak.. huhu.. the little gem doesnt require much attention cos he likes to play on his own. he is sooo absorb in his own world with bumblebee n optimus prime. huhu he is just a little demanding when its bed time.. kids. at buka puasa time.. he was crying.. and screaming 'Nak be-rina!!!!' which translate to 'nak air ribena.. ' hahahaha too much of a tongue twist for him i guess.. me as the sooo penyayang auntie.. buat kan air anggur in place of air be-rina. he was satisfied.. happy as a bumblebee again. Our little plan was postponed as right after Isya' it was raining heavily as heavy as it can be!!! huhu.. soooo sad!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday. Raya oredi!! yipeee!!! wake up early.. help mom to prepare2 a bit. makan n help hubby to get ready for raya prayers. took ages to actually get ready and make up. love my tudung to bits n pieces.. walaupun a bit susah untuk di pakai..maklum le first time lilit nih..hehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual on hari raya after prayers, we will have official salam raya. Mama usually give gift rather than duit raya. So i did the same. I bought body shop items for my mom, MIL and my SIL.. kaya ke kayap ntah..huhu.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;here is what happen before it starts while waiting for the pretty princess *moi* betulkan make up and tudung dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as u can see.. there is a pile of gifts on the chair * kerusi kawen ku*.. adam pick the one that was really meant for him. cheeky boy! and sesi bergambar bermula. mom actually ask a profesional cameraman to come n take pictures.. hehe. owh soooo posh!! cant wait for the pictures to come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386102512103199970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/Sr9Hsq3AFOI/AAAAAAAAALU/lblmM1PtbxA/s320/103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gorgeous pix wasnt it. look at the darling boy.. bergaya bukan main lagi.. Aja n Adik was behind the camera.. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at about noon. we all went back to Pekan.. all the siblings went to take pictures at the seaside under the scorching sun! it was hot! Rush back to Kuantan as we are having a mini kenduri ala open house.. huhu which includes BBQ. so had to marinate n all.. i was thinking to actually make some coleslaw but i dont even have the time. so many people came and all was happy n merry n gay! owh it was soooooo cool. all our food are sold out! come to the end of it.. we get to balas dendam. lama jugak le tahan sabar dengar jauh2 sayup berbunyi.. iskk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;eeeeeee.....BOOOOMMMM!! Fuyoooo.....! *clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeee BOOOM... BOOOOMMMMM * clap clap sambil lompat2* hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haaa mana tadi.. balas aaa!!!! takut aaa tuh.. aku punya cam KLCC pergghhh... hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the show was ok and agak lama la jugak.. ada la beberapa das.. next time i will leave the buying to my brothers. i stick to bunga api and all.. huhu. my pick tak best langsung. buat bazir duit aku jek.. setakat bunyi *kepeh..kepeh* tak mau laaaaaaa... iskk teringat plakkk main mercun kat UK dulu..huhu syok lerrr... kalau le aku ingat nama2 dia ek..buleh kot cari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monday.. wake up pretty late. went back to Lanchang. did nothing but sleep due to high heat of the afternoon sun. woke up and went raya-ing at Pak Long's house. then went back straight to Kuantan. Adam dah balik to Johore.. haih~~ dont know when i can picit that comel pretty face again.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tuesday.. get ready to go back to terengganu. its his turn to berhari raya with his side.. it took some 10 hours drive all the way to Kg Raja.. huhu.. malam baru sampai.. tido jek la terus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wednesday..dok layan orang datang rumah.. sampai lupa nak mandi.. heh. both of us. so no complaint there. huhuhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. went to KB for kenduri. how simple kenduri at this side of Malaysia.. it amazes me. due to the hot hot weather, on the way back i suffer a killer headache. had asked hubby to find me a refreshing air kelapa. i wanted to just buy it by the roadside.. but hubby insist of picking it straight from the pokok.. haih~~~ romantic le konon.. tapi di sebabkan terhidangnyer laksan yang sedap.. aku kira romantic le jugak.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And its already Friday.. went back to Kuantan. took a slow and relaxing journey back down the road by the seaside.. had kilos of keropok lekor and glasses of air kelapa.. yummmy!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday.. wake up late again! haha.. by noon, went out to run errands. then we get ready to masak2 bbq again.. had so much fun.. trying different things. had some *ka boom* leftovers.. so had a mini show.. hehe.. simpan for raya haji plakkk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday. oredi? tak puas lagi bermanja2..huhu.. nak balik dah? and because of the expected heavy traffic, he wanted go back earlier.. hati tak rela.. but if he caught in the traffic for hours i will blame myself and feel bad for dayssssss... bila hubby nak balik.. mula la sakit2.. nak demam la...selsema la.. sakit kepala la.....macam2 ada.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But overall Raya was FUN!! of course all good time flew like seaside breeze.. Hope its not too late to wish everyone a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Hari Raya Maaf Zahir Batin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386102519568342306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/Sr9HtGq1HSI/AAAAAAAAALc/IaLu78R2FfA/s320/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from us, with loads of Love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Redzuan and Yaqin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haih~ esok skul dah... tak best betul.. dah le revert to the old timetable. meaning i had to face 'them' again... really???? owh... *sob sob*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-211993666772727475?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/211993666772727475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=211993666772727475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/211993666772727475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/211993666772727475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-2009.html' title='Raya 2009'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/Sr9Hsq3AFOI/AAAAAAAAALU/lblmM1PtbxA/s72-c/103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-626936502953951529</id><published>2009-09-18T13:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:05:26.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My gorgeous creations!</title><content type='html'>Gorgeous creations.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all... Lemon n Cheese cookies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382690403075766674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SrMoZyM8OZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1S7Rc1lgotI/s320/DSC00222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In second place... Honey Cornflakes cookies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SrMoaTVshLI/AAAAAAAAALE/7SpGyav0SJ0/s1600-h/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382690411970856114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SrMoaTVshLI/AAAAAAAAALE/7SpGyav0SJ0/s320/DSC00226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last but not ever least:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Famouse forever sedap Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382690423846592018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SrMoa_lF3hI/AAAAAAAAALM/P7ey6ilyuAE/s320/DSC00231.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it only took almost 8 hours to complete. thanks to my tiny weenie oven!! heh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i was a little girl. we used to have this big and huge oven that can baked 4 dozens of cookies at one time. raya cookies baking is a breeze! we used to do pineapple tarts, almond london, conflakes madu, choc chips, chashew nut cookies, biskut suji etc etc.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now only 3 favourite cookies. the rest are all tunjuk2 cookies hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aja n Kak Fiza are here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joe Kak Yan and My darling Boy Adam arehere too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby still in the office.. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-626936502953951529?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/626936502953951529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=626936502953951529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/626936502953951529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/626936502953951529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-gorgeous-creations.html' title='My gorgeous creations!'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SrMoZyM8OZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1S7Rc1lgotI/s72-c/DSC00222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-4983719035090739371</id><published>2009-09-13T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:24:32.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dutiful</title><content type='html'>although its almost 11 months now that i am a wife, i never really be a full time wife not even during the school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, i am looking forward to be one. although if one ever know who i really am, ie has live with me over a period of time should know how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;bloody lazy i am&lt;/span&gt;. hehehe and how i bloody love to sepah2 barang. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am easily upset with unfamilliar environment. so i like the way they are. i like minimal change. that explain why i rarely change the layout of my room (s). and of course my definition of &lt;strong&gt;kemas &lt;/strong&gt;is totally not mainstream. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how am i going to cope with all the housework. masak, basuh kain, basuh pinggan, kemas rumah, kemas katil, lipat selimut, gosok baju, etc etc... huhu aiyok mampukah aku?? hubby is his mom's baby ie youngest child. so more or less manja nyer lebey... ~~tapi aku tetap lebih manja yek.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must train him to help me doing all the stuff i dont like. ie jemur kain and lipat kain.. wohoohooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;now really looking forward to own a house. huhu.. friends has been asking if me+hubby nak wat open house this raya.. i would just answer.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"kita takdak rumah... kreta ada la..open car buleh?" sambil wat muka seposen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"pergh ala2 car-boot laaa.." heh.. ada plakk makhluk Allah nih.. aku sekeh baru tau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so nowadays, whenever we drive around in KL, instead of paying attention to hubby, my eyes wander looking for our future crib. pantang nampak papan tanda. hehe.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its an endless n tiring process. but i must learn to be patient. the time will come when i can handle the responsibilities n pressure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my wiken jalan2 was fun n sad in different ways. will blog about it soon. ~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-4983719035090739371?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/4983719035090739371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=4983719035090739371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/4983719035090739371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/4983719035090739371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/09/dutiful.html' title='dutiful'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-1897419184375588198</id><published>2009-09-09T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:03:58.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old stuff~~</title><content type='html'>just want to keep this in mind. found it in my inbox while searching for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahad, 22 April 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke hadapan dindaku yang dikasihi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan perutusan elektronik ini kanda lampirkan tugasan kanda. kanda harap dapatlah adinda memeriksa mana2 yang patut. Kanda tak sabar untuk pulnag menemui adindaku yang sangat, .... ,sangat dichintai. sekian. wasalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang merinduimu ,&lt;br /&gt;Redzuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he can be very funny n cute at times. haih~~ im in love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-1897419184375588198?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/1897419184375588198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=1897419184375588198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1897419184375588198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1897419184375588198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-stuff.html' title='old stuff~~'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-7173615985185838596</id><published>2009-09-08T19:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:17:15.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laychee Kang Panas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;biasa la.. bila dah bergelar isteri, maka akan berusahalah menyediakan juadah kegemaran suami.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;betul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya juga begitu walaupun saya ada sedikit angin hanya suka masak yang saya suka makan.. wakakaka... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;namun begitu hubby sangat la suka laychee kang panas. saya suka yang sejuk =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sudah 2 kali kami ke penang wat trip makan2, 2 kali itu juga kami makan di satu tempat itu - nama sudah lupa, meaning kena pegi lagi very soon - untuk menikmati makanan kegemaran saya iaitu pasembor.. yummmmmyyyy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;setiap dua kali itu juga suami saya akan mengorder laychee kang panas.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'sangat sedap katanyerrr. teramatla sedap... sehingga yang paling sedap sekali kat Malaysia nih.. ' begitulah kesedapannyer.. kata dia la..saya rasa normal je. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maka sempena bulan puasa ini, banyaklah di jual air laychee kang di pasar2 ramadhan. maka tatkala hubby berbuka bersama saya.. air itu akan terhidanglah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'sedap tak?' saya tanya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'sedap yang kat penang lagi' dia kata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;owh baiklah.. dia suka yang tu juga..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi dia tak tau... saya punya plan B. akan ku tuntut ilmu membuat air laychee kang panas sehingga menjadi kegilaan suamiku hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dia takkan ingat dah laychee kang mamak penang tuh lagi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bahan2 membuat laychee kang panas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*boleh dibeli di kedai ubat cina. alos yang jual ginseng2 tuh..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379064702185904722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SqZG2N2iGlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PTmvUrlahOM/s320/DSC00199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cara2 memasaknya (di import dari internet) :&lt;br /&gt;Rebus kurma merah, cendawan putih dan barli hingga empuk.&lt;br /&gt;Bila empuk masukkan gula batu mengikut rasa dan halwa kundur.&lt;br /&gt;boleh tambah air jika air dah berkurangan dan rasa agak manis.&lt;br /&gt;Sementara tu rendam kembang semangkuk dalam air panas hingga kembang.&lt;br /&gt;rendam juga biji selasih dalam air panas/sejuk.&lt;br /&gt;Angkat rebusan kurma dan masukkan kembang semangkuk yang telah kembang di dalam mangkuk (hehehehe) serta biji selasih.&lt;br /&gt;kalau nak tambah lagi bahan2nya, boleh masukkan laici dalam tin atau nata de coco.&lt;br /&gt;Ada orang suka bubuh kacang goreng ke kismis ke, ikut kreativiti masing2 lah&lt;br /&gt;Sedap diminum suam2 dan amat menyegarkan badan setelah meminumnya....&lt;br /&gt;Silalah cuba lebih2 lagi untuk bulan puasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bahan asas cuma RM5sepeket - kat kedai cina yang aku beli tuh le. kat Giant pun ada juga. owh buleh di tambah pelbagai aksesori (buah kembang semangkuk, snow fungus, kacang, halwa kundur, red dates, cincau, etc etc ) lain mengikut selera..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nanti bila dah jadi laychee kang cap pr3ttych3rry akan ku uploadkan di sini.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;buat sementara itu.. nikmati la my latest creation : cupcake oren &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379068523297222514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SqZKUomdr3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/uYPnHdm5QnU/s320/DSC00188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;comey macam aku kan?? hehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-7173615985185838596?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/7173615985185838596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=7173615985185838596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7173615985185838596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7173615985185838596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/09/laychee-kang-panas.html' title='Laychee Kang Panas'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SqZG2N2iGlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PTmvUrlahOM/s72-c/DSC00199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-2470348378015488776</id><published>2009-08-28T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:24:22.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have got a feeling.</title><content type='html'>u know that song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have got a feeling&lt;br /&gt;that tonite is going to be a good good nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well u see, every thursday, i will drive my sister to her tution class before i go to mine. during the short ride, we will listen to our fav radio channel which always plays this song. week after week it keeps on playing the song while we are on our way to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it gets up to my nerves. seriusly they play it way toooooo often till it irritates me to the max. please la...now it stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even hubby now like to sing it which he did to irritate me.. he loves doing it all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need my life back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-2470348378015488776?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/2470348378015488776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=2470348378015488776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2470348378015488776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2470348378015488776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-got-feeling.html' title='i have got a feeling.'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-3893265036088848406</id><published>2009-08-27T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:38:48.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>past present and future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ok past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been reading a few bride-to-be blog. they write about all their preparation and steps in making their dream wedding. how i wish i had done that. unfortunately i was deep in the jungle when all that happen. haih.. those were the past.. still i had an awesome wedding. i love every part of it.. except the part i didnt have my baju kawen till 10days before the actual wedding! hahaha.. still those were memorable. Tho i didnt hire any big names like those brides to be im still proud of my wedding and im happy about it.. just a little sad i didnt get to mortalised it here in my darling blog... but i manage to squeeze in a review. click &lt;a href="http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/04/every-bits-and-pieces.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to read more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;present..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year will be the first time puasa and raya as a wife. agak berdebar juga. but so far so good. hubby just want to eat cereal for sahur. *Alhamdullilah* Semoga ia berkekalan selama lamanya.. hahaha...as for buka puasa. he didnt request for anything. he just happily sumbat anything his mommy cook! i just tolong2 sibuk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374525518932188146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SpYme-g5m_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/beEx89Dz1xQ/s320/DSC00166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, we went buka puasa at KLCC. at Dome's to be exact. i had club sandwich ~super delish~ while hubby had chicken n mushroom pie. sory no pixes of food. bloody hungry and tired from shopping2 around the mall. i went out about 3pm. wish i get out earlier cos i didnt get to shop that much =( i couldnt do any shopping with anyone else but Julie.. [Jules...jom shopping raya!] But i teman hubby to buy books at kino cos now he is an avid reader *eyes rolling*. hubby also beli baju kerja n we spot half price three-quaters shorts. n hubby bought it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i manage to spend RM160+ at my current favourite skin care range. &lt;a href="http://eng.theskinfood.com/"&gt;The Skin Food&lt;/a&gt;. i started to buy them around June 08 that was when i ran out my clinique DDMG. since then im hooked! i bought alot already..now using the 3rd bottle of my moisturiser. they have loyalty card. 1 stamp for each RM20. but so far i havent redeemed anything. collectively i could have redeemed the highest tier. but bcos i bought my supply from different outlet, i now own 3 loyalty card. Looking forward to get more stuff...the food for the skin.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374525527511034658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SpYmfeeQayI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3y748-tN998/s320/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;latest addition plus currently owned.. more at home in Kuantan =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374525535376333586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SpYmf7xfWxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZzSkaA6HOik/s320/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;2 out 3 loyalty cards. enterframe: my latest lip gloss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;unfortunately in order to get most of it.. try to buy from the same outlet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im torn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i have been looking forward to actually b a full time 24/7 wife as oppose to my current title as wiken wife. tho most likely we will be staying at my in-laws place for a while till we get our own place, i dont really mind. at least i can skip the i-hate-this-part that i had to go thru most week. and i might get to see more of Julie rather than just once in every 2 months. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in order to do all that i have to request to be transfered to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i kind of like my school now. i actually enjoy teaching my kids. i like the teachers n im getting used to everything. transfering to KL doesnt just mean i had to leave all that..but i dont really fancy the idea of going to a school i might not like, like i the one i had last time. while i may not have to teach how to spell apple for the whole week or cry myself to sleep for the first month, the amount of work potrayed by Julie is scaring me.. or the teachers. i might not like them as much i like mine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im too scared to actually mention this to hubby. =( takut dia kecik ati.. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i could say this post is a tribute to Julie =p hahahaha... Jom Shopping oi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-3893265036088848406?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/3893265036088848406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=3893265036088848406' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3893265036088848406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3893265036088848406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/08/past-present-and-future.html' title='past present and future'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SpYme-g5m_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/beEx89Dz1xQ/s72-c/DSC00166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-3463113974713775980</id><published>2009-08-14T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:49:57.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies...</title><content type='html'>a couple of days ago a close friend of mine gave birth to a baby girl. she is the first person i made friends with on the first day in IPBA. it was loooooooooooooong ago. 7 years to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we become friends and have fun.. eventually flew to dreamland together. have so much more fun and grew up together. flew back to homeland. still have fun together. venture to adulthood and working world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we have found our other half. get married. and she is now a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment i get the news. i never thought that is how im going to feel. its a mixed feeling. im happy excited scared and everything in between. i told my colleague and she just said.. ' tu baru anak orang.. belum anak sendiri' and they keep on feeding me with more stories.. [side tracked]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole point is.. it seems yesterday, only yesterday we berguling2 kat padang while watching the clouds. or star gazing. we even hand in our [then other half] Mr. D together. fun wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey.. motherhood will be packed with different kind of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. im still holding on to my fond memories back in the dreamland. i refuse to let it be gone from my heart. perhaps that is why i think time flew tooo fast... way too fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby balik lambat today T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-3463113974713775980?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/3463113974713775980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=3463113974713775980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3463113974713775980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3463113974713775980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-flies.html' title='time flies...'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-1670242776324259248</id><published>2009-08-03T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:23:55.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>colourful weekend~</title><content type='html'>i went back to KL last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, adik's school tutup cos of the H1N1 case. so i dont have to drive all the way thru town and pick her up for a week! yipee.. so far, she shows no sign of getting sick.. makin sihat dok rumah makan sedap adalerr...~~~ So i get on the bus at 3.30pm. hubby promise to balik on time so he can pick me up..since he is bloody busy, i decided not to kacau him till 5pm. just texting him telling where i am. not expecting any reply just want him to balik on time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30pm he is still in the office. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm still in the office. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.40pm just getting out of the office. and the journey will take about an hour. *marah oredi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.00pm i arrived in Gombak. mama pick me up. *super mad at him oredi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went straight up to our room to freshen up. i saw my birthday card on the bed. written with gorgeous thoughtful words *sedikit sejuk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.40pm hubby arrived home *i am not talking to u heh... * so he had to pujuk me. kesian jugak.. not that he wanted to get back home late. but he was stucked with some work. so turun la jugak with him.. tapi hati masih sakit....huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hubby brought home a cake.. my birthday cake. *sedikit okey*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake is yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner. then lepak2 while tgk tv with him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up to the room. felt really tired. baring2.. and fell asleep like a baby till morning. tak sedar apa pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, we spring clean the room.. as usual i will scrub the toilet till it sparkles and u can see ur reflection! and hubby will be tak sabar to rasmi his newly squeky cleaned toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started as tak sengaja.. one time as soon as i finished cleaning it up.. he shoo-d me out and do his business.. and i bang-ed on the door asking him to do his business somewhere else.. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was laughing. loudly... and now he always do that.. he even teased me asking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'B tak siap lagi ke? Kalau tak siap lagi.. ayang leh tunggu.. ' with his notty face. keji kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; last tuesday, me n my sis caught high fever. now both of us batuk2. papa was just warded on sunday till yesterday. mama went back to KL with hubby last sunday. and this week she had to take taxi to and back from HKL. =(  hopefully things will get better this weekend. 10days to go to puasa.. i didnt get to warm-up! huhuhu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-1670242776324259248?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/1670242776324259248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=1670242776324259248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1670242776324259248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1670242776324259248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/08/colourful-weekend.html' title='colourful weekend~'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-1911225098515471291</id><published>2009-07-29T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:42:06.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday present.</title><content type='html'>hmmm...lets see yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have girlfrens wishing me happy birthday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get pressies from mom and my kiddies. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a happy day overall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont get a gorgeous cokelat cake like i used last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some of the most gorgeous birthdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-birthday-cake.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-22nd-in-amsterdam.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-had-greatest-time-ever.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ones i had when i was surrounded by gorgeous friends.. to be honest my 22nd was the best! i celebrate it in Amsterdam and had a series of birthday celebrations with lots of people at different times. =) all the way till 1st of september. [still remember it was the first date with now hubby..hahaha.. went picnic in St James garden... bloody romantic ok? *blush* ] haih ~~~it was gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year, i 'curi' sudi's wedding cake as my birthday cake.. sedih wasn't it? but hey.. at least i remembered your anniversary.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this year was even more sad.. i don't even have a cake.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont even get a kiss from hubby.. had to wait till the weekend.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least im meeting the girls this weekend! yippeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this emotion makes me craving for something delicious..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-1911225098515471291?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/1911225098515471291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=1911225098515471291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1911225098515471291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1911225098515471291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-birthday-present.html' title='my birthday present.'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-8157800554319761532</id><published>2009-07-24T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:46:04.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little reminder..</title><content type='html'>The flu has spread to Kuantan. So here is some reminder to all friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good investment now is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hand Sanitizer&lt;/span&gt; that u can get from drug store. It is bloody cheap. About RM 3 per small bottle that u can carry around in ur handbag and pocket. You can also carry around the wet wipes to sanitize things you touch. its cheap too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Mask.&lt;/span&gt; also bloody cheap. about RM 1 each. available in drug store too..&lt;br /&gt;[P/s = drug store in Malaysia are Watson and Guardian among others.. hehe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for less than RM5 u can help save urself and others. Please be responsible. Here is wat i found over the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The H1N1 Swine Flu can only really be confirmed with an actual lab test.  And, there isn’t a 100% tell tale sign in the form that you have novel h1n1 influenza.  It would be nice if your skin turned bright pink or you started oinking uncontrollably.  If only we were that lucky.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not close to 100%, but there is one sign that hints that an adult might have the swine flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diarrhea and Vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adults don’t normally have diarrhea with the flu.  That is usually only common with kids.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise Swine Flu has the same symptoms as regular flu including:&lt;br /&gt;Fever&lt;br /&gt;Sore Throat&lt;br /&gt;Nasal&lt;br /&gt;Cough&lt;br /&gt;Respiratory Problems&lt;br /&gt;Body Aches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, having Diarrhea and Vomiting is only an indicator.   You can still have the h1n1 swine flu without these symptoms.  And that also holds true for the other way around.  You still might just have the regular seasonal flu accompanied with diarrhea and vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Only a lab test will confirm h1n1 flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also remember &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this doesn’t include children.&lt;/span&gt;  It’s not uncommon for children to have the all the swine flu type symptoms with the regular flu.  And with kids it’s better to be safe then sorry, so take them to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the swine flu on the rise in the US and an outbreak appears to be unavoidable. You can do a lot to protect yourself and your loved ones from the swine flu. Imagine pushing shopping cart around the store. You touch it then you eat or if your a smoke your fingers touch the filter that touches your lips. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sanitize those shopping carts before your use&lt;/span&gt; them with wipes that are now provided at most stores. When you leave the store wash your hands or &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;use waterless alcohol sanitizer.&lt;/span&gt; Just think about the money you touched too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just think its better be safe than sorry. if everyone is playing their part. be responsible and not be selfish, things will get better. Eat well, take care, be aware. Avoid crowds and don't get too close with alot of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah protects us all and this will go away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-8157800554319761532?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/8157800554319761532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=8157800554319761532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/8157800554319761532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/8157800554319761532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-reminder.html' title='a little reminder..'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-120571387654901026</id><published>2009-07-21T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:40:25.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something to ponder</title><content type='html'>this is a song lyrics. enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood by you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to&lt;br /&gt;and if i knew&lt;br /&gt;I'd go away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like you&lt;br /&gt;I don't backstab&lt;br /&gt;My dear, u shud be better than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I never called and you did&lt;br /&gt;and you know you don't really have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to come around you&lt;br /&gt;all u really gave back was hatred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave u my all back then&lt;br /&gt;whenever u needed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur lies cut through my skin&lt;br /&gt;whenever i reach for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-120571387654901026?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/120571387654901026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=120571387654901026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/120571387654901026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/120571387654901026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-to-ponder.html' title='something to ponder'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-7978606628732151640</id><published>2009-07-21T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:42:17.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>ok. first of all, i am bloody busy and had a killer headache last week.. thus explain [or an excuse] for a no show last week! haha... tho i had tonnes of ideas to blog about... maybe later today.. nway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, is the best day for you to weigh ur self cos u will be slightly lighter due to the eclipse.. heh.. =) proof??? click here &lt;a href="http://www.newkerala.com/nkfullnews-1-76441.htmlEarth"&gt;Earth's gravity may drop slightly on July 22 during total solar eclipse&lt;/a&gt; if im wrong dont blame me eh...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throw ur weighing scale to the dumpster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on leave on the 13th of July.. had to go to IPBA for some unfinished business. i didnt make any appointment as instructed by hubby due to the nature of my infamous procrastination .. thus berdebar if i won't be able to settle all the business there. my debaran had doubled up due to the registration of the new kids in town.. haha.. which programme or what cohort i didnt bother to ask. way toooo berdebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im able to get all things done just a tiny bit more than an hour. which give me a huge relief!!! and i am off to our used to be 2nd home, Midvalley Megamall. for a little shopping spree... i spend almost RM300.. hubby bought a shoe for RM170. which is quite good for him as he played games on his phone while im struglling in the changing room. heh. thats why i rather shop with Julie! ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the highlight of my long weekend is on Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 8 am we head to Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf in Jalan Ampang for breakie.. almost prefect if they had the sunday paper..or i brought one along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 10am, we head back home and surf the internet. bought tickets to Sabah for our little gateway at the end of the year!!! yippeeeee...!!! what a gorgeous day.. and its not even noon yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 2pm, mandi.. [punya la bnyk aktiviti..mandi pon blom..hehehe] pray, lunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 3pm head to Damansara.. went to Giant, Kanda's house lepak2 main ngan budak2 then kacau Elvira kaler2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 6.30pm went for dinner at JCM.. one day.. the girls must eat there! the Marmite Chicken is to die for i tell you!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 7.30 rushed to Cineleisure... haha sudah lambat for pick up our booked ticket. watch Transformer finally!!!! it was okay. hubby loves it but i think its just okay. funny tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about midnite went back home.. too bad we did not bring our house key.. hubby wanted to bawak me jalan2 midnite dating but because we did not have the house key so we had to head home... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..but it was a great day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats all.. total randomness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-7978606628732151640?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/7978606628732151640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=7978606628732151640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7978606628732151640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7978606628732151640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/07/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-7878417729518345762</id><published>2009-07-17T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:20:59.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first time..</title><content type='html'>well to begin with, this isnt my first time i blog about my first time.. but i will always blog about my first time in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am married for almost 9 months now. and yet its the first time i did it. scroll down for details. for the faint of heart please leave now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i get u glued on now? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wish people....its not even remotely close. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, is the first time i cook a full western/english meal for hubby. so for dinner tonite we shall have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oven baked fish with tomato and cheese sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gorgeous homemade coleslaw- i make the best coleslaw. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wedges and french fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope the fish is alright. its cooked. but i dont dare to try it yet..hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-7878417729518345762?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/7878417729518345762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=7878417729518345762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7878417729518345762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7878417729518345762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-time.html' title='My first time..'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-6980829114737706564</id><published>2009-07-08T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:08:41.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>400th post.</title><content type='html'>i used to waste my &lt;a href="http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-200th-post.html"&gt;200th post&lt;/a&gt;. and i didnt even realised the previous entree was the 400th! wow.. how cool is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;petang2 cam ni.. otak jam le. takleh pk. (@_@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while searching the archive for my 200th post.. i found this &lt;a href="http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2007/04/from-plymouth-to-london-to-kl.html"&gt;Previous Wish List &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;lancome mascara&lt;/strike&gt;  just finished it a couple of months ago. now using DIOR! loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;biotherm pore refiner&lt;/strike&gt;  finished it looooooong ago.. now using something cheaper and better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;clinique happy in bloom&lt;/strike&gt; still using it and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as u see, im still in love with this bag. proof? last year, while i was shopping in Pavillion.. i beg [atm not-yet] hubby to have a peak at the bag. its gorgeous!!! but its like RM 7000...even after less its still cost thousands.. when will i get this bag!!!!????? it will remain one of my wish list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in love with you.....tralalalalala....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-6980829114737706564?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/6980829114737706564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=6980829114737706564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6980829114737706564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6980829114737706564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/07/400th-post.html' title='400th post.'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-7274985174366140130</id><published>2009-07-06T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:52:08.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 thousands things..</title><content type='html'>oh yesh.. too many things too little time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot to tell but nothing to blog. sooo cliche'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets prioritise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work related. the usual stuff. plus folio a and folio b and for the final and  last time please get rid of the students file that has been sitting on ur desk since iced age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok socially, at the moment. i dont have a social life. period. but that will soon to change as Julie our party/event/ everything planner has plan a soon to be gorgeous dinner!! which is going to burn a huge hole in my poket too... =(  but for the girls sake. takpe la babe.. for the next 3 weeks aku puasa le.. huhu..which reminds me i havent got anything purple to wear!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my KL wiken trip. im going to be on leave this 13th of July. yipeeeee!!! im going to KL and settle my unsettled business with ipba. mainly 3 things. my Kissim and BTN cert. My Agreement. and handing in my letter of consent so my Mr D will be able to be viewed and being the most perfect example on how not to do ur dissertation. i hope to inject some shopping as well. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to cut my hair. short. i actually love to keep my hair long. but its such a mess. my baby fine hair demand a lot of attention. so i just want keep it short. plus it will dry quicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day when i bought some stuff. my last guilty pleasure. only after that i realise that i need to buy my moisturiser, my skin essence, my make up base and my facial wash. the very cleaver of me. huhu.. and i shall learn that i dont need a RM 40 shower cream! Guardian has it for RM 10 jekkkkk... huhuhu... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to make me feel even crappier.. last nite i read in CLEO, stress makes us release a hormone called cortisol which encourage us to retain belly fat. and stress makes me want to eat delish food. there goes the reason why i need to have a blissful life i had sometime long ago... and i shall remain unstressed for the rest of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la enough crapping. shall continue to type my students worksheet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-7274985174366140130?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/7274985174366140130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=7274985174366140130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7274985174366140130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7274985174366140130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-thousands-things.html' title='10 thousands things..'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-2610798149409580807</id><published>2009-07-04T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:25:29.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've sworn not to jeopardize my present just because I have an ugly past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny tho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-2610798149409580807?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/2610798149409580807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=2610798149409580807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2610798149409580807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2610798149409580807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-of-day.html' title='quote of the day'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-5916979597440332961</id><published>2009-06-29T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:34:35.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>out with the old and in with the new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend or rather 2 days ago.. me n hubby bought new phones. i put an s because we bought 2. one for him and one for me! his is black...mine is white.. whitish really. huhu. oh we just bought simple phones. nothing fancy or pricy.. just rm 500 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what i miss of my 'extremly canggih phone' the one with 5G and no lights no more..haha.. is it has this feature of speaking clock... Every morning my alarm goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its time to wake up. The time is 5.45 am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it literary says it.. and if i snooze the clock... it will keep on saying the time.. gorgeous isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;hubby loves it.. because he can track the time when he is showering in the morning. so he knows he should not spend to much time on the throne every morning.. hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih.. the reason we bought new phones is because we had ours for a very long time. he has been using his for 3 years now.. the age of our friendship.. while i have been using mine since i was trapped deep in the jungle. that i swear i would get rid of it as soon as i get out from the jungle. and we want to make use the free video calls we are entitled to all this while. and when we could not be with each other everyday... at least i can see his face everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while everything is working well... something has to spoil it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3g coverage at his home is minimal... crap la..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-5916979597440332961?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/5916979597440332961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=5916979597440332961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5916979597440332961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5916979597440332961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-5571194338241107944</id><published>2009-06-24T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:17:59.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bite me..</title><content type='html'>i have blog about how i wish i could blog like i used to. well i could but i couldnt. because before, i used to just drop everything and blog [DEAB..] now i cant. i do make the effort to get inspiration to blog daily. but when u have to juggle between teaching year 1 and year 3, registering new kid in class, another one transfering, finalising the kids marks, prepare the record book, and writing Nota Minta to the PPD..blogging has to take a back seat. how sad.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its mid week. and my craziness has almost come to the edge... crazy doodle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh just bite me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-5571194338241107944?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/5571194338241107944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=5571194338241107944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5571194338241107944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5571194338241107944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/06/bite-me.html' title='bite me..'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-6526087967535047803</id><published>2009-06-22T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:17:55.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat an idiot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;here is the list of idiots today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;first of all the person in charge for posting out my credit card bills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been using a credit card since im 19. and i am damn good at it.. haha.. getting better by the months.. okay enuf bout me. about mid month its time to pay the bills. since its not yet pay day. the very good me save some money to clear the bill. however the idiot always post the bill late. for example. Tarikh akhir penyata is 26th May [meaning that any buying after the date is on the next bill...weehheeee...] Tarikh Akhir Bayaran: 15th June [you swipe...you pay...=( ] BUT... tarikh terima bill: 18th June &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAT THE HECK!???? and now im going to be charge of late payment...demmit la..easy eh for them to make some quick buck... idiot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second idiot: the person who double park in a limited parking area..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;plain stupid.. i just park behind the car. you dont care. i dont care either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...actually sapa suruh kuar lambat. kan dah takde parking. padan muka! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;third idiot: the driver who cut in front of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;luckily i can act on impulse. heh. langgar bontot baru tau.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the car was in front of me. when we turn right to get into the parking area of East Coast Mall i stay on the rightest lane cos he in the middle lane. and there is no other car in all 3 lanes... but he has to quickly cut in front of me at the last second. gilo apo??? kalau aku laju tadi camne? heh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the forth idiot is Yours truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she has to spend RM 250 when she can save that money for her August treat with her gorgeous girlfrens.. She is BLOODY STUPID! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's guilty pleasure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350124598752838978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/Sj91-fS-BUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/V3gN5dGHOok/s400/IMG_1547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gorgeous isnt it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-6526087967535047803?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/6526087967535047803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=6526087967535047803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6526087967535047803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6526087967535047803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/06/wat-idiot.html' title='wat an idiot...'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/Sj91-fS-BUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/V3gN5dGHOok/s72-c/IMG_1547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-3426734401863362093</id><published>2009-06-16T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:09:41.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>latest craving</title><content type='html'>im craving for a deeper conversation. so here is my latest fav song pick. thanks to my so-not-lil-sis for introducing Yuna to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuna Deeper Conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your favourite colour blue?&lt;br /&gt;Do you always tell the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in outerspace?&lt;br /&gt;And im learning you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your skin as tanned as mine?&lt;br /&gt;Does your hair flow sideways?&lt;br /&gt;Did someone took a portion of your heart?&lt;br /&gt;And im learning you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you dont mind&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me&lt;br /&gt;All your hopes and fears&lt;br /&gt;and Everything that you believe in&lt;br /&gt;Would you make a difference in the world&lt;br /&gt;I'd love for you to take me to a deeper conversation&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let my guard down for you&lt;br /&gt;And in time you will too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you dont mind&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me&lt;br /&gt;All your hopes and fears&lt;br /&gt;and Everything that you believe in&lt;br /&gt;Would you make a difference in the world&lt;br /&gt;I'd love for you to take me to a deeper conversation&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you dont mind&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me&lt;br /&gt;All your hopes and fears&lt;br /&gt;and Everything that you believe in&lt;br /&gt;Would you make a difference in the world&lt;br /&gt;I'd love for you to take me to a deeper conversation&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4x&lt;br /&gt;Deeper Conversation&lt;br /&gt;let me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other Yuna songs that i crave for are Rocket, Greek Goddes, Cinta Sempurna among others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when can we indulge into our own deeper conversation....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-3426734401863362093?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/3426734401863362093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=3426734401863362093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3426734401863362093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3426734401863362093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/06/latest-craving.html' title='latest craving'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-6517519901723081079</id><published>2009-06-11T07:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:15:11.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kucing-nitarian</title><content type='html'>as in humanitarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 31st may 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had just arrived in my in laws from kuantan. it was raining so hard. and i was about to have my shower when i heard kittens voices. takut the kitten jatuh dlm longkang or something. so i opened the back balcony door. and saw the cutest thing. kesian sangat..so small, wet and shivering. i quickly call hubby. he said 'biar je lah...' heh? biar je..? so i buat muka kesian kat hubby and so he said..'pegi mandi, ayang cari kotak kat bwh...' hehehe...that is more like it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after shower, i found hubby with a box. in the box, ada alas surat khabar lama. ada kain tuala kecik yg lama, [aku imagine anak kucing tuh pegang towel tuh kering kan badan dia] some tissue and -im saving the best last..- a bola pingpong...'mana la tau anak kucing tuh nak main ke...' he said. comel la plakk dia nih kan.. hhuhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really fancy cats. i dont touch them nor do i play with them...but when the creature looks like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346375860086328642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SjIkhLgrTUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-q7iPy8P1as/s320/random+205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346375855641528754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SjIkg689CbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4ps4HrjxkqY/s320/random+223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;you cant help it but being kind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bundle of joy...for now...=p&lt;br /&gt;the fives... [im really bad with names...] blackie, snowy, ash, abu and cokelat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346375861713985058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SjIkhRkvXiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/G2WmJQdG0a4/s320/random+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so my days are spent watching the five kittens play and berebut nak minum susu..hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soooo blooody comel la.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346377665243154402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SjImKQPmh-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xRwwt0iyQH0/s320/random+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hence i have not yet abis menanda kertas..huhu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346379659259309218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SjIn-UiGbKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UCRvmPJK6vA/s320/load+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;thanks to my mother in law for lending the gojes bakul so the load doesnt seem so scary... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-6517519901723081079?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/6517519901723081079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=6517519901723081079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6517519901723081079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6517519901723081079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/06/kucing-nitarian.html' title='kucing-nitarian'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SjIkhLgrTUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-q7iPy8P1as/s72-c/random+205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-8678411232418608440</id><published>2009-05-30T12:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:23:08.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mummies to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;here is something for u to look forward...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341467685336070738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SiC0jzuvOlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/GzdrTv-kucQ/s400/are+these+cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh cant wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-8678411232418608440?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/8678411232418608440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=8678411232418608440' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/8678411232418608440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/8678411232418608440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/05/mummies-to-be.html' title='mummies to be...'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SiC0jzuvOlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/GzdrTv-kucQ/s72-c/are+these+cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-3613236171995938743</id><published>2009-05-29T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:56:18.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hidden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="quiztitle" href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;--&gt; Yaqin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are Wild and Outrageous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality.People see you as a complete enigma, and only you truly understand who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend most of your time introspecting and seeking truth.You're a very interesting person... but not many people know you enough to realize it.You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.You also have a very active imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often get carried away with your thoughts.You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of it is quite true...hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-3613236171995938743?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/3613236171995938743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=3613236171995938743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3613236171995938743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3613236171995938743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/05/hidden.html' title='hidden'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-2287427660981130600</id><published>2009-05-28T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:12:47.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama minggu ini.</title><content type='html'>school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final day of the pksr 2. yipee for the kids and grunting with the teachers. i have never ever seen a pile this high to be marked!!! OMG! im drowned. discourage by the look of it. haiihhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, this is what u said God's will. i was not supposed to have a slot with my class today. but i think i would rather be with them for 90mins than being with students i dont even know. so i asked to exchange with a teacher who is supposed to be baby sitting them. they are sitting for Seni paper. God knows how i cant draw. but i can colour pretty nicely. (*_*) so i joined the fun. gambar winnie the pooh jah pun...=P anyway, while i was colouring. drama drama. 2 girls came up to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najwa: Miss YaQin Nureen jumpa ni kat atas meja Auni Afiqah..&lt;br /&gt;...miss yaqin &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yang irritated sbb budak2 ni kacau dia tgh syok mengaler&lt;/span&gt; pun amik la kertas tuh. potong stim betul la budak2 nih..&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yaqin: ok. nanti Miss Yaqin tanya ngan Auni. Pergi duduk and wat kerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... on the paper was written 'kertas ni Auni Afiqah. Nureen kalau awak tak nak kawan saya, saya tumbuk mata awak... saya bunuh awak masuk neraka kubur...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yaqin yang masih irritated pun panggil Auni...' Auni Afiqah... mari sini kejap...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yaqin: showing the paper... and asking nicely...Auni ke yang tulis nih? kenapa Auni tulis cam ni?&lt;br /&gt;Auni: bukan saya tulis... Bisyrul yang tulis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yaqin: kenapa Bisyrul tulis macam nih?&lt;br /&gt;Auni geleng kepala. in my heart, at a glance i know it was not Auni's handwritting. i put on alot of weight on nice handwritting so i know who have problem with their handwritting. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;walaupun cikgu dia nyer tulisan lawa sket jek dari cakar ayam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immediately i get up to check on Bisyrul. i compare some significant letters. i was obvious it was written by him. but being kids of course he denied. so i just warned him and the rest not to do such things ever again. i leave it at that. and the paper was gone no where to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little did i know that Nureen has history of being bullied, and she is the only child and suffering some heart failure. So the mother took it such a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother called one of the teacher. Kak Jun inform me about Nureen's condition. but i refuse to do anything as the kids are already gone back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the first 2 period was English. when i came in. i saw a few empty seats. one of it belongs to Nureen. I was just about to talk to the students about it when the mother came. we had to talk in front of the students. the mother said Nureen had bad dreams last nite about it. she even said that the person who wrote such things have inner problems and wanted to meet the students parents and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt make Bisyrul to confess. i dont know what else to do. then their former class teacher who is teaching them Maths came for her lesson. i dont know what she did or how she did it. But Bisyrul confess saying that he wrote it. because Nureen and Batrisyia always calling him names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there u go drama minggu ini. tomorrow. i hope final episod. either the mother malu because her child is doing such thing. or couldnt accept it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is. apada budak2 nih... bikin teacher malu saja.. budak pandai tapi buat perangai bukan2...haihhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-2287427660981130600?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/2287427660981130600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=2287427660981130600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2287427660981130600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2287427660981130600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/05/drama-minggu-ini.html' title='Drama minggu ini.'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-2451093202529836306</id><published>2009-05-26T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:03:33.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bottled up inside&lt;br /&gt;are words i never said&lt;br /&gt;the feelings that i hide&lt;br /&gt;the lines you never read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see it in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;read it on my face&lt;br /&gt;traped in side are lies&lt;br /&gt;of the past i can't replace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With memories that linger&lt;br /&gt;won't seem to go away&lt;br /&gt;why can't i be happier&lt;br /&gt;today’s a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays are over&lt;br /&gt;even though the hurting is not&lt;br /&gt;nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;i must cherish what i've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take my love for granted&lt;br /&gt;for soon it will be gone&lt;br /&gt;all you ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;of the love you thought you'd won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hurt i'm feeling now&lt;br /&gt;won't disappear over night&lt;br /&gt;but someway, somehow&lt;br /&gt;everything will turn out alright….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....in this poem i find solace in mending my hurting heart. in the past, present and hopefully not future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-2451093202529836306?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/2451093202529836306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=2451093202529836306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2451093202529836306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2451093202529836306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/05/hurt.html' title='hurt'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-1308471339011352292</id><published>2009-05-18T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:19:05.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken to pieces..</title><content type='html'>sebelum aku menceritakan apa yg brokennye.. aku nak bagitahu yang hari ni aku telah sedar sesuatu yg aku rasa cam nak bagitahu kat semua orang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....rupa2nye harga bedak muka a.k.a foundation aku tuh... adalah lebih mahal daripada tipon aku.. huhu..betapa murahnye la tipon buruk aku tuh.. dah le burok..lampu pun dah kiok... ada sesiapa ke nak sponser tipon baru kat aku...or korang ada tipon burok korang yg lebih cantik dari tipon aku sekarang.. boleh kot nak sedekah kat aku...huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah..tu kisah my foundation and my half broken phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni kisah broken friendship, broken hearts, broken loyalty and broken trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friendship started when we all came back from abroad [Jan 2007] and live in a house together. however some of us has some backdated history of bad times and good times. but the friendship went on beautifully on surface level.. so very innocent of me to think it was pure from the heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started a few months back.. it was between A and B... i thought it was just a misunderstanding gone really bad. deep in my heart..i hope they would just patch it up and be friends again. but it didnt happen. so i state my stand that A and B are still my friends separately. but if i were forced to pick a side i would have to choose A. recently, C [another one of us] blog about B in discreet and code telling how B had treated her badly and betrayed her. FYI: C is my super bestfriend. she is my shopping/study/everything else in between buddy. way back then [in Jan/Feb 2007], C had told some of us that she had some bad history with B loooong ago and she wouldnt want to trust her fully and having some problem being friends with B. i fully understood. because as human, we all had made some bad decisions in our lives. and we could have forgive but it was never forgotten. which i really think it was fair enough. but nonetheless, C and B got along pretty OK in my eyes. until C said because A and B are no longer friends, C has decided there is no more reason to be friends with B. and its fine with me. i got along with B just fine too.. despite the warning i had from somebody else asking me to take care of myself when i am around B and never to tell B any secret whatsoever. and i have heard rumours about B. but being me, i couldnt be bothered about what people say. i once have been a victim when people say things that are not even true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but recently, through sms, phonecalls, blog and a catch up session with D [another one of us too], i have found out what B has really done to C. the incident happen a few years back [before Jan 2007], but C just found our what B had done to her just recently [10 days ago]. before i really know what happen, i was thinking to just stay connected to B. but now i think, not only what B have done to C is bad because C is my super bestfriend. even if B could have done it to any other girl, i would think she is lower than life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, more than a few times i felt looked down by B because i never shop like her. all her clothes are either ZARA, TOPSHOP, or MNG or yang setaraf dengannye... all her bags are Guess or what knot... To me, my family aren't rich.. i couldnt afford any of that. So case closed. i wasn't even to keep any grudge about it. but i think B knows deep in her heart that she is lower than life herself...so she took pride in buying high end goods just to think she is higher to the rest of us who are larger than life who appreciate friendships among us girls more than life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so betrayed by what B have done. how could anyone do such thing to a person who she called a friend. i really felt cheated by her poker face. i didnt mean to be 'mengungkit' with what i have done for her. all her tears that i wiped. all her stories i heard. all those times and money i spend for her and with her. i felt gross to even think i have been friends with her. it hurts me.really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have choose to end all communication with B and end the so called friendship between her and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if B happen to read this, these are my last words to u. i couldnt even have the heart anymore to send u a text. even C still have a heart to send u a text. but not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B, you have broken my trust and heart with what u have done. U have destroyed my friendship, the most beautiful thing i could ever give to any girl. i no longer think and feel u deserve such beautiful thing. i love my girls as much as i love myself. B, u are no longer considered my girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-1308471339011352292?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/1308471339011352292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=1308471339011352292' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1308471339011352292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1308471339011352292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/05/broken-to-pieces.html' title='broken to pieces..'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-8408250080302148424</id><published>2009-05-13T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:49:34.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-old skul-</title><content type='html'>im kindda old skul. well not to say im old now.. huhu hate the fact that the second digit of my age is bigger than the first one..=( but i kinda like... old ways.. old stuff.. and by that i mean traditional..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah rite. there are certain things i like the old way. for example my wedding..i know i know.. u are asking which part.. but i must tell u really most of it is not my decision. but i was prep up before the big day the super old way! i had to eat sireh! 5 bloody sireh.. couldnt look into the mirror 3 days which resulting of me not brushing my hair and i think i look like a lion... couldnt go out of the house for 3 days.. cannot lalu bawah ampaian kain for 3 days.. which is good so i cannot jemur kain or angkat kain! yahuuu.... had to mandi bunga 3 times a day for 3 days... cannot talk to soon to be hubby [that time laa...] for 3 days.. which is ok actually because we are pretty busy wit the wedding. so we just text like 3 times a day..hahaha... yeah yeah at that time i complain.. but i was pretty happy to be treated that way..i didnt know it was like that. its a different experience. so glad to be given the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous u may think.. not to look into the mirror for 3 days! come to think of it.. im a bride to be that time.. of course im obses with the condition of my skin.. but because i cant look into the mirror. i dont know what is going on.. and im not obsessing about it.. and to mandi bunga 3 times a day for 3 days.. my hair didnt even get to dry! but i am super wangi u know!!! SUPER! i smell like flowers for a week! ohh hubby must love my smell that time.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tht was then... for future reference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been secretly wishing...years ago.. someday, when the time comes for me to have a baby...after the delivery, i want to be taken care of the old skul way... like our grandma and mothers...that kind of way.. i believe there are many medical benefit and reasons for all the little things. i want to learn to take care of myself. loving myself.. rasanya la kan... ada lagi tak orang yg bleh jaga aku dgn rigid nyer mengikut tradisi lama... my mom u said? haha...dia tuh moden.. silap ari bulan dia cakap aku yg ketinggalan zaman...huhuhu.. camne tuh.. tak dapet den nak nolong nyer..huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ni blog seminggu lepas....so dah takde feel nak sambung...kita cerita bab lain je la ekk..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-8408250080302148424?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/8408250080302148424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=8408250080302148424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/8408250080302148424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/8408250080302148424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/05/old-skul.html' title='-old skul-'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-7438440456196696240</id><published>2009-05-11T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:08:12.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you know...</title><content type='html'>well, im sure some of u know about the online version of CLEO mag. i know its a bit childish for me to be still reading cleo..but its the only mag i can pretty much use most of the info and relate to.. i mean its nice to see all the expensive stuff in other mags. by expensive i mean few thousands bucks for a bag or shoe. but why bother when u cant afford it. so lets stick to our range..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been spending some times at the askcleo.com.my reading all sorts of things and questions. its gud to know that u arent the only one dealing with extra large pores, super oily skin and blackheads. i had my fair share. and i have tried a number of products.. im in constant search of products that suits me really well and i wont change it ever again. and its nice to know that i can give my 2cents worth to those who are searching for things to try while dealing with those skin problems. you see, i dont like going to the counter and ask. because all they want to do is to sell their product. so i fall back to magazines to somewhat gives a neutral point of view. sometimes i peak into what my friends are using.. but most of my friends are rather lucky to have good behaving skin.. so no luck for me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have been droping tips on the relationship sections.. wow... im NO expert in this kind of thing. yes im married. but you see... that guy im married to is the only guy i have been in a relationship.. other than him, was just friends. i mean real friends. so i dont really have alot of experience in this section but yet i can tell alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i understand why people say Sharing is caring. because when u share u know a lot more.. it shows that u care about the other people u are sharing with but its actually you yourself being caring to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, as my girls always say, when it comes to FOOD.... sharing is NEVER caring. haih we and our food... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-7438440456196696240?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/7438440456196696240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=7438440456196696240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7438440456196696240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7438440456196696240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-do-you-know.html' title='what do you know...'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-115747292217853413</id><published>2009-05-06T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:38:03.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strength</title><content type='html'>im worried sick right now. today, mom is going through her 4th cycle of chemo. she was diagnose with breast cancer late last year. she had the surgery to remove it on the second day of school this year. that is the reason why i am here in Kuantan instead of KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it got worse after the 3rd cycle. its like she is losing her strength. her willpower. after the first n second cycle it took her just 2/3 days to feel better. but after the 3rd, she was going on and on.. about a week. i guess she is tired. i dont know what else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is the strongest woman i ever know. when we are leaving for abroad, all mothers cried saying goodbye to their son/daughter..she didnt even show any sadness. i take it she is so proud of me being the first of her children to be studying abroad. and she believe in me to be able to take care of myself. it made me believe i can take care of myself. i will b okay because she believe it.. why wouldnt i b okay... she is the reason why and how i am now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 9.30pm now. she is not back yet.  usually she will b back by 4/5pm. please pray for her and for me. i hope she is okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are my sunshine...&lt;div 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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-15616706.post-5022281750787684646</id><published>2009-05-05T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:41:35.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catch up</title><content type='html'>it was a long weekend. 3 days. which means i get to be 'wife' longer than usual. (*_*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out on last wednesday, i just got another niece! yippeeee... get to kiss and hug a newborn!! can't wait...=) i love newborn.. they are just adorable..like dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday, i hurried back from skul.. my bus is at 4pm. but the driver seems to be super slow.. i arrived later than usual. so i went straight to KLCC to meet up with hubby. Later we had dinner with tasha and Julie and Julie's friend .. haih... Julie is usually the ontime person.. Tasha is a bit more flexible with the time.. but what i dont understand is.. how could Julie terinfluence wit tasha's time management??? (",).... u see, i dont really mind waiting for them.. because i have hubby next to me. so it gives us time to catch up.. but the kedai makan wont wait!! =P we didnt manage to go california pizza 'chicken' [as julie puts it... hahaha] so we had dinner at dome's. it was good really. the company made it all better.. =) nice to c u girls!! catch u again soon darlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up super late on Friday... hubby went to office to pick up stuff. I stayed home watch TV. nice isnt it? hehehe... when he return.. i start cooking. for the first time.. i siang ikan! laugh all u want.. but it was my first time. the ikan a bit hancur...but still recognisable. huhu... so the menu: nasi putih, Ikan masak tauchu, and pucuk midin goreng. Pucuk midin is sayur kampung.. hubby loves it soooo much and claim that it can only b found in Sarawak.. i think it is called by different name here in semananjung.. but i love it too. my ikan tauchu was a bit sour due to terlebih air asam.. but yet he eats it like its bloody delicious. that is my hubby! everything easy care.. =) after lunch he went for friday prayers. that afternoon, we took a nap infront of the telly. till about 4pm went to the zoo! hehe.. helping to prepare the place for the family day tmrw. before we went home later that evening, we took a ride in the car around the zoo! haha bila lagi nak pusing zoo naik kereta.. that night.. we had dinner n watch the telly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning,  we woke up early and get ready to go to the zoo again!! and today, we took pictures of our car parked in the zoo. hehe.. bila lagi.. i even get to record the ride! cam safari plakkk... hehehe.. actually, its his dept family day.. =) and i get to meet his friends.. and put faces to the names.. yada yada yada.. treasure hunts and all... so we eat and be merry. around 2pm, we go back and get ready to go to Sepang..visit the latest addition to the family... a new tiny weenie baby girl.. so kecik..like thumbelina... hubby takut nak pegang newborn.. so i dont have to berebut with him.. =D later that nite, we go back to gombak.. i was asleep the whole way.. too tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, already??? time flies... well when we are having such good time... it flew like wind passes by.. =(  we had omelette for breakfast.. and kemas2 and all. read the sunday paper together.. then watch telly..till about 2pm baru nak mandi... haihhh juz like when we were still in UK. weekend jek...mesti mandi lambat...=) anyway, it was already lunch time. we spotted a domino's coupon in the paper.. so we decided to use it. so we went to domino's for lunch. again... easy care! then, it was already time for me to get ready to go home... my bus is at 6pm. had to bid goodbye to hubby and wait another 4 days to get to see him again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my short long weekend. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-5022281750787684646?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/5022281750787684646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=5022281750787684646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5022281750787684646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5022281750787684646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/05/catch-up.html' title='catch up'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-1712841390380636999</id><published>2009-04-29T20:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:42:53.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when eQin is behind the wheels..</title><content type='html'>you see.. i just started driving in January 09. but i drove back to Kedaik at 5.30am a couple of times.. and every Friday back to Kuantan. So i can drive really fast too... and i have become really nasty... bad eQin!! but i can be nice too at times.. if u signal nicely, i let u go which ever way u want to.. [crap la...my blogging skill is sooo bloody berkarat] ...haih... let me cut the crap and straight to the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to ECM this afternoon. at this particular traficlight, it was a bloody long queue. i couldnt see what the heck is going on.. so i waited patiently. i notice the cars were going to the right lane so i signal to do the same. after waited for 3 bloody red lights i can see there is a car at the side of the road. it wasnt even on the road.. it was at the side!!!! i didnt see any other car.. so i dont think it was an accident.. i think it broke down... what piss me off was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;those other bloody cars had to slow down and look!!!!! Bloody hell!!! if you are not going to stop and help... dont slow down and look!!!! idiottt!!!&lt;/span&gt; i had to waste bloody 10 minutes waiting for u to slow down and pass by doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Malaysian, listen to me.. even if there has been a nasty accident. if u didnt even wish u want to help...PLEASE do not slow down to look! just drive straight.. u will be helping other people to get where they need to be in peace.. no swearing needed. if its that bad..u probably will end up reading about it in the newspaper.. or watch it in the news...huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now u know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, please feel free to click here and vote for the hottest babes in the world... we rock!! haih.. that nite two of us acted as if we are single and available.. tak ingat langsung laki kat rumah..hikhik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;a href="http://www.askcleo.com.my/index.php?option=com_morfeoshow&amp;amp;task=vote&amp;amp;gallery=4&amp;amp;imgid=59&amp;amp;Itemid=82"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way to the hottest girls ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh almost forgot...&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 26th  BIRTHDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;to the brightest sunshine in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;MY HUBBY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mohammad Redzuan Abdul Rahman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love u soooo much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-1712841390380636999?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/1712841390380636999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=1712841390380636999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1712841390380636999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1712841390380636999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-eqin-is-behind-wheels.html' title='when eQin is behind the wheels..'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-1845108926005690734</id><published>2009-04-27T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:08:39.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finding my way back</title><content type='html'>im back now... im trying hard to get back here to write again constantly. its difficult as i dont really have a lot to say now.. perhaps i no longer read like i used to... perhaps my 'SUNSHINE' is not around to directly shine on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well Sudie is pregnant... remember her?? the one who had a crush on rotiboy?? well..rotiboy who looks like Heath Ledger..hahaha... Julie has decided the baby is going to call her Mommy.. i want all my friends kiddies to call me the same name as my future kids... so i need to give it a thought.. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in KL last week for 5 days... 3 days for a course. 2days in Gombak..the food heaven!! hehe.. while i was there.. i get to see julie for a few hours. and the hours seems to fly! babe.. i hope we can catch up again soon... there is so much to talked about.. love u to bits n pieces. which reminds me...i owe u some stuff.. hehhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im now short on cash. hubby's birthday coming up... wanted to buy him a new hp. but he havent decided on which one. he is picky...so i dont intend to do a suprise on the pressie.. huhuhu but then hubby's office is having their family day this saturday. so i want to turn up looking presentable. afterall we are going to be in centre stage.. cos we [actually him only..but im helping...] are going to organise the games... so i plan to get something new.huhu.. mayb a new shirt.. or a pair of sporty sandals. ...haih more shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise this always. when i dont have the money...i always wanted to buy something. when i actually do have some extra cash.. i dont really want anything. so i actually need to be rich u know. to be able to stop buying anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thts about it...need to get some loving over the phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life as a weekend wife really sucks... (T_T)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-1845108926005690734?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/1845108926005690734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=1845108926005690734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1845108926005690734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1845108926005690734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/04/finding-my-way-back.html' title='finding my way back'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-6447177262102003446</id><published>2009-04-12T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:35:54.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was particularly hard...</title><content type='html'>today is the 12th of April. at this moment, i am supposed to get ready my school stuff but as usual...i rather blog. and since hubby left for KL an hour ago, i am the least enthusiastic to go to school. although it is a different school. i no longer have to travel almost 2 hours to that bloody rural school. now im teaching a mere 7 mins drive away from home.. that includes 3 red lights.. &lt;i&gt; satu lagu pun tak sempat abis &lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life as a weekend wife is hard. i wouldnt recommend it to anyone. it took every ounce of your strength. it started a week after the wedding. on the 3rd of november 2008, we drove back to Kuantan. and on the same day.. he drives back to KL. I cried. at that moment i thought it shouldnt be this hard saying goodbye to him every week. it will b easier week by week. and the next week it was alright. i didnt cry one single bit. then..it was year end holiday already... after 6 weeks...well i didnt get to transfer that time. so i cried and cried. the tears seems like no end. but after the first week back in skul, i was alright. Every sunday...around 5 or 6pm, i kiss his hand.. i get a peck on both cheek and we hug. and i bit gudbye.. i wasnt happy or anything.. but i seems to give in that he got to go back. the next day is monday. the day we both hate. and have to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but lately.. more than a couple of weeks back. i started to cry..on sunday afternoon. i felt like begging him not to go back. i was just being silly and difficult. but not intentionally. i didnt meant to act that way.. it got worse this last few weeks.  it gets harder and harder... i wish sooo hard if he could stay one more night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the beginning he went back as early as 4pm... then he waited till after asar.. then he said latest 6pm. and since last week he waited till after maghrib. i am not happy with him driving the pitch darkness especially after the LPT.. the highhill slopes and turns. but im not willing to let him go back too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 12th April...a year ago, we got engaged on this very day... and it was particularly hard for me to say good bye to him today. he just arrived home safely in gombak a few minutes ago... but till this very second i still wish he doesnt have to go back.. i wish he is still here with me now.. i wish we never have to this again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-6447177262102003446?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/6447177262102003446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=6447177262102003446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6447177262102003446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6447177262102003446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-was-particularly-hard.html' title='it was particularly hard...'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-5062093961948825474</id><published>2009-04-10T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:51:20.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire</title><content type='html'>My desire to blog has not yet vanishes into thin air. There have been too many times I deadly wanted to write but I couldn’t for various reasons. I haven’t share wit u my wedding pictures..what more my honeymoon pixs! Hahaha… u have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as a wife is wonderful. I am amaze with myself. I found myself trying to look pretty all the time..hahhaha.. well at least presentable. I cook. I clean up. I tidy up. I do all the things I didn’t like to do before I am a wife. Haha…and most of all.. I lipat my selimut every morning!!! Fuuuyoooo… =p say whatever u want. But it is universally acknowledged that I am one hell of a super ultimately unbelievable lazy ass. Like my brother always says ..’unta padang pasir pun tak malas cam ko’ huhu.. but then, I didn’t even know how malas those unta are..hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started living in my in law’s house on the 1st of December. That very same day, my parent in-laws went to stay at their other son’s house to baby sit his kiddies. So I was left alone..with no internet, no astro and nothing to do. My routine starts around 5.30am with the ultimate task to wake up my hubby. He is awake by that time, but he refuses to get up and ready to go to work. So I have to make sure he hits the shower before 5.45am or he will be late for work..Huhu.. around 6.15am, I go down to the kitchen to make some breakfast for him to take to work. After sending him off at 6.50am, I go back to bed ;) hehe and sleep on to my heart content! As soon as I wake up, I hang the clothes outside to dry. Then I go down and make my self some breakfast. I watch whatever on the telly and read every word in the newspaper including the obituaries. =S and its only 2pm. Huhu… Then, I plan what to cook for dinner and ransack the refrigerator for the things I need. Owh at 2.30pm I watch the Wonderpets! I love them… I really do! Then I start cooking slowly..taking my own sweet time to kupas bawang, masak nasi etc. Around 5pm or whatever time I finish cooking, I get ready to welcome hubby home. Just making sure he will recognize me as his wife not some crazy women with the hair like a lion’s mane. Usually I spent my time reading my book or watching the endless Indon’s sinetron on the telly. Around 6pm+, or depending on what time he left the office, he will arrive home. After a few hugs n kisses, I will prepare for dinner. Unlike at my own home, here there is some protocol as I have to set the table with plates and if required the cutlery. Everything is served on the table nicely.. and there will be bawang goreng or daun bawang or daun sup as garnish. So I tried to learn doing it as much as I can and hubby does loves his food served pretty. I don’t cook much but it seems he eats anything as if it is bloody delicious. And for that I really love him. =D After prayers, we usually watch the news on telly or lie in bed talking to each other. It seems there is no end on what to talk about. Then we will get ready for bed around 10pm, as he will get ready his work attire and I will settle the laundry. Usually, I insist him to sleep before 11pm. More hugs and kisses then we fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom in law is particular about her kitchen. So I don’t really dare to mess it up. I tried very hard to do as what she does. Of course I am not the most desirable daughter in law, well..being lazy and don’t know how to cook, tidy up and all, but none the less she loves me like her own daughter. After almost 3 weeks on my own, they return home. Nothing much changes, but I do wake up earlier. Like 8.30am or 9 am.=D hehe and I don’t cook at all anymore. I left the cooking to the expert. I just stand there trying to be busy or something. huhuhu… but the rest left as it is. I still make my hubby’s breakfast tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been delightful and bliss being able to sleep in his arms all night and wake up next to him. To be able to pray together with him, recite the quran, prepare dinner and talk about future together. When I get to know that I have to return back to that school, I cannot help but to cry and cry. Knowing that I can only be with him over the weekend for 2 nights a week, I cry even more. It’s hard to go back. Knowing that I won’t be back in near time makes it harder for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back dated: 18 of January 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-5062093961948825474?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/5062093961948825474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=5062093961948825474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5062093961948825474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5062093961948825474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/04/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-9161657953770331692</id><published>2009-04-07T17:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:55:54.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A million gazzilion thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; To those who made it possible&lt;br /&gt;To those who were there to witness it&lt;br /&gt;To those who came all the way to be there&lt;br /&gt;To those who make it all special&lt;br /&gt;To those who share it with me&lt;br /&gt;To those who send their warmest wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you thank you thank you… I couldn’t thank you enough…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama and papa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321909187520944674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/Sds4NZkS2iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/h605l_RUX3A/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Jaja and Kak Fiza &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321909190484790850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/Sds4Nkm7jkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0_yPMRR5KwE/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joe and Kak Yan &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321911881946826386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/Sds6qPFfBpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/J71qWRzDPJY/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Silly Sister Imani &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321911884862881266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/Sds6qZ8uffI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1y19aTDUmHI/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Darling Boy Adam Alif &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321911890442849682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/Sds6quvGDZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-0_owtOuaAg/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….selingan…satu dua tiga lekuk…ahaks…tapi baju tetap cun… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321915766652663218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/Sds-MWvh9bI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SRFp6ezT9uU/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My In laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321915770198612658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/Sds-Mj882rI/AAAAAAAAAJM/I5J46kvWl2w/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321915775580701586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/Sds-M4AJA5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/J4bv9bcrP30/s320/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I love this pix soooo much as much as I love the girls in it*&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there and being those who adds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top row left…a little serenity, a little charm, a little laughter, a little sexiness, a little magic, a little gorgeousness, a little dreamy,&lt;br /&gt;2nd row left: a little excitement, a little mystery, a little thrill, a little glamour,&lt;br /&gt;3rd row: a little noise…ohh I mean a lot of noise…bcos there is two of them hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u girls heaps and heaps and heaps...Thank you so much for all you have done for me. Couldn’t possibly pay u girls in anyway…Do remember… we are married to each other long before we are married to them…*hugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-9161657953770331692?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/9161657953770331692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=9161657953770331692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/9161657953770331692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/9161657953770331692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/04/million-gazzilion-thanks.html' title='A million gazzilion thanks'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/Sds4NZkS2iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/h605l_RUX3A/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-3543571721909046198</id><published>2009-04-07T16:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:19:19.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every bits and pieces</title><content type='html'>Every bits and pieces I love every bits and pieces of it. There is nothing, not a single thing; I want to change about it. For that I thank the Lord for a very blessed and happy day and hope it will be blessed and happy the whole way…. What is it? My Wedding of course. First and foremost, I love it because I did it all by myself. Well with my mom, my sis and my cousins and aunts =)…all done within my budget and to my heart desire… I love it sooooo much! If u see anything u like, and would like to borrow it for ur wedding/engagement...ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321868767216814546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsTcoM0SdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fX3ADv7C7Uo/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsSBBabTmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1cF45Q1rapo/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321867193436819042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsSBBabTmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1cF45Q1rapo/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsSAvBe8YI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BtMWmSLknnQ/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321867188500361602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsSAvBe8YI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BtMWmSLknnQ/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Theme: The land where we met…&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration: English countryside&lt;br /&gt;Duvet cover + duvet: £24 + £ 8 from Dunelm + Primark UK&lt;br /&gt;Mattress cover +pillow cover: RM80 from Parkson&lt;br /&gt;4 Pillows: RM 120 from Parkson/Akemi&lt;br /&gt;Candles by bedside: RM30 from IKEA&lt;br /&gt;Photo frame: RM8 Parkson&lt;br /&gt;Flowers by bedside: fresh flowers RM i-don’t-know-cos-mom-paid-for-it.&lt;br /&gt;Curtains: total RM 300+ from Parkson and kedai kain Berjaya =p&lt;br /&gt;Mosquito Net: RM60 from Giant (shh!! Don’t tell anyone…its babies nyer mosquito net…hehehe) the rose buds are glued by hand! My hand that is… =P&lt;br /&gt;Bed + bedside tables: FOC… turun temurun…huehue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321867186250987122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsSAmpMNnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uUQbapGsPog/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;…so penaja utama bilik pengantin: PARKSON *clapclap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pelamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme: Pelamin dalam taman…&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration: Garden Wedding&lt;br /&gt;Chair: RM 500 from Small Garden Shop&lt;br /&gt;Cushion: RM i-don’t-know-cos-mom-paid-for-it. custom made&lt;br /&gt;Kipas Tekad: RM 45 from a shop in Jalan Besar&lt;br /&gt;Ribbon: RM 10 from Small Garden Shop&lt;br /&gt;Pink Roses: RM 60 from Small Garden Shop&lt;br /&gt;Wood stand by the chair: mom’s own&lt;br /&gt;Bunga Telor: RM 120 from Super Cowboy&lt;br /&gt;Red Carpet: Rm 20 from Super Cowboy&lt;br /&gt;White picket Fence: RM 60 from Arked Jalan Gambut&lt;br /&gt;Pot Flowers: RM 200 for 20 pots specially ordered from a private nursery&lt;br /&gt;Colourful Pots: RM 7 for 5 pots from Parkson&lt;br /&gt;Flower curtain: RM i-don’t-know-cos-mom-paid-for-it. Kedai Kain Sharrif Jalan Besar&lt;br /&gt;(mom did went to the shop 3 times before she really decide to buy it. I think it looks very lovely….good choice!) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321868771938914210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsTc5ypz6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/P3Kn0ppDjrw/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321868773004521010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsTc9wtrjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3J4FlFv6XmY/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Penaja utama pelamin: Small Garden Shop *clapclap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My Wedding Cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321869625768407778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsUOmjd8uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0_iylmrcavg/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 tier cakes decorated with fresh red roses &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theme: …continuation to my garden themed wedding&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration: a picture in In trend October issue&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Top tier: Carrot cake&lt;br /&gt;&gt;2nd tier: Mocha cake&lt;br /&gt;&gt;3rd tier: Chocolate moist cake&lt;br /&gt;Baked by: Intan’s Oven&lt;br /&gt;Cost: RM250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My banner and bunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321869624307552850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsUOhHLElI/AAAAAAAAAGk/xlZwiIdQMlU/s320/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321869625207526594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsUOkdvlMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OMkPBLWPapc/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme: past for future…&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration: …saje buh gambar time baby cos…lebih comel…ahaksss&lt;br /&gt;Design: Stika point&lt;br /&gt;Cost: 1 banner and 6 bunting RM250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My wedding arch&lt;br /&gt;Theme: Dreamland…&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration: my dreamland UK…&lt;br /&gt;Designer: My aunt…Mak De&lt;br /&gt;Cost: RM 50++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321871064053331826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsViUlUN3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/QgiCLGqGy7g/s320/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strike&gt;27 &lt;/strike&gt;Dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My Akad Nikah Attire :&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration: childhood dream&lt;br /&gt;Theme: …something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue….&lt;br /&gt;Tudung: had it for a long time…..&lt;br /&gt;White Baju Kurung with Embroidery: RM 200 bride’s own&lt;br /&gt;Head accessories: borrowed from next door neighbour&lt;br /&gt;Selendang: Mom-in-law’s gift on engagement day&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;What is the blue thing u asked? …shhh secret! =P&lt;br /&gt;White Baju Melayu: RM 150 groom’s own&lt;br /&gt;Songkok: groom’s own&lt;br /&gt;Sampin: Kanda owned.. my 1st bro in law.. or his brother laa..aiyoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321871079692999074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsVjO2GmaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/stSs2Uot81c/s320/13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321871076321878562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsVjCSXYiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pKUMJoZ0tt4/s320/14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lafaz Sakinah Attire:&lt;br /&gt;Bride’s Green Dress: Kak Noni’s..my biras..she wore it on her wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;Groom’s Green Baju Melayu: Kanda’s …Kak noni’s hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321874070450419202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsYRUSPNgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iJFCzNcW6qs/s320/15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;*Groom’s reception attire:&lt;br /&gt;Bride’s gold baju kurung: bride’s own RM 150&lt;br /&gt;Groom’s Baju melayu: Groom’s own Rm150&lt;br /&gt;Accessories: various people’s own&lt;br /&gt;Make up: Kay RM 200 – hubby paid for it!!! Yipeee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321874081282179442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsYR8ouwXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_LliuazxoiE/s320/19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My Wedding Dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very long, mad, tiring and exhausting process. It started back in July… which I had the green colour in mind..then I change it to purplish red/maroon.. then I change it to blood red… then I finally get Wan to agree to wear pink! So I flip through all the magazines I can to find the design and hell crazy running around looking for somebody to make it …run around town again, skip school (ooppss) trying to find the kain…gave it to the tailor on the 13th of Oct which gave her 10 days to make it. On the 23rd of Oct I text her, ‘ Kak sue, baju yaqin dah siap ke?’ and almost instantly she replied ‘ Belum lagi. Ni baru nak start’ Imagine that!???!!! I felt like drop and die… but at 7pm the same day she called my mom and said the dress is ready. However the sleeves were way too long and it was a little big ‘as I lost some weight mind you’. So I send it back to her on 24th Oct morning to be fitted. I got back the dress later that same day…And finally, my dream dress that just cost me RM 350… I am so damn very happy to the max!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme: Princess gone haywire….&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration: COSRY&lt;br /&gt;The dress: 6m of pink lace, 2.5m of plain pink chiffon, 4m of white satin. RM 230&lt;br /&gt;…..the pink lace just arrived at the shop the day I bought it. So the pakcik had to dig it from the box at the back of the store…thank you so much pakcik!!! Jasa mu dikenang!&lt;br /&gt;Tailor: Kak sue of First Impression…gorgeous baju!!!! Thanks kak sue!&lt;br /&gt;Tailoring cost: RM 120&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321874958187011138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsZE_XInEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9peGKcUqBYg/s320/20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321874964203302850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsZFVxh78I/AAAAAAAAAH0/pnkM7QFpblI/s320/24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321874962007679314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsZFNmDYVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2272eR3Oyhw/s320/23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Wedding Attire:&lt;br /&gt;My wedding dress: as stated above&lt;br /&gt;Groom’s white baju melayu: groom’s own&lt;br /&gt;Hand bouquet: Fresh red roses RM40&lt;br /&gt;Groom’s and Bride’s Accessories - selendang, tudung, tiara, necklace, sampin, tanjak and rantai etc: Amy’s Wedding Collection RM 100&lt;br /&gt;Make up artist: Amy RM 180 –bridesmaid aku pun dia tolong touch up sekali…hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is basically what makes up the most perfect day in my life…I love every second of it. Wish it last forever….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I have to do it all over again… there is no way I will change this one tiny detail…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groom…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321874965166074386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsZFZXEqhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UmzdBN01DZA/s320/mine.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love him muchos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…every bits and pieces. He’s my nachos!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-3543571721909046198?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/3543571721909046198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=3543571721909046198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3543571721909046198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3543571721909046198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/04/every-bits-and-pieces.html' title='Every bits and pieces'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SdsTcoM0SdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fX3ADv7C7Uo/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-2602937326149907035</id><published>2009-04-06T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:48:17.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>yipeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back home not just for a moment but for good.. yipeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im back here again hopefully for a longgggggg time. i have been neglecting my blog for too long now.. and im coming back on regular basis now.. i will post some past posts that i have typed earlier. and i will update on my wedding pixs etc etc...and yesh i am married now. but only on the weekends.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh cant wait to come back here like i used to...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome home baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-2602937326149907035?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/2602937326149907035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=2602937326149907035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2602937326149907035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2602937326149907035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back.html' title='im back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-1484357206528412392</id><published>2008-11-07T08:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:55:10.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never wanted anything this bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;i have never wanted anything this bad before. i have never ever worried anything like this before. i have never wished i wanted to be granted this bad before. i really wanted it. but i didnt get it. i feel so sad at this moment. i feel so helpless. i really wanted this. plis help me... God plis listen to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-1484357206528412392?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/1484357206528412392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=1484357206528412392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1484357206528412392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1484357206528412392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2008/11/never-wanted-anything-this-bad.html' title='never wanted anything this bad'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-5666930786551222144</id><published>2008-10-08T12:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:40:47.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its okay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tho i cant go back to London.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because a great piece of London comes to me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mamma Mia Musicals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;will be showing in Istana Budaya in December... how great!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;everytime i cant go to London, it comes to me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i really really wish i can go back to my favourite most magical city London....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;someday, i will be back to berhari raya in my home town! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-5666930786551222144?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/5666930786551222144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=5666930786551222144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5666930786551222144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/5666930786551222144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-okay.html' title='its okay...'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-1616253307250763250</id><published>2008-09-19T08:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:37:12.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another great news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;look here... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247523889006368882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 489px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="181" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SNLzLKqZ2HI/AAAAAAAAADA/lnk6N2_jwDQ/s320/transfer.JPG" width="429" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aiyok tak nampak la plakk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well...it says that my transfer has been sokong and currently being process. Hopefully it will go through. do pray for me and my sanity. thanks alot peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...i think i am going to keep updating bout the status of my transfer. i really hope it will be diluluskan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please....please....please....please....please....please....please....please....please....please....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please....please....please....please....please....please....please....please....please....please....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please....please....please....please....please....please....please....please....please....please....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please....please....please....please....please....please....please....please....please....please....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-1616253307250763250?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/1616253307250763250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=1616253307250763250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1616253307250763250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/1616253307250763250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-great-news.html' title='another great news!'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SNLzLKqZ2HI/AAAAAAAAADA/lnk6N2_jwDQ/s72-c/transfer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-3975819256709889851</id><published>2008-09-09T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:33:48.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeeeehhhhhaaa!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what a news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;certainly putting my spirit up... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;want to know what news and why???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;look here......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243858275900823186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SMXtUZuPlpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DCiXeeWdUok/s320/gud+news.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10-09-2008 Tarikh Surat Tawaran Pelantikan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;which means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a) I pass my interview!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;b) I am being confirm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;c) most importantly I can apply to be transfered!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ohh what a day! what a lovely lovely day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a day like this should come everyday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tralalalalalala.....lalala....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me soooo happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-3975819256709889851?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/3975819256709889851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=3975819256709889851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3975819256709889851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3975819256709889851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeeeehhhhhaaa.html' title='yeeeehhhhhaaa!!!!'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SMXtUZuPlpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DCiXeeWdUok/s72-c/gud+news.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-8708960278616657088</id><published>2008-08-09T11:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T11:19:27.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to go home!!!!</title><content type='html'>its saturday and im in skool... what the heck! im supposed to be at home... shopping!! aiyokkk need civilisation! im dyingggggggggggggggggggggggg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-8708960278616657088?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/8708960278616657088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=8708960278616657088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/8708960278616657088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/8708960278616657088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-to-go-home.html' title='i want to go home!!!!'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-2258219826419629609</id><published>2008-07-24T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T14:47:45.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i can reach this blog of mine.. i hope to put up regular post for my own sanity... there are so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;many things and wayyyy to many times that i seriously wanted to blog. i hope someday i can return here daily like i used to.. i miss it damn much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;till then.. take care! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eQin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;....deep in the jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;take me awayyyy... :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-2258219826419629609?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/2258219826419629609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=2258219826419629609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2258219826419629609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2258219826419629609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-4621883333195665531</id><published>2008-07-24T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T14:41:12.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backdated 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After so long….&lt;br /&gt;9.15pm 20th May 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it has been so long! Far too long. I have never neglected my darling blog this long. Not that I did it on purpose. Huhu please don’t charge me for negligence. =’( anyway im here not to go on and on about how I miss this private place of mine where I can unload most of my thoughts the most natural way I can ever think of. Most times I never edit what I write thus the shameful amount of grammar mistakes and typo error. Please excuse moi for my laziness. Damn I miss blogging sooooooooooooooooooooooo much! It’s the only time I can actually make sense of my life! Trust me I am here today with a whole different idea on what to write but this is what I live for. Just writing.. pouring my heart out on what really matters to me.  I know at this moment it looks like a whole lot of craps to u but I need this to keep my sanity. So please excuse me once more… I will continue whining when I am feeling that I am going crazy again. Enough for now.. my sanity has come to ‘Fairly sane’ level..=S  I can live with that for a few more days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today’s topic is …. Long gone… well..almost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only 2 things that I really like about my body. My fair skin and my black hair. At this moment both are almost gone. Firstly my fair skin was burnt during the sports day. But the fair baby-smooth and scarless skin of mine is yesterday. It is now decorated with spots thanks to the furious ants in this freaking bloody place. I have no idea why they love to bite me..it stings like crazy!!! It is itchy and red and hurt like crazy! I had sleepless nights..i even went to GP to get medic! And there were times I cried because I cannot handle the pain anymore and few times it bleeds because I have to scratch so hard..YES it is that bad!! I used to smother nice smelling lotion that contains vitamin E and whitening agent. Now, my skin only knows Hydrocortisone cream which is a controlled medicine. There were times I can only sleep if I take a Piriton to help ease the itchiness. My gorgeous skin use to be envied by others. But now.. it is long gone.. I hate the sight of it. No one will ever want to see any of it anymore. And worst..im getting married pretty soon. At this moment, I am pretty sure it is a turn off to anyone who is looking at it… huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And moving on to my black smooth and silky hair.. my hair was so gorgeous some 3 plus years ago.. it was long and black and smooth and silky and exceptionally beautiful..then I perm it because I wanted to. it straighten up after exactly a week! So much for my RM 350!!! And I was left with dry frizzy hair with tons of split ends! It actually takes almost 2 years to take it back to its pre-perm state. Tho it has seen bad-er days before and it is not as bad as before.. it still an issue to me. My used to be smooth and silky hair looks like bihun yg belum di rendam on most days.. huhu..all to be blamed by the water in this freaking bloody place. I have no idea what’s in it!! But I am sure I don’t like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for now. Thy shall return when thy need to stay sane…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-4621883333195665531?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/4621883333195665531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=4621883333195665531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/4621883333195665531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/4621883333195665531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2008/07/backdated-2.html' title='backdated 2'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-7586197275349256434</id><published>2008-07-24T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T14:33:31.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backdated...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PLEA&lt;br /&gt;14 Feb 2008 … the day I escape to dreamland 3 years ago…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my plea. Actually i have two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First i would like to request that this bloody place to have decent phone lines. To those who know how much i used to spend my time on the phone should bloody wonder how am i surviving. Well to tell u the truth.. for most nights.. i cry myself to sleep. Tho i laugh and smile during the day, it is different when bedtime approaching. It is bloody lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you now&lt;br /&gt;More than words can say&lt;br /&gt;I need you now&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find a way&lt;br /&gt;I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Before i loose my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is part of a song that freakingly speaks my mind. I can get one or two bars of lines here if i put my phone on my friend’s window aisle. My ‘Cekelat’ does not has loud speaker nor it is equip with handsfree...tipon jek lawa.. hampeh rupanyer. Huhu... maklum ler..tipon clearance jek. Thus.. i have to pretend it has loud speaker by asking the person on the other side to talk louder. And i have to guess what he is saying as i cant really hear bcos the phone is practically 20cm away from me. OMG...i am so going to buy that cheap nokia phone with handsfree and loudspeaker which will only cost me less than RM150...[ moi dapat angpau ribu2..hehehe...jgn jeles neh..=P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...OMG my English is getting worse. Ye la...mana tak nyer. Hari2 dok ajar words bodo2 jek. Tak best langsung. =’(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, i would like to ask if anybody out there knows anyone who knows where i can get supplement to increase my patience level. OMG.. god knows how my blood pressure rose to the highest level each time i enter any class!!!!!!!  Well u imagine.. for two days, i invigilate a test on 3M [membaca, menulis dan mengira] i have to test the students individually their ability to read. arahan: tunjuk dan baca dengan lancar... shit man. Tunjuk pun malas!! Eee ketuk kang budak nih.. dah la suara cam tak nak kluar jek. Aku ckp ngan bf aku pun kuat lagi.. grrrrr... kalau kat luar kelas tu suara cam jembalang pun ada.. i cant hear their voice even they are standing next to the table where i am sitting! No matter how many times i say..’kuat sket..cikgu tak dengar. Camne nak bagi markah’ .mulut terkumat kamit.. apa pun tak dengar. Hish..tension tol aku. First 2 questions are on recognizing the alphabets...tu pun ada lagi terbalik b ngan d... p and q... then ada plak yg kata X  tu Q.... OMG OMG!!! Mana tak naik darah aku!!! We are not talking about year 1 or year 2 here... this is year 4.. and they are not the last class. They are considered freaking mediocre!!! Then those who can spell the sukukata.. you know..the ‘ba’ ‘da’ ‘fu’ etc etc... ada gak yg ‘p…a’ bunyi ‘ti’ etc etc.. T_T Moving to more ‘difficult’ questions.... word level ‘to..pi’ bunyi nyer ‘topo’!... huhuhu...wujud rupanya anak murid cam dlm cerita P. Ramlee... alip ya mim.. buaya... tak usah dok tanya la those ‘ gelang... nyanyi... nenek... bunyi or tatasusila etc...’ it is so depressing. I cant do this.  Ni baru cerita membaca. I haven’t seen their written product. Ntah apa le rupanyer. Huhuuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Maths story. 1+1= 4.... 1-1= 2     T_T  haih..camne aku nak buat neh. Looking at their paper, i even try to help some of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Awak ada satu pensel.. awak bagi pensel tu kat cikgu.. brapa pensel ada dgn awak?&lt;br /&gt;Student: 2&lt;br /&gt;Me: (&amp;amp;(*YGY Q#*^^#@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few who i could help. My favourite Shahril a/l Lau Sam. Ohh...he does want to learn. There is something going on in his brain. He is thinking. I taught him how to divide. ‘ awak ada 18 guli...awak nak bagi kat 6 orang.. sorang dapat berapa?’ after a few simple questions... he is able to solve a few more by himself =) haih... if only all my students are like that. I don’t mind working hard.. but some of them could not be bothered to even learn anything. Everything tak tau cikgu.. tak pandai cikgu.. and there is even one student from my Year 2 class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: saya baru masuk skolah cikgu..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bila awak masuk? Sebelum cuti ke selepas cuti?&lt;br /&gt;Student: dah lama dah...&lt;br /&gt;Me:....... (o_0) huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, i now hope u understand how hard it is coping with this place. I hate to do useless things. If i cant see results fairly quick.. i give up. I am not hoping they can speak English fluently tomorrow or next week or even next year. I am just wishing they try harder.. to recognize those words i taught them. 4/5 words a week!!!! Like cycling.. reading..  head... shoulder.. book.. desk... chalk.. arghhhhh!!!!! I didn’t ask them to spell.. just recognize.. and pronounce it. Salah sikit pun takpe.. but they don’t bother to even remember anything. Even if i ought to stay here only a few more months... i would love to have that ‘patience supplement’.  Just to make sure i survive the next few weeks. So if anybody know any supplement that could increase my patience level..please let me know. It does not matter if it’s in a form of liquid or capsules or pills or what ever. I need 10 boxes of those.. T_T no matter how much it would cost me. My sanity matter the most.. huhu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to really teach.. like nouns and verb...like present tense and past tense. Like sentences and paragraphs. I am feeling all those wonderful things I learnt are slipping away.. please get me out of this place. It is killing me in every sort of ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-7586197275349256434?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/7586197275349256434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=7586197275349256434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7586197275349256434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/7586197275349256434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2008/07/backdated.html' title='backdated...'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-862928996583019286</id><published>2008-05-12T17:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:55:19.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well im short of time..and this bloody cybercafe is damn noisy reminding me of my forever talking and screaming students... i cant think!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just want to share some of the pix from my engagement for dearest friends to view...well i dont think i have any reader anymore... which is sucks. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgTGJAF8QI/AAAAAAAAACo/YTAxOAUD8ZA/s1600-h/pre+tunang+(60).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199426766015688962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgTGJAF8QI/AAAAAAAAACo/YTAxOAUD8ZA/s200/pre+tunang+(60).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The very gorgeous backdrop... FYI: self made! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgTGJAF8RI/AAAAAAAAACw/VBVfpUPEie4/s1600-h/P3190083.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199426761720721650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgTF5AF8PI/AAAAAAAAACg/J8HHdTXjjgQ/s200/tunang+12+apr+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;From him to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgRZ5AF8KI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iQPAR5OelL4/s1600-h/DSC06747.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199424906294849698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgRZ5AF8KI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iQPAR5OelL4/s200/DSC06747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; From him to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgRZ5AF8LI/AAAAAAAAACA/tWo_Hd0rjVY/s1600-h/DSC06769.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199424906294849714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgRZ5AF8LI/AAAAAAAAACA/tWo_Hd0rjVY/s200/DSC06769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Future Perhaps? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgRaJAF8MI/AAAAAAAAACI/8_mSILiNPS4/s1600-h/P3190021.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199424910589817026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgRaJAF8MI/AAAAAAAAACI/8_mSILiNPS4/s200/P3190021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They talk for a very looo000000ng time...huhu (0_o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgRaJAF8NI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tCxv-LgiNQ4/s1600-h/P3190031.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199424910589817042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgRaJAF8NI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tCxv-LgiNQ4/s200/P3190031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With gifts from both sides...Gold vs Red! hehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgRaZAF8OI/AAAAAAAAACY/FC4BFXlOdOA/s1600-h/P3190083.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199424914884784354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgRaZAF8OI/AAAAAAAAACY/FC4BFXlOdOA/s200/P3190083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The very first rock on my finger...and not taking it off!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgPoJAF8FI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0ZZTWOJ5CIo/s1600-h/48330003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199422952084729938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgPoJAF8FI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0ZZTWOJ5CIo/s200/48330003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lonely on my own...wish the girls are wit me!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgPoZAF8GI/AAAAAAAAABY/4lQ5VeUtcp8/s1600-h/48330007.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199422956379697250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgPoZAF8GI/AAAAAAAAABY/4lQ5VeUtcp8/s200/48330007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Very Berry expensive dress...now collecting dust in my closet.. T_T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgPoZAF8HI/AAAAAAAAABg/W7zfH7qdZ-M/s1600-h/48330009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199422956379697266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgPoZAF8HI/AAAAAAAAABg/W7zfH7qdZ-M/s200/48330009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; From her to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgPopAF8II/AAAAAAAAABo/pzHcpoG0U-A/s1600-h/48330010.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199422960674664578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgPopAF8II/AAAAAAAAABo/pzHcpoG0U-A/s200/48330010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From her to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199422960674664594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgPopAF8JI/AAAAAAAAABw/zV6pdW3xKV4/s200/48330035.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The start to a very long journey together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wedding??? NEXT YEAR... wait for the invitation..huhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;till next time. take care and stay safe! ...and mish you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-862928996583019286?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/862928996583019286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=862928996583019286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/862928996583019286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/862928996583019286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2008/05/speechless.html' title='speechless'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NIj6qpX292o/SCgTGJAF8QI/AAAAAAAAACo/YTAxOAUD8ZA/s72-c/pre+tunang+(60).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-6253657239363176466</id><published>2008-04-16T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:50:39.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKE ME AWAAYYYYYYYY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;im dying at the moment.... helppp im living deep in the jungle and i rarely get access to my darling blog which i miss soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much!!! i want to go backkkkk help please.. if u happen to know some huge cable that could take me away from this bloody place do let me know. i dont even have decent phone lines and internet access...i havent read newspaper for aaaaagggggeeeessss!!! i will be the last to know if anything happen in Malaysia!!  im literary dying here...soul and brain and everything... i feel like im wasting my hard earn degree.. and i cry myself to sleep everynight! please help me.. its killing me in every sort of ways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-6253657239363176466?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/6253657239363176466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=6253657239363176466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6253657239363176466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/6253657239363176466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2008/04/take-me-awaayyyyyyyy.html' title='TAKE ME AWAAYYYYYYYY'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-2286477114088239291</id><published>2008-01-22T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:41:06.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG!!!!  im dying here u know... this is the worst place u could ever be!!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im currently in SK Kedaik Muadzam Shah Pahang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and im teaching the orang asli kids... T_T&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/15616706-2286477114088239291?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/2286477114088239291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=2286477114088239291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2286477114088239291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/2286477114088239291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2008/01/take-me-away.html' title='Take me away...'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15616706.post-3128846957593446768</id><published>2007-12-07T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:37:39.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another goodbye..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hello there. its all over now. 5 and a half years. i hope it really over now. i now have to serve for at least 5 years. given the circumstances i pass the KISSM exam. it was bloody hard ok? if i did not*touch wood*, i might want to consider give up working for the gov. the idea of me going through kissim all over again was just too daunting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have 3 weeks before the letter that detemine the rest of my life arrive. in that mean time, i should worry how to live without sayang being just 10km away from me. huhu.. i have 10 thousand things on my mind right now. like how to live for the next 3-6 months without allowances!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the idea of me blogging tonight is to tell how i dread this place. IPBA. the so called the prestige teacher training college. the list of complaints will take up to a year to be completed. thus i skip that part. remaining the only selected few wonderful and great memories from the moment i say Hello to Laylee [my first friend in IPBA and we still are very dear till today...] till the tears that fell when i say goodbye to those who are dear to me.. those who vanish the silence in my life... those who colours my days.. those who laugh and cry with me..those who climb the endless stairs in ipba with me... [promise never to forget that 'Tangga Kejayaan'.. ever!] those who left Malaysia to the wonderland with me.. those who i will remember my whole life.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Those are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foundation class D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the girls of 306A 2002-2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the girls of 302B 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the hip and happening Marjons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The girls of H33, H32, H34, H30, H31 and Sue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...beethoven pun skali..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and the guy that i adore so much in H19! huehue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and last but not at all least...the gorgeous babes of 506A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;... another year another goodbye. but the tears are the promise to get back together again someday. . i am going to miss all those times we had together. IPBA is the place u depend on friends to be able to go through the day. and i depend on you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15616706-3128846957593446768?l=nurulyaqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/feeds/3128846957593446768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15616706&amp;postID=3128846957593446768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3128846957593446768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15616706/posts/default/3128846957593446768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulyaqin.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-goodbye.html' title='another goodbye..'/><author><name>pr3ttych3rry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09889953378809888910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
