<?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-9392906</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:44:16.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>behindfrostedglass</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>293</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-3304356292225446481</id><published>2007-07-19T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:44:33.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i've &lt;strong&gt;moved&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ohluluvoodoo.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-3304356292225446481?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/3304356292225446481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/3304356292225446481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/07/goodbye.html' title='goodbye'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-144921898468240803</id><published>2007-07-17T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:22:51.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not much of an update, but an update nonetheless</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, SICK. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&gt; One day, an Ang Moh from USA arrived at KLIA Airport. After he checked out &lt;br/&gt;&gt; from the customs, he felt he needed to go to the toilet, so he looked for &lt;br/&gt;&gt; one.&lt;br/&gt;&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&gt; When he found the toilet, there was a lady sitting at the entrance. When he &lt;br/&gt;&gt; was about to enter the toilet, the lady stopped him and asked for forty &lt;br/&gt;&gt; cents in Cantonese ("sey kok".&lt;br/&gt;&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&gt; The Ang Moh wondered why in MALAYSIA they have to "see the xxxx" before &lt;br/&gt;&gt; entering the toilet?&lt;br/&gt;&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&gt; So he said "no" but the lady insisted.&lt;br/&gt;&gt; Since he had no choice, he took out his xxxx and showed it to her.&lt;br/&gt;&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&gt; The lady said "No! No! Duit, Duit!" (money in Malay), but the Ang Moh &lt;br/&gt;&gt; misunderstood again and thought that she said "Do it! Do it!"&lt;br/&gt;&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&gt; So he asked, "Now? Here?"&lt;br/&gt;&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&gt; The lady replied "Yes, yes!" because she doesn't quite understand English.&lt;br/&gt;&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&gt; The Ang Moh thought that she wanted to have sex with him, so he stripped the &lt;br/&gt;&gt; lady and made love to her.&lt;br/&gt;&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&gt; The lady started screaming and shouted, "SAKIT! SAKIT!" (pain in Malay), and &lt;br/&gt;&gt; the Ang Moh thought it was "SUCK IT! SUCK IT!"&lt;br/&gt;&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&gt; He said "OK! I will suck it for you" and took both xxxxxx and suck them.&lt;br/&gt;&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&gt; The lady again screamed "Oh, TUHAN!" (Oh, MY GOD....in Malay). The Ang Moh &lt;br/&gt;&gt; misunderstood again. "Too HARD? OK, sweetheart, I'll be gentler a bit," the &lt;br/&gt;&gt; Ang Moh replied.&lt;br/&gt;&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&gt; Suddenly, a security guard walked by, so the lady shouted for help, "TOLONG! &lt;br/&gt;&gt; TOLONG, ENCIK!"&lt;br/&gt;&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&gt; The Ang Moh replied, "Not too long, just 6 inches only."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;one of the many emails xinhui never fails to send me.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i think international business has really gone to my head. I'M NOT EVEN HALFWAY THROUGH DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  ah yes, i'm supposed to be studying. -grumblegrumble &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;trust me to be sickpsycho. of all the free times i had on my hands, i blatantly refused to update/blog. but when it comes to crunch time, which i'm supposed to spend buried in books, i'm updating/blogging. WOWWZAAAA. omg, sweet delicious 'walrus', wallace on teeveee!!!!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;we are as different as chalk and cheese. &lt;br/&gt;but that does not mean we can't co-exist. &lt;br/&gt;if only you tried harder. &lt;br/&gt;if only...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-144921898468240803?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/144921898468240803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/144921898468240803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-much-of-update-but-update.html' title='not much of an update, but an update nonetheless'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-8573649399658402236</id><published>2007-06-28T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T23:41:46.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he makes up for everything that i'm missing out on</title><content type='html'>i always forget the effect of caffeine has on my empty stomach. shouldnt have drank that ice latte on an empty stomach. till now i feel the jitters and goshhhh i hate this feeling. it feels like my insides are jittering and chattering. &amp; the worst part there's this weird gnawing feeling in my teeth. :( :( :( :( :( this is sick. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bestie brought me a cupcake that she made. yumyumyum. :D thanks love. (tho seriously cupcakes give me such bad memories now. pfffff. try consuming 314132 SUPERDUPER pretty cupcakes for a birthday party that did not happen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh lets see, i cant really think now. cause i'm still jittery. like hello! the ice latte was nearly 12hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this sucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-8573649399658402236?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8573649399658402236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8573649399658402236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/06/he-makes-up-for-everything-that-im.html' title='he makes up for everything that i&apos;m missing out on'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-1967225982717882230</id><published>2007-06-21T19:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T19:05:45.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you all know who you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no amount of words can express how much i love the people around me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp; i realise how the people i have the longest friendships with, we met through pretty uncommon circumstances. &amp;amp; somehow thats what makes them even much more special, and our friendship as strong as it is now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love love love love love love all you sooooooooooooooo much it makes me feel all floaty and crazy. you know that feeling that creeps up on you and makes your hair stand? HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so lets see, school's starting soon, yeuch. :( :( :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm THIS washed out. in two weeks i accomplished allllllot. happy days happy days. but uh still not enough? cause sadly there are still people whom i'm supposed to make dates with, supposed to hang out with, who i reaaaaaaaaaally wanted to meet, has not fallen through at all. rahhhh. (i even missed a project date. :( sorry okay sweethearts? i'll make it up! prrrrrromise. and besides didnt you all say ive been replaced by Office 2007? -wails) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;many great photo opportunities the whole week, but hah. dad robbed me of the camera and flew off with it. raaahhhh. and i never liked camera pictures. yeuch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;if i were to update this space with allllll thats been happening the past two weeks, uh, i rather not. lazy streak coming in. but the most recent of all would be the surprise celebration of sarah&amp;bella&amp;amp;nicholas's birthdays, which i must say went pretty smoothly. :D :D :D had to pretend &amp; make up stories &amp;amp; sneak around, but it was &lt;em&gt;worth it&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;crazy day today. but we realised how the thrill was too good to be true. so many daaaaaaaaayum great memories in 5 years. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ramen song's has been on repeat a million times its dizzifying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-1967225982717882230?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/1967225982717882230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/1967225982717882230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-all-know-who-you-are.html' title='you all know who you are'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-5617543140105456073</id><published>2007-06-18T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T17:57:21.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss the simple activities. just the simple ones.</title><content type='html'>"even paris hilton doesn't party everyday" was the first thought that came to my mind when i woke up yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i'm pretty much exhausted and lazy to blog a proper entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its a &lt;strong&gt;PICTURE POST!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="534" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/DSCN0076.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="534" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/DSCN0091.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="413" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/sakaecollage.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="276" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/coffeeclubcollage.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="413" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/DSCN0106.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO FULL GROWN WOMEN PLAYING DS LITE. OH DS LITE OH DS LITE. COME TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="489" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/neoprintcollage.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="245" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/nihoncollage.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="276" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/nihoncollage2.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-5617543140105456073?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/5617543140105456073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/5617543140105456073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-miss-simple-activities-just-simple.html' title='i miss the simple activities. just the simple ones.'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-5783740374482275855</id><published>2007-06-10T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T02:48:38.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for the memories eventhough they weren't so great</title><content type='html'>/edit: i nearly ran all the way home. started hopping around in front of the main door while waiting for someone to open the door for me. the min my dad opened the door, i left my shoes there and dashed off to the loo leaving everything behind. skinnies are never the best to wear when you're desperate to tear all off. and thennn...... it was pure rrrrrelief. why do i always get into such a fix? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch My Fair Lady all over again. Audrey Hepburn = lurrrrrrrrrve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......but i cant seem to find the vcd. must be the imperial moo moo got rid of it. BAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i'm THISSS close to reading finish all of jodi picoult's books. :D&lt;br /&gt;to think i first discovered her a nong nong ago by &lt;em&gt;chance&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my sister's keeper was the first book. &lt;em&gt;they say the first is always special.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there was salt, but it started to taste better when there was pepper.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, by myself, I'm nothing special. But with you, I think I could be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Nineteen Minutes, Jodi Picoult&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually this quote deserves a whole entry by itself dont you think so? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-5783740374482275855?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/5783740374482275855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/5783740374482275855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-cloudy-when-you-look-into-past.html' title='thanks for the memories eventhough they weren&apos;t so great'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-4084060981008582695</id><published>2007-06-08T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:43:14.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>treasure chest full of love</title><content type='html'>relieved beyond relief or whattttttttttttttttttttt. :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could paste a million :D :D :D :D and it still wouldnt be enough.&lt;br /&gt;BUT HAHA, FOR THE FUN OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face is about to break into pieces from the big smile i have plastered on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEEHHOHOHOHEEHEEHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats cause, ITS TERM BREAK YO! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, FOLLOW ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAHHH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this term has been complacency at its best. churning reports like a bloody robot at the very last min. half of the time i was just bullshitting my way through. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS TERM BREAK. SCHOOL'S OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would not trade it for 700+bucks (*WINKS) or even the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrecious two weeks of holiday is jammed back to back. me lovvve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*settlers with the boys and amanda.&lt;br /&gt;*shopping date with khaiyisha.&lt;br /&gt;*rollerblading with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;*shopping and foodie paradise and SINGSINGOURLUNGSOFF with jie.&lt;br /&gt;*shopping and hanging out with the bestie.&lt;br /&gt;*Fantastic 4 with the 'Fabulous 5' &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(tho errrr me &amp; fantastic 4? no link no link. but anything for momo! :D tho i really really really really wish he could come with us to settlers. it'll be even more fun, tease him and jack him till he dies. HAHA.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*shopping with edwin &amp;amp; co. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*sarah &amp;amp; nic's birthdays! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i get to see sit, ks, azhar and amalia this holidays toooo. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg the bestie and i laughed sooooo much and soooo hard till we nearly died in the middle of the night last night. HAHAHA. and the worst part was that i was trying so damn hard to laugh silently. pffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS PURE BLISS OR WHATTTTTTTTTTT. :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-4084060981008582695?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/4084060981008582695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/4084060981008582695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/06/treasure-chest-full-of-love.html' title='treasure chest full of love'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-7841805006960626984</id><published>2007-06-01T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:08:06.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i went awwwww..... :D</title><content type='html'>just thought that its worth a read. this is why Mothers will always be that one special person forever and ever and ever. :D its the world's most challenging underpaid job EVER, and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KUDOS TO YOU MUMMMMY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Job Description:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;POSITION:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOB DESCRIPTION:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long-term team players needed for challenging permanent work in an often chaotic environment.&lt;br /&gt;Candidates must possess excellent communication and organizational skills and be willing to work variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends and frequent 24-hour shifts on call.&lt;br /&gt;Some overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping sites on rainy weekends, away sports matches and occasional visits to casualty.&lt;br /&gt;Travel expenses not reimbursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RESPONSIBILITIES:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must provide on-the-site training in basic life skills, such as nose-blowing and shoe-tying. Must have strong skills in negotiating, conflict resolution and crisis management. Ability to treat flesh wounds a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be able to think outside of the box but not lose track of the box, because you most likely will need it for a school project. Must reconcile petty cash disbursements and be proficient in managing budgets and resources fairly, unless you want to hear, `He got more than me? for the rest of your life. Also, must be able to drive motor vehicles safely under loud and adverse conditions while simultaneously practicing above-mentioned skills in conflict resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be able to withstand criticism, such as `You don't know anything.? Must be willing to be hated at least temporarily, until someone needs extra pocket money for the cinema. Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly. Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the garden are not someone just crying wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zips. Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and co-ordinate production of multiple homework projects. Must have ability to plan and organise social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks. Must be willing to be indispensable one minute, an embarrassment the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys and battery operated devices. Also, must have a highly energetic entrepreneurial spirit, because fund-raiser will be your middle name. Must have diverse general knowledge, so as to answer questions such as `What makes the wind move?? spontaneously. Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst. Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end product. Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT AND PROMOTION:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtually none. Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills, so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;None required, unfortunately. On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAGES AND COMPENSATION:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; You pay them, offering frequent raises and bonuses. A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption that college will help them become financially independent. When you die, you give them whatever is left.&lt;br /&gt;The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BENEFITS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;While no health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered, the job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth and free hugs for life if you play your cards right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-7841805006960626984?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/7841805006960626984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/7841805006960626984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-went-awwwww-d.html' title='i went awwwww..... :D'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-7186831300002759471</id><published>2007-05-30T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T00:31:02.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so slack this semester, i'm gonna screw myself over it one day</title><content type='html'>i'm supposed to be either &lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;(a)&lt;/b&gt; sleeping  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;(b)&lt;/b&gt; writing one of the 4, or is it 5 reports? due, uh, soon. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;but instead, i find myself lusting over the ds lite on the net after every few words i type onto MS Word. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;HA-HA-HA. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;can so foresee many sleepless nights. rushing and panicking like a mad cowwwwwwwww before the deadlines.  :( :( :( &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;tomorrow is suchhhh a longggggg day. wednesdays can be suchhh a drag. -yawns. 4 straight hours of calculus whee. -yawns.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;this entry serves no purpose. its just making me feel even more guilty for being super underproductive.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;HOKAYYYY LAAAAAAA. since i'm sick of lusting after the ds lite and staring at my very forlorn-looking report, i shall go turn in and read my book, chick lit nonetheless. and maybe dream of dong dong dong jr. are you happy now jie? i did &lt;b&gt;(a) &lt;/b&gt;update, errr, not that this counts for one, but its gonna do for now &lt;b&gt;(b)&lt;/b&gt; is gonna hopefully dream of dong dong jr. :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-7186831300002759471?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/7186831300002759471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/7186831300002759471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-so-slack-this-semester-im-gonna.html' title='i&apos;m so slack this semester, i&apos;m gonna screw myself over it one day'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-513121225962199973</id><published>2007-05-17T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:08:00.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>green pastures</title><content type='html'>i almost had to tear myself into 4 today. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mom wanted me to go shop with her.&lt;br /&gt;the bestie was going for her dermatologist appt and sooooo she wanted to town with me.&lt;br /&gt;the boys wanted to watch Blades of Glory.&lt;br /&gt;the erjie asked me along to dajie's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and uhhhh. me? i really, really, really wished i could tear myself into 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i got super persuaded by the boys to watch Blades of Glory with them. the rose among the thorns. i nearly became a thorn. sorrry luhhh edwin i never watch it with you, who ask you to become napfa tester, or else you'll be one of us who was creating a ruckus laughing at the movie! i treat you GULA GULA from the mamak shop okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say its like psp heaven whenever i'm around them. makes me even more tempted to get the ds lite. :( compete puzzle bubble against jacky. and i lost. IT WAS A CLOSE FIGHT HOKAY. :( :( :( and edmund kept showing me pictures of cats, trying to trick me that they were lions and tigers. my ass. i'm gullible but not THAT gullible hokay. we reached cathay like JUST nice in time for the movie and we managed to snag tickets for the 7 of us. and i thought it was gonna be impossible. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the parental units after the movie. i can be suchhhhh a softie when it comes to my mom. tho i alwaysssss have such a short fuse whenever we talk abt something. as they say, the closer we are to the person, the larger the ability to hurt that person. :( all because we know each others flaws, shortcomings and what makes each other tick tooo well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you could say that i at least managed to make two sets of people happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crescent days are remembered all too fondly. :D how sarah &amp; me used to wake up soooo early for school, all because we take AGES. and i really mean AGES just to get to school. a 5-10min walk can become a 20-30mins walk EASILY. we would walk to the back of the school and we could even take short breaks by sitting by the roadside. always laughing crazily over GODKNOWSWHAT at that unearthly time of the day. mrs seah's ever favourite sentence "girrrrrrls, please remember that you are ladies &amp; leaders of the future" sooooooo many fond memories. too many to be named. girls school days are alwayyys the best. would not trade it for the world. one thing's for sure, if lucy tan knew she would be so proud of me for sticking through with calculus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever wished that there were things you should have done differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of the many things i wished i had done differently, i make sure that i'm more forgiving, more caring, more patient, more loving....... and made sure that my love for them would always be made known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayeeeeeeeeeeee. anyone know of any good stand up comedy in singapore? i wanna wanna wanna wanna goooooooooooo watchhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-513121225962199973?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/513121225962199973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/513121225962199973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/05/green-pastures.html' title='green pastures'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-8177679572607246495</id><published>2007-05-12T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T00:50:39.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've always been here</title><content type='html'>kjahdsjshdaflkjalkjfdalkdsfjlkajflkaflkajdsflkja&lt;br /&gt;kjzhxkJHZjdxhashdeiwysdlkgsalkdghwalkenrnbaekjfn&lt;br /&gt;LKDSAASJdejeqifhalkehflkdsajflkajsdfrlaewfkjfLKA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN BORED PUH-LEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;askjdkajsdkjaslkdjaslkjoiejjaslkfdjaslkdnakjsekljas&lt;br /&gt;alsjdlkajweoiaksnclkjelkjglkajewjlkasjelkjasejjaosj&lt;br /&gt;lajsdlkajwenalksjejmdlkjvlajesroijeijiaSLdlakalskie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN BORED STILL PUH-LEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alksjdlkajsrjkajrslkjarkjajelkasjelkaslkdaslkakskak&lt;br /&gt;aioeahjrlkafskadsfoiajeoijaerijalkejrlajslkdjaslkdj&lt;br /&gt;loihsafkjnerihoamslkcmaslkjdaoijsoeijasoiejashelhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. TYPING RANDOMLY ACTUALLY MAKES ME HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;as dong would say it, H-A-P-P-Y HAPPY! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lets see, school has been pretty much school. i was suuuper ON about going for calculus on wednesday, but no thanks to amandada and edwin who literally dragged me out of school. :( :( :( :( :( so i ended up going home, like 4hours earlier than expected, askljdlkasjasdj. dumped my stuff and went for a super fulfilling long long long walk. with the trusty ipod and pink nalgene. walked and walked and walked and walked with no direction in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung out at jie's after school on thursday. :D :D :D stocked up on bubble tea and went over. the weather is killing me these days! i want a built-in aircon above my head. this jie of mine is under house arrest till may ends. YUCKS. i so wanna drag her out. :( i wanna get black geeky glasses, THEN dong and me will have matching pairs. :D :D :D JIEEEEEEEEE AH, MAY QUICKLY END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="373" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/besties.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday I MET THE BESTIE! :D we had KOREAN! for dinner. extra chewy korean rice cakes &amp; superb kimchi &amp;amp; my favvvvvvvvvve kimchi noodles. lovelovelove. she had no mood to shop. and nothing caught my eye. after hunting for her dvds, we ended up at billy bombers for MILKSHAKES! and cheese fries. :D VANILLA MILKSHAKE. MY LURRRRRVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="259" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/korean.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="221" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/besties2.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="217" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/billybombers.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="600" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/DSCN0712.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jack &amp;amp; edwin are quiet tonight, thank god. cause yesterday they were belting out random emo tunes over msn. -.- i can die please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, HAH, i woke up a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;G.G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; GRUMPY GRRRL. cause the parents were out when i woke up. when i thought we were SUPPOSEDLY supposed to go out to celebrate dad's birthday, and mothers' day. AND &lt;strong&gt;I CANCELLED PLANS TO GO ROLLERBLADING AT ECP&lt;/strong&gt; just for them. so i called dad, still a verrrrhhhhh grumpy grrrl. to find out that they just went teeveee hunting first. hah. :P soooooooooo we did go out afterall. :D gave the imperial moo moo a chance to choose where to eat, so we ended up at sanur. what a no brainer, cause she loves sanur. and aha! i got my slippers! like finally! the OMG-ITS-JUST-DAMN-SLIPPERS-WHY-SO-HARD-TO-GET. hahahaha. searched for good deals for brother's psp. and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. i wanna go rollerblading laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyways, i'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; close to getting myself a pink DS Lite. iwannaiwannaiwannaiwannaiwannaiwanna. :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shar would get me one but there wont be any birthday presents for 15 years. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;dad would get me one when he gets to see my results LIKE HUH, THE SEM JUST STARTED! :(&lt;br /&gt;sohail would get me one if i could make one night free for supper. LIKE OMG, i dont like suppers. and, WHERE GOT SUCH A GOOD DEAL ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the above are just lying. I BET. hahahahahahahhahahahahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i've been getting nosebleeds like DAILY these days. :( usually the nosebleeds, i must have either touched the nose or dug my nose or WHATEVER IT IS, something must have come into contact with the nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...................... these days, for no rhyme and reason it just bleeds. like today, i was happily sleeping. TO SUDDENLY BE WOKEN UP in fright, cause there was a pool of blood on my pillow and the blood was dripping just like water from the tap. and it took so much longer for the bleeding to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhh. i'm gonna die soon people. dont miss me. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-8177679572607246495?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8177679572607246495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8177679572607246495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-always-been-here.html' title='i&apos;ve always been here'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-5055973942867652410</id><published>2007-05-07T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T14:44:52.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two days mc from the not-so-heartless-afterall doctor // one sick bunny</title><content type='html'>i was all ready for school, makeup - check!, clothes - check!, books - check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but didnt end up going to school, a detour to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.8deg fever, flu, cough &amp; diarrhoea all rolled in one. nice package huh.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since sat night, &amp;amp; the fever is still not going away. health is wealth as they say. or rather i'm just super suayyyyy. what a sucky weekend it has been. :( someone send me my dong dong dong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished sending diana tan the project groupings for comp mgmt and to the loves the powerpoint for the crm presentation later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mom stays sooooo far away from me like i as though i've got some airborne disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to burrow back into bed. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-5055973942867652410?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/5055973942867652410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/5055973942867652410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-sick-bunny.html' title='two days mc from the not-so-heartless-afterall doctor // one sick bunny'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-6046150874770391978</id><published>2007-05-06T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:02:41.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the runny nose turned into a full blown fever and flu. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only been half an hour since i got up, and i cant stand it already. off to burrow back into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-6046150874770391978?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/6046150874770391978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/6046150874770391978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/05/runny-nose-turned-into-full-blown-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-8235685295954469935</id><published>2007-05-05T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:53:30.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girl fight</title><content type='html'>someone please award me the world's runniest nose now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nose can jolly well join a marathon at the rate its going. :( rahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. i turned down clubbing, i turned out hanging out with the cousins, i turned down milo dinosaur invitation. :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddddddddddddddd i couldnt go near my cute weetle baby cousin just now. rahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. he's so cute please. :D :D :D :D :D :D such a smiley little bundle of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingting has got training tmr, so she cant tell me stories now. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best friend told me to "stop being so nice to people. you're too nice to everyoneeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;you're always doing things for people &amp; never ever think bout urself. den its like u never bother whether u get hurt or not." &amp;amp; so i shall listen to her. if you find me not nice, blame her okay. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nenenenewayyyys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;You can't wait to fall in love with me&lt;br /&gt;This just can't be summer love, you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love justin. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i kinda forgot the purpose of this blog entry. blame the nose. BUBBBBYE.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. the person who die die wants a milo dinosaur at this hour is bugging me and wants to be my chauffeur and that he'll be able to cure my nose in 1/2 hr. should i should i? NOOOOOOOOOOO. MY NOSE IS KILLING ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-8235685295954469935?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8235685295954469935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8235685295954469935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/05/girl-fight.html' title='girl fight'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-6684325831321847452</id><published>2007-05-05T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T22:36:46.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i didnt forget ; the world's most immaculate plans crushed</title><content type='html'>some lies had to be fabricated. i would call them white lies no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got up bright and early to run some errands. so now i'm bushed. like majorly. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cancellation fee for the room at ritz was disgussssting, what can i do when i only found out last night yes, i shall just pretend i donated all the money to some charity org, to save myself the heartache of paying for something that is not gonna happen afterall &amp; now i have 22 of the most prettiest cupcakes at my disposal. ate 5 of them with the 5 discriminating letters at one shot. and now i'm stuffed. yucks. even the prettiest cupcakes can be toooooo much when you eat 5 of them at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that, i just gotta be thankful that at least i saved myself.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OFF TO SEE THE BABY COUSIN LATER. TEEHEEHEE. HE'S SO CUTE. OMGXXXZZZX!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry dajie i cant visit you today. :( go read the stacks of fashion mags and entertainment mags in your cupboard please. i'll see you soooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the parents are thinking of moving. not that its a bad thing now to think of it. i can get rid of some stuff, be it emotionally or physically. :D :D :D bestest still if we migrate. that'll be DA BOMB. hahahahahaa. i can see people all holding hammers now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; everytime i tell jack the abang bear to make me laugh, he'll attempt to fart. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am definitely gonna go ahead with calculus. anything to boost my credentials. even though i bet now half of them are all dropping. den i'll have the cosiest smallest lecture class everrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh, i'm so tired -drops dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-6684325831321847452?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/6684325831321847452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/6684325831321847452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/05/worlds-most-immaculate-plans-crushed.html' title='i didnt forget ; the world&apos;s most immaculate plans crushed'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-7889458188075686368</id><published>2007-05-03T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:06:02.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catered to you</title><content type='html'>spent labour day with dajie at the hospital, taught her how to play sudoku &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(YES SHE ACTUALLY DIDNT KNOW IT EXISTS -faints!)&lt;/span&gt;, laughed madly over the craziest videos of the boys, lied in bed with her watching the debut of mars vs venus, watched the rerun of hai tun, watched some bai fen bai. fought with the chicken for her dinner. talked a whole lot nonsense. &amp; thennnn.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... i cabbed home -.- -.- -.- to think i just said no cabs anymore. but it was late! &amp;amp; I HAD TO RUSH MY STUPID REPORT which had a much earlier deadline than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&gt;:(              &gt;:(             &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&gt;:(               &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdjaskdjajsdj. freaked out over the darn report &amp; went to sleep in the wee hours, and with the least sleep in the whole world, woke up for school. asdkjadkjasd. exhausted to the maximum. so you all can stop asking me if i'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sacrifices i make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but annnnnyways, when i saw jie today, it was a vast difference. she was in so much pain. :( :( :( i've never felt &lt;strong&gt;THIS &lt;/strong&gt;helpless before. :( :( :( everytime she winced in pain, i winced too. :( and there was nothing i can do to help make her feel better. haiiiiiiiiiiii. :( :( :( i could cry seeing the pain she was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, all i can do is go accompany her everyday, go all cartoon with erjie &amp;amp; sarah and hopefully help her forget her excruciating pain for that little while. :( and pray for speedy recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIE, GAMBATTE! get welllllll soon soon soon. so we can all have the steamboat you've been craving to have, so we can watch the spiderman 3 and 200pounds beauty that you made me promise you that i'll watch with you, and our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;many many many&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shopping trips, and so we can go sing our lungs off again, and hk cafe-ing for as many times as you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuttling to school home and hospital, i feel like i'm gonna admit myself into hospital too. hahahahahahaha. touchie wood touchie wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hospital hospital all the time, the closest to shopping erjie and me got today was walking around looking for food. lol. no shopping, i get to do grocery shopping i also H-A-P-P-Y happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crm lecturer can jolly well join LOONEY TUNES la please. her lecture today was soooooooooooo animated i could die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you fade away slowly....................... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdkjaskdjas, K LA I HAVE TO EDIT SHAR'S REPORT NOW. KTHANXBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-7889458188075686368?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/7889458188075686368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/7889458188075686368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/05/catered-to-you.html' title='catered to you'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-8301352197621315986</id><published>2007-05-01T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T00:55:55.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="620" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/collage1jpeg.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="667" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/P1090071.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos from dinner (a couple weeks back?) with the usual sicko brothers - shar &amp; jack, and my 3 GIRLFRIENDDDDS :D :D :D hahaha yes, i finally got the photos from ting. D: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; thats her looking abso-adorable, like some cute weetle girl with huge mommie's sunnies on. hahaha. more like my LOVELOVELOVEgf with my sunnies on. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/DSCN0659-edited.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a package full of love to the dajie. I LURRRVE SENDING SURPRISES THRU MAIL! teeheeheehee. :D :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/bootiesoverload.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;preparing the shoe covers (i rather call them booties) for the fire drill the next day. uhhh, to cover our dust-free shoes so that we can walk out of the building for the fire drill? &amp; the laptop was all swamped with the booties, with doh, dong being ohsocute on my screensaver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aaaaannnyways, the fire drill was like MY HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY! we were counting down and counting down to the fire drill. get out of the freeeezing office &amp;amp; waste some time = happppppy me &amp; happppy xin hui. we were like the two most egggcited people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/DSCN0663.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cutest ever chocs or what?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="937" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/collate1jpeg.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;last day of ipp! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D 11 weeks of the most routine life ever. with my SUPERcute chicken pencil holder. a lame attempt at prettifying the deskarea. &amp;amp; YA YA YA YA I KNOWWWW, i look so paultwohill with in that last shot. my fringe was so happy for me that it was flopping around. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="409" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/supervisorcert.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certificates for our supervisors. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="628" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/certnurul.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genius nurul &amp; genius xinhui = genius certs &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT SERRRRRIOUSLY, EVERYONE SHOULD BE FRRRRICKKIN PROUD I DID NOT TAKE A SINGLE MC. I'M SO BLOODY PROUD OF MYSELF. -PATS ENTHUSIASTICALLY TILL I COUGH &amp;amp; CHOKE, &amp; heyyyy gilbert, YOU AS A MSC TEAM MATE SHOULD BE EVEN MORE PROUD HOKAY! lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so proud of myself i still cant believe it. :S :S :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="658" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/certqiuyan.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;unfinished cert of qiu yan's, no letterhead, no company stamp yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="661" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/certfelicia.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;same goes with fel.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="760" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/collage1jpeg-1.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the celebratory dinner at sizzlers. the boys were as usuuuual, being a waiter's WORST and i really mean WORST nightmare, fart jokes all around. it was such crazy dinner please. we were stuffed to the maxxxx. &amp;amp; after paying the bill, we were crooning and singing to damn old pop songs, think B. Spears &amp; Westlife &amp;amp; M2M, too stuffed to move an inch. all walked out with 5months pregnant bellies, i was seriously gonna hurl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;weird photobucket has a tendency to warp the photos! look at my 'puny' eyes. IT REALLY WASNT LAAAAAA. photobucketphotobucket, what can i say about you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;photos: (1&amp;2) random shots (3) jt jt jt jt! :D (4) shar brandishing the knife at jacky's throat, while jack lamenting over his puny chicken (5) jt at her cutest! :D (6) &amp;amp; shar must be chanting a mantra "do not puke do not puke do not puke" hahahahahaha when i say we were stuffed, we were reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally stuffed. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp; SOOOOO TODAY WAS BACK TO SCHOOL YO!!!!!! it felt damn claustrophobic cause there were like people EVERYWHEREEEEE. :( and because a lecturer got into a car accident this morning, we had a long break just now. &amp;amp; guessssss what the boys decided to play? indian poker. with forfeit. &amp; i was unlucky once. choked on the superspicyTONSofchilli&amp;amp;soysauce mix. JACK, YOU SHOULD BE FEELING GUILTY! &gt;:( it would have been so much better if i didnt choke, but i did, which resulted in me coughing like it depended on my dear life &amp; tearing from the manypainfulcoughs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; thennnnnnn, off i went to see jie in hospital. ahhh sighhhh that silly girl was admitted to hospital yesterday, a recurring case of pneumothorax i guess? tho she doesnt know anything still. WHY DO DOCS NOT TALK TO PATIENTS ABT HOW THEY'RE DOING?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;gonna spend labour day accompanying her at the hospital tmr. shall arm myself with stuff to entertain ourselves tmr. :D what to dooooo, i love my dajie too much too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES OH YES. just nice my uncle sent me an mms of my cousin. OMG HE'S SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! -squeals. aslkdjaskldjasjd he's so cute he's so cute!!!! -bites! -bites! -bites! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="413" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/rifqialfian.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;okay off to hunt for stuff to bring tmr. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-8301352197621315986?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8301352197621315986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8301352197621315986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/04/waiting.html' title='waiting'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-8815741640380642501</id><published>2007-04-29T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:41:00.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swaying away on the dancefloor</title><content type='html'>i'm pretty sleepy now, but i'm being all indignant about going to sleep, just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been refreshing and refreshing spree pages, but nooooo, none of the sprees i want are open. :( :( :( i just wanna spendddddddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first sat in months that i'm HOMEEEE! :D :D :D which, i spent sleeping the day away btw.&lt;br /&gt;3am - 2+pm&lt;br /&gt;4+pm - 7pm&lt;br /&gt;omg, i'm a pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooozy doooozy i shall pop a panadol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH OKAY, I SHALL GO WATCH MY DVDS NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. this is not the intended blog post, but i kinda gave up on the REAL blog post with all pictures from this week &amp; stuff &amp;amp; blah blah. will post that tomorrow, hopefully :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. as much as i devour all the news about the vtech shooting, i think the news should just stop, the neverending press on the story is kinda glorifying his deed........ :S not that i'm not ever sympathising with the victims &amp; their families. but think about it,&lt;br /&gt;the passing of 30+ people in virginia = the whole world's grieving for them, but when so many more people are getting killed in iraq........ i dont really see such big fanfare &amp;amp; fuss abt it.&lt;br /&gt;:( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH YEAH, IPP'S OVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! HURRRRRRRRRRRAH!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-8815741640380642501?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8815741640380642501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8815741640380642501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/04/swaying-away-on-dancefloor.html' title='swaying away on the dancefloor'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-5384094706943424675</id><published>2007-04-22T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T02:31:42.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the grass is greener on the other side</title><content type='html'>back from bbq around midnightish. WELL WHAT CAN I SAY. PASIR RIS IS LIKE AT THE OTHER END OF THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. i'm actually torn between IWISHIHAVEDIARRHOEASOBADICANTAKEMCONMONDAY and AHHHHIWISHIDONTHAVETOSITONTHETOILETBOWL. lol. all because of the weird tasting soft soft otak otak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hahahahaha. i had the weirdest bbq food evvvvvvver.........prata. LOL. jacky was so frickkin proud of his prata, which eventually ended up in my tummy, first dibs first dibs, with all the carbon in the world. cause it was kinda burnt. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo.... i am having calculus next sem afterall, gggggreat. dad asked me two days ago if i wanna go overseas to further my studies. wwwwwwwwwwwwwhat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get all teary eyed when i read &lt;em&gt;sweet &lt;/em&gt;entries of couples who've gone through so much and deserves soooooo much to be happy. well, lets just say i'm a softie........... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-5384094706943424675?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/5384094706943424675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/5384094706943424675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/04/grass-is-greener-on-other-side.html' title='the grass is greener on the other side'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-756822758858556437</id><published>2007-04-20T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:44:03.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the heart's soaring</title><content type='html'>OH ME GOOOOSH! photobucket makes my pretty photos look all warped, blurred or pixelised!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:( not satisfied, go here --&gt; &lt;a href="http://s80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/"&gt;http://s80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: some parts of this entry was written nearly two weeks ago, i think? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Procrastinator&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me prevailed! but heyyyy, i finalllllly finished the entry! so the timeframe might seem a little weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaahhh, i really have to resort to blogging on MS word during my free time at work. Or else. i’ll never update this graveyard of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been so long since i’ve updated properly that i have acquired another baby cousin &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(heeheehee, I will squishhhhhh that lil bundle of joy. heeheehee),&lt;/span&gt; finished watching My Girl &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(LEE JUNKI = HOTNESS)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(tho felicia and me will never stop bickering over his niang-ness),&lt;/span&gt; started watching yet another korean show, Man of the Vineyard, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Eun Hye is so tanned in this one, its weird)&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;million&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dates with the loved ones, had a short getaway to enjoy the sun &amp; sea &amp;amp; its yet another month in my verhhhh ‘pink wordy’ organizer. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pink words = social life, brown words = school, purple words = public holidays!)&lt;/span&gt; :P WELCOME APRIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XINHUI, NO PEEPING. yo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u wanna read. re&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ad when i &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;update. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways life has been soooo happening that my &lt;strong&gt;MBS&lt;/strong&gt; is begging for rest. &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;ind &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;ody and &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;oul i mean. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Warning: super long entry ahead. Visuals overload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (made collages to ease your eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE in bullets: (well, long bullets that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• sisters day on the 8th! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• hah, I’ll never forget the stupid evening on the 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super funny &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(tho at my expense)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; + embarrassing + BIGGEST BLONDE MOMENT EVER = &lt;strong&gt;never will tell you what happened&lt;/strong&gt;. Pffffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know, they cant stop laughing at my stupidity. :( :( whatever it is, for those who don’t know, cut the long story short, I ended up in sengkang when I should be in yew tee. Whateverrrr. :( so met the best friend at vivo since I was such an angstykidzZzZ@hotmail.com after ending up at sengkang. She couldn’t stop laughing at my neverending bad luck. Laughed even more when I had to call her through a payphone which I miserably had to comb the whole of Compasspoint to find one. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• gathering at grandma’s on the 10th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gran’s moving, so we dug out all the old albums to take home. Hot figures of moms/funny hairstyles of dads/childhood pictures of aunts/uncles. Even postcards from my dad from around the world to his younger brothers. Dad sent one postcard from Vancouver to remind his little rascals of brothers - one to study for his PSLE. And another, to stop being so naughty. Nearly 20 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a picture of me, maybe 2-3 years old, when I still had my headful of big soft curls. Sitting precociously on the top of the kitchen cabinet. Smiling for all its worth. Could have been awarded the cheesiest smile. Ahhhh damn, I feel sad just thinking abt gran moving. 19 years of my life, I spent so many Hari Raya’s there, stayed over weekends there, sleeping my gran’s big vintage bed (it was heeee-uge to me when I was a kid hokay), visiting the gran out of the blue on my own as I got older, granddad &amp; great gran’s funerals, a gazillion food feasts &amp;amp; how can I forget the time I spent there monkeying around with the cousins at the playground. I was almost a boy. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have your life partner pass on before you do, something so heartbreaking, a feeling i hope i'll never find out. selfish no? everytime i look at my grandma, i'm reminded of how my granddad's not here anymore. though she's surrounded by this big family. but ultimately we cant all be here all the time. leaving her all alone still. my heart breaks everytime i think about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• shopping + coffee club + hk café with dajie, sarah the dasao &amp; nicholas the didi on the 17th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPPOSED TO MEET MEL PLEASE. :( but she couldn’t make it. ah damn. she’s gonna take forever to come back from Japan the next time. :( it ended up being the few of us. Cause some people couldn’t make it. but NEHHHHHMIND WE HAD FUN! sometimes I marvel at the nonsense that comes out of my mouth. We couldn’t stop laughing the whole time out. :D like jie says “I LOVE OUR FAMILY!” :D (after today, I realized that dong is in danger with sarah around. Gotta keep him out of reach! HEEHEEHEE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; oh oh oh! Jie &amp; me managed some shopping before meeting sarah &amp;amp; nic. :D :D :D :D we snapped up two pairs of heels each in &lt;strong&gt;recorddddd&lt;/strong&gt; time. Hop from one shop to the opposite. we maniamrojakmamak! (inside joke) :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• results on the 19th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn’t really care less about the results. Hahahahahahha. But thank god my gpa didn’t go down or remained stagnant. It increased even! &lt;strong&gt;HURRAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• dinner at billy bombers with the loves from school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacky &amp; shar are still the sick duo. All the crazy jokes about the pink pussy cat &amp;amp; Sophia &amp; steaks being well done or medium = crazy mad laughing hyenas. Edwin-winnie, you seriously missed out on a wholeeeeeeeeeeeee lotttttttttttt of laughter. THE NEXT TIME WE’RE MEETING = ATTENDANCE IS COMPULSORY! Tingting hunny bunny, you have not sent me the photos stilllll. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Saturday with dajie on the 24th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposedly supposed to be our weekly family shareholders meeting. But hah. the workaholic duo = vannie the er jie &amp;amp; momsy hen were both – doh! working. so :( :( :( :( please. So dajie and me decided to spend yet another quality Saturday together. We managed to satisfied our hk café cravings tho! :D :D :D &amp; dajie got us the CUTEST CUTEST CUTEST hello kitty solar blinking keychain everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I never knew such a thing even existed. I’m gonna sub one of the photos with one of our cute family. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Dinner on Sunday with the dad mom and bro on the 25th - super bloated beyond words. I was gonna hurlllll. &gt;:( but ahh well, I havnt had a dinner with the parents &amp;amp; brother in suchhhh a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Sakae feast + neoprints mania with Felicia, xinhui &amp; qiu qiu qiu yan on Thursday &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;which nearly didn’t happen…… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all because I wasn’t feeling well. Fever oncoming in full speed. Skipped lunch and slept in the office, but nooooooooo, it was still as bad. So was sent off to the first aid room after lunch, cause I adamantly didn’t wanna go home. HAHA. What an irony. (if not for the fact I promised the girls we’ll go sakae feasting &amp;amp; neoprints, I would have jumped at the chance to go home. TEEHEEHEE.) and, the super corny Milton had to say “Welcome to Showa Denko Hotel” -.- but I couldn’t care less. I GOT TO REST! Zonked out in the dark scary first aid room for 2 hours :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt a tad better, and the good friend I am &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I know I know, self praise is no praise, BUT IT’S A GALLANT EFFORT OKAY!)&lt;/span&gt;, off we went to sakae after work! :D qiu qiu qiu yan = peas queen (to think dee, chelle &amp; me used to laugh a whole lot when the peas rolled by on the conveyor belt) it was quite addiktive, the peas I mean! :P ate and ate and ate and ate till I felt sick. Gossip gossip gossip. &amp;amp; they laughed at my cao mei. Cause its too cute for words. Like whattttttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="694" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/collage-1.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the peas / peas queeeen qiu qiu &amp; felicia the second-in-line to the throne / qiu qiu's verhhhh disgusting looking soy sauce &amp;amp; wasabi &amp; susssshishi rice, fel's not so disgusting looking soy sauce &amp;amp; my verhhhh pretty one / before &amp; after / SI NU REN xin hui &amp;amp; yourstruly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annnnnywayyyys, the first neoprint was a disaster. Dissatisfied, we took another. Mwahahaha. the fonts were very me tho. :D now the neos are gracing the wallpaper on the laptop at work. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Saturday &amp; Sunday was spent at sultan shoal lighthouse island with the family. An island of our own. the sky was so blueeeeeeeeee, with pretty fluffy clouds. The sun was shining so damn brightly it hurts. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. AND HOW CAN I FORGET. The ugly tan line the SS (STUPID SUN) gave me on my feet. HAHAHA. (okay the sun is not stupid) after realizing the SUPER DUPER FAST TAN I WAS RECEIVING, I remembered, &lt;strong&gt;OH NO! I’M WEARING A BANGLE&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahahahahaha. Freak. It did leave a tan line, but not that obvious. Thank god. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boat ride was damn fun tho! The color of the sea was soooooooooo damn pretty! :D :D :D the clouds were so damn fluffy!!!! I could eat them, well they do look like candy floss! :P tho the boat ride back to shore on Sunday was like rocky cause the waters were so choppy. The closest I will get to a rollercoaster. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA! Ming’s birthday was on Saturday too. Two birthday cakes for a greedy birthday boy. We had an evil plan in mind, BUT NOOOOOO WE DIDN’T GET TO SABO HIM. KLJASDKLJASDKJASKDJASKD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pretty funny antics throughout the two days. Like the marshmallows askdjaskdjasj. And faiz, FOREVER BEING SO DAMN FUNNY AS THE NIGHT GETS LATER. Lol. As Reen says “faiz in the day is pretty lame. But at night, he’s damn funny. The later it gets in the night, the more funnier he gets” watch him play mahjong, rather funny ah! Oh ya, I got to MAHJONG MAHJONG MAHJONG! :D :D :D :D but still not enough please. &gt;:( Because the boys wanted to &amp;amp; spent A WHOLE LOT OF TIME &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FISHING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes fishing! Day time fish, night time fish, in the middle of the night fish. AHASJDASJDKASHFJKSHF. On Sunday morning I was super duper tired and bored of fishing I just sat and fell asleep at the jetty. Holding on to reen’s hp blasting music &amp; a fishing line. I kept waking up thinking some fish was tugging onto it, but noooo, it was actually me nodding off. Pffffffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, if only we could have stayed for all 4 nights. :( curse ipp, curse ayyub’s work, curse ming’s camp, curse brother’s school. It would then have been a lottttt more fun. Cause then we would get to explore the lagoon when its low tide. Picked more shells for the gran. Played more mahjong. Played more Taboo. Talked a lot more nonsense &amp;amp; well, they can fish some more for all I care. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="701" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/collage2copy.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bored in the car while waiting for some fishing supplies shop to open before we head over to the west coast jetty to take the boat - first shot: i sweaaaar i didnt mean to look like a tortoise, it.... just happened... / second shot: THATS ALOT BETTER. :D :D / brother with his guitar &amp; pda -.- / BOAT RIDE!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="625" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/collage1.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;uncles gazing into the horizon while waiting for the boat to whiskkkkk us away. :D/ second &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp; third: boat rideeee :D :D :D / uncle &amp; ayyub / ayyub &amp;amp; reen / fluffyfluffy cloud, felt like i could reach out &amp; eat them like cotton candy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="624" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/collage3.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;WE'RE REACHING WE'RE REACHINGGGG!!! / scenery / fishingfishingfishing supplies / ayyub &amp;amp; bro playing PS2 -.- / fifth &amp; sixth: lagoon, uh huh uh huhh, the infamous lagoon where i got stung by a jellyfish the last time we came here. boooo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="802" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/collage4.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;first &amp;amp; second: surroundings, jetty &amp; lagoon / third &amp;amp; fourth: preparing for the bbq! / last two: GONNA PLAY SOME MAHJONG YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D bedhead birthday boy AKA ming arranging the tiles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="619" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/collage6.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;guess guess guess what the freak is that?! WORRRRRMS. lol. gotta poke poke it for the worm to come out. yucks. it looks a little like a centipede actually. at least i learnt something new abt fishing / second &amp; third: POSING POSING POSING. camwhores. the uncle's too cute, tho got blocked by ayyub, AYYUB!!!, with peace signs in the air. hahahaha. and ming, your face ah, really needs to be slapped! :P / fishing fishing fishing / well they could have told me that before i got stung by a jellyfish last time / some prawns and fish..... uh yaa......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="420" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/collage8.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the birthday cakes / the kay family with gran (dont even ask me why this picture has the lowest quality, the camera just went wonky during the birthday part)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="416" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/collage7.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the bbq / the next day we helped gran pick some shellls. hahahaha. a ton of them please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="681" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/collage5.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the lighthouse on the island / reen &amp;amp; me on the boat ride home, was super mega shagged :( / MY UNEVEN TANNED FEET. YUCKS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s it for the month of March which has been super hectic. The month of April did not and is not gonna get any better. No day off till May at least. The best friend’s ready to murder me with parangs cause I havn’t seen her in more than a month now. Andddddd, I’M STILL TRYING TO FIND A DAY FOR SITITS &amp; KS. Skljadlksajdkajsdkj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for dates/meetings/outings from May onwards, MAKE YOUR BOOKINGS NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATES RUNNING OUT FAST! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i sound like a travel agency. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet sitits &amp;amp; ks on Good Friday, but ahh, siti couldn’t get the day off in the end. All because of her boss.... I was ready to chop off his balls. So I stayed home for once in such a long time, to recharrrrrge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the dajie on the 7th. And we sang our lungs off &amp; satisfied our hk café craving yet again. :D :D :D but I got super drenched while standing in the middle of two road intersections. It SUDDENLY just started pouring. simply surreal, it was like those scenes in dramas where the character is super unlucky and a bird shits on him in the middle of nowhere, it started pouring on a super clear day, or he slips on a banana peel yada yada yada…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……..Ya you get the idea. The rain caught me by surprise, totally. :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="416" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/collage.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;we lovvvve our room darrrrrrk. hahahahahahhaa. / dajie showing me a realllly awwww-worthy video / THIS IS LOVE LOVE LOVE HK MILK TEA / and uhhh, we lovvvvve our rooooo darkkkk. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo + carls jr on Friday the 13th with the usuals, ting, shar, Edwin &amp;amp; jacky. Too bad Amanda was down with a ton of ulcers = swollen face and chingy, well chingyyy... I could kill you! Should have told me earlier, would have made you come no matter what. And uhhhhhh, what about the night? I rather not remember. Not supposed to say anyway. HAHA. But well, everything’s good. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, ughhhh, don’t even remind me about Saturday. Super mega upset!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no luck with shopping at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My motto’s is I spend because I can. YAY. And well, splurging is the only way to go when it comes to shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTTTTTT, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Nothing was right, at all. We zipped from Marina Square to Bugis. Searching for our stuff. No luck still, topshop sucks, the stuff left with uk10 and above. BUT YUMMY DINNER PLEASE. PEPPER SALT CHICKEN. TEEHEEHEEHEEHEE. Anyways, I was so bloody sad that I couldn’t get the stuff i wanted, I suggested cabbing down to town, hopefully we’ll find the stuff there. The NUM boys were friendly but NO, they didn’t give me my flipflops. How hard can it be to find a pair of flipflops? If it was a line, it’ll be as long as from here to Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I came home with was a lousy necklace from Diva and a pink thing for my ipod’s earphones, when I could have been tottering home with a ton of stuff. Bleagh. I vowed to seek revenge when I got home and that was to go crazy ordering stuff online. But ugh, lets not talk about that, that’ll be a story some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey! I had fun with dajie, as always, laughed like mad at chun &amp; cal on the way home. The two of them, bickering all the time, like jie says, we should just marry the two of them off. BUT HAHAHA. THEN THEY’VE GOTTA BE GAYS. :P :P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was off to causeway point! on Tuesday with xin hui, in an attempt to get the present for my supervisor and flipflops. Yes, flipflops story again. askldjaskdjaskdjaskdj. Whatever ahhhh, angry ah! All I ended up going home with was.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........... SEAWEEEED!!!! Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/DSCN0488.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, how can I everrrr forget to mention that to my supervisor I’m like some Microsoft Word/Excel/whatnots. You know why? Cause she thinks there’s some kinda ‘undo’ function on me. Well now I wish there is. Cause she keeps making me do stuff. Like write something on a gazillion forms, and liquid them off a couple of days later. Like wtf? Well not only that, I have lots and lots of rants about work now. (to think I thought I was one of the lucky ones who had an okay supervisor and an okay company, well not really. –crosses eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a month &amp;amp; a half ago I wrote this…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ its seriously just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for tep, i had two of the most disastrous supervisors. which means i received equally dismal grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so they say, the third's a charm. so i did look at the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but noooooooo. its like horror repeating itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey she's nice. much nicer than my tep supervisors. BUT, she does not know how to leave comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kajsdkajsdkja, i was THIS, THISSSS close to throwing a bitchfit to find the lack of comments in my logbook THIRD time in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats 3 weeks out of 11weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can foresee myself getting equally dismal grades as tep now. :( sigh. ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah just one more week, bear with it all for one more week and life would be back to normal. And I get to sleep as late as I want to, meet as many people as I can, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; BACK TO SCHOOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about school, I miss NYP so much it hurts so baddddd. :( told xinhui fel &amp; qiuqiu that I will kiss the bloody walls in nyp!!!!!!! Will never ever ever ever take my time in nyp for granted. Just one more year to rock it yo. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HAHAHAHAHAHA. I LOVE MY TIMETABLE. NO 8AM CLASSES AT ALL &amp;amp; NO NIGHT CLASSES AT ALL. MOST START AT 12PM OR 3PM. MWAHAHAHAHAHA. Lovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvves it! :D :D :D so frickkin’ exXxXcited to start school!!! :D (no calculus this sem, YAY, but drrrrats it might just be next sem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lemme tell you something, xinhui’s wholeeeeeeeee life, she thought that piglet is a rabbit. Like zzzzzzzzzomg, can die, zzzzzzzzomg. PIG-LET! She was like my source of laughter for one whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIG-LET. ZZZZZZZZZZOMG. –FAINTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyys, saw a lady driving a damnnnnnnnnnn fine SUV today, weeeeeeet. ah that'll be me someday. hopefully. meanwhile i'll just be as contented as i can with public transport no? hahaha. :D i can foresee the guys laughing at me again. esp hsien yew. HE. HE. HE. HE.... GRRRR. no more steering wheel necklaces jokes please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fandom spamdom toodom // no longer the same person. i'm like an egg. increasingly hard on the inside when placed in boiling water. \\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my mom's gonna get me arrested for the amount of space my shoes are taking up. :( :( :( overheard some auntie saying she bought ‘3 shoes in a year!’ exclaiming like its a lot, and so I said to dajie, ‘I can buy 3 shoes in less than half an hour’. And welllllllll, order 2 pairs of shoes with just a few clicks on the mouse………………… shoot me before my mom does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Its the weekend. NOTHING CAN MAKE ME SAD NOW. ROLLLIN ROLLINNN ROLLLLLIN’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore the links box, its kinda wonky &amp;amp; i'm too tired to fix it fix it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-756822758858556437?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/756822758858556437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/756822758858556437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/04/disclaimer-some-parts-of-this-entry-was.html' title='the heart&apos;s soaring'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-7539297225189896991</id><published>2007-04-06T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:46:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've always been here, i just suddenly became invisible to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RhZn8LNzOzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CBJ9243fWE8/s1600-h/my+timetable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050338315643075378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RhZn8LNzOzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CBJ9243fWE8/s400/my+timetable.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; too small?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j185/youknowyoutotallyloveme/mytimetable.jpg"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;36%toyboy&gt; My Alter Ego says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;36%toyboy&gt; My Alter Ego says:&lt;br /&gt;see no time for sadness and anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;36%toyboy&gt; My Alter Ego says:&lt;br /&gt;follow closely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;36%toyboy&gt; My Alter Ego says:&lt;br /&gt;you'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;36%toyboy&gt; My Alter Ego says:&lt;br /&gt;one day you'll thank me for this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just when i wanna give myself a chance to feel sad &amp; angry amidst all the happiness, friends will never give you the chance to, they pick you up before you can fall. :D its amazing how shar can make me forget all the sadness &amp;amp; anger. he made me my own personalised timetable, activities like "clubbing on mondays from 8am - 12pm, lion dancing 6-8pm on mondays off to gula-gula island on thurs 12am-8am, tv watching me on sun from 8-10pm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh shizzzzzzzzzzzz. i'm cracking up all over again. at the rate i'm laughing i'll be dead soon. but i wanna be alive to catch survivor at 1230. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-7539297225189896991?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/7539297225189896991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/7539297225189896991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/04/canon-in-d.html' title='i&apos;ve always been here, i just suddenly became invisible to you'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RhZn8LNzOzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CBJ9243fWE8/s72-c/my+timetable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-9193891363132569023</id><published>2007-04-06T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:29:58.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simple love</title><content type='html'>i know i know that this graveyard of mine is collecting dust &amp; skeletons &amp;amp; whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i swearrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr................ i intended to blog this weekend with my super long entry. but noooo, i forgot to bring my thumbdrive. &amp; my laptop at work has no internet access. which means, my super long entry is stuck in my laptop at work. what a bugger. &amp; to think i still have two hundred odd photos to resize. BOOBOOBOO. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, okay all that is besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO ExxxxxCITED NOW. TEEHEEHEE. my favourite onscreen couple has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally, oh god finally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; started filming the sequel. TEEHEEHEEHEEHEE. I'VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'll update soon. promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y'know why i'm finally free today after my super hectic crazy month? ALL BECAUSE OF SITIT'S BOSS. hate him. cut his kemalu-maluan ah dammit. if not, i'll be out laughing my way to a six pack with the two girls now. *@!(*#&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lets take it to a blessing in disguise. i finally get to rest after the crazy month of march. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ah, sick of resting. TMR IMMA GONNA SING MY LUNGS OFF &amp; HOPEFULLY SNAG SOME PRETTY BAGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. shopping, here i come. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suddenly, just all of a sudden, you forgot to love me back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-9193891363132569023?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/9193891363132569023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/9193891363132569023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/04/simple-love.html' title='simple love'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-8351661767670159817</id><published>2007-03-08T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:39:36.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always been mainstream</title><content type='html'>i have this weird tendency to leave the one and only house phone in the bathroom's toiletries cabinet.&lt;br/&gt; .&lt;br/&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;and forget allllll about it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;then i'll find the people i live with (IE my family)  go all crazy trying to find the phone when it riiiiiings madly.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; while i watch them flapping around like headless chickens, freaking out. &lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp; when someone DOES find it,  i'll feel like laughing out loud. but i doubt anyone would appreciate the humour in it. oh welllllllls. i seriously find it funny tho. :(&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;my hands are seriously yuckily dry now. no thanks to all the dusty files in the office today. &lt;br/&gt;say hello to tons of hand cream. &lt;br/&gt;say hello to the qian jing mei mei. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-8351661767670159817?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8351661767670159817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8351661767670159817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/03/always-been-mainstream.html' title='always been mainstream'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-4279776388571477592</id><published>2007-03-03T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:47:47.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>campari soda</title><content type='html'>had a whaaaaaaaaaaaaale of a time yesterday evening. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho jacky &amp; amanda couldnt make it, due to some unforseen circumstances. but oh well, ITS A-OKAYYYY! we had a blast nonetheless. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but like how grrrrreat i forgot to bring the cam out. aksjdaklsjd. so jingting was the camerawoman of the day, who superbly believes in her 3.2 megapixeled N73 so much. (whispers "ugleeee phone")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037724668313707458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RemX5RMPo8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ylYZeLntoUM/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; by the time everyone reached, we still couldnt decide on the place to eat. -.- from swensens to genki sushi to changing appetites to fin to i dunnoo what else suggestions there were. then we thought we would end up at spaggedies. but nooooo, we couldnt decide what to eat, and the boys were adamant about eating 'mee soto' at spaggedies. its so not mee soto, just some salad. then thought okay jack's place. but nooooo, in the end, we ended up at kenny rogers. and didnt regret it one bit. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while in the queue, it was like horrible phototaking at its best. we couldnt snap properly. at all. HAHA. the boys attempting to destroy our photos, making stupid faces. and shar 'giving' jingting a mohawk at the top of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no thanks to your flash foojingting, there were like so many orbs in my vision after that. (@.@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, foojingting, the screensaver i saved for you is damn nice right? i bet she like JUST realised only what it is. cause i certainly didnt hear a peep from you abt the screensaver change last night. :D this silly girl doesnt even know how to change her screensaver. who ask you to be a traitor to samsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annnnnnyway, laughed like alottttttttttttttttt. my a nonexistent of cheekbones were hurting much, &amp;amp; to quote siti's words "laugh our way hahaha to a sixpack"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;laughed at the shar's adventure of the shredder machine. he even took a picture of the poor mutilated scissors that he used to poke at the machine. oh gosh. &amp; his whole farting story. all thanks to indian rojak. gosh we laughed so much. till some food went up jingting's nose. AHAHAH. i certainly hope it wasnt the macaroni&amp;amp;cheese. &amp; them being super perv and sick, talking abt god knows what chicken's private parts. backside, ***** &amp;amp; **** what nots. to think i was stillllll eating. they really know no mercy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thennnn, we got super fascinated by the light at kenny rogers. they were actual drinks! called 'campari soda' made like a ton of jokes, even abt mama shop. all thanks to the KAM-PAH-LI soda. we laughed the kenny rogers down. so noisy please. :P so adamant abt taking one down from the light. but noooo the waiters gave us one from the shelf. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037725694810891218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RemY1BMPo9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Nr9TI9Givsg/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingting was so high please. on god knows whattttttt, but coke light i bet. -.- but it was a nice dinner. :D full of laughter and jokes. its gonna be a fortnightly ritual now. :D :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; by the time we left kenny rogers, it was nine plus odd already. :( bought cakes from secret recipe for the imperial moomoo, i'm such a filial daughter. :D BUT HORRIBLY the shops were all closeeeeeeeeeee. &gt;:( NO SHOPPING FOR ME. but aha! there was like light at the end of the tunnel when i saw from far that one shop was still brightly lit and open! HAHA. topshop was still open! &lt;strong&gt;yippee doodle yay for topshop's 10pm closing time&lt;/strong&gt;. :D so i happily picked &amp;amp; bought. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone have stayed off since somewhere in the middle of the night where it died. so those people who are trying so hard to reach me or is not receiving a reply from me. sorry ah, i dont feel like charging my phone yet. HAHA. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annnnnyways, i kinda, kinda regret not going out today. :( booboo. was supposed to meet the momsy hen, dajie and the rest today to do some shopping at vivo. but due to some unforseen circumstances, its cancelled. and i simplllly couldnt get up at all in the morning, so here i am. home alone. asdaskdjask. i should have just drrrrragged myself out of bed, follow my brother to vivo. split from him and do my own shopping. :D the thought of river island, forever 21, topshop, pull&amp;bear &amp;amp; zara filled with goodies is making me REGRET NOWWWWWWW. rahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdajsdkjasd, nevermindddddddd, i have like a tonnnnnn of videos to watch now. happpy happyyy. :D more videos to upload into the ipod &amp; laugh myself silly! &amp;amp; noooo, my brother did fix the converter thing afterall, HE CONNED ME! &gt;:( shouldnt have picked up his call abt donuts. hrmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; foojingting you cant complain i seldom blog already okay! &amp;amp; to your statement that 'no photos = nurul didnt blog' wah thanks. now got photo of you even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;/edit: by the time i posted this entry, i did charge and switch on my phone. barrrrage of smses. &amp;amp; I FOUND OUT THAT I MISSED MY CHANCE OF SHOPPING TODAY!!!! rahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. dajie wanted to escape her gathering. and silly me who refused to charge the phone. didnt realise till hours later. ah oh wells. just my luck.&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/9392906-4279776388571477592?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/4279776388571477592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/4279776388571477592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/03/campari-soda.html' title='campari soda'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RemX5RMPo8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ylYZeLntoUM/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-5143228729764249813</id><published>2007-03-01T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:31:57.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>razor love</title><content type='html'>my eyes were going in whirls yesterday at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(@.@)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that was exactly how i looked like.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my new equation = tep &gt; normal sch semester &gt; ipp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacky &amp; shar should learn to curb laughing out loud at their phones. they are always laughing at either 1) me or 2) my sms-es. if they dont stop laughing out loud at their phones, their supervisors will think they're going mad. not that they are not. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, &lt;strong&gt;DEWBERRY BISCUITS ROCKKKKK&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037208640877994930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RefCkhMPo7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/j1NF_cAATL4/s320/noname2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a staple at the office. my face can go from :D when i see dewberry biscuits to :( when i see none in the vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037208439014532002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RefCYxMPo6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/S-oxa6DgYh0/s320/noname.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey someone gave me a some sort of a fortune cookie. it was in such a cute shape please. and my fortune says "You're the builder of your own future." like dohhh. who doesnt know that? :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boys suck. you know why? cause i had a tonnnnn of videos that i wanted to upload into missy iBling, BUTTTTT, somehow the converter thing didnt work. andddddddddd &amp; my brother didnt want to help, like at all. jerk. :( so now i've watched alllll the videos on my ipod &amp;amp; am gonna be so bored on the way to meeting the loves later. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah oh yeah! how can i forget to mention that i'm gonna meet MY &lt;strong&gt;MOST FAVOURITE PEOPLE FROM NYP&lt;/strong&gt; LATERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. been looking forward to it since the start of the week. well its the only thing that keeps me going through the week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D :D OKAY BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. xinhui &amp; ary, youve been linked as requested. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; archives has been updated! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-5143228729764249813?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/5143228729764249813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/5143228729764249813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/03/razor-love.html' title='razor love'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RefCkhMPo7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/j1NF_cAATL4/s72-c/noname2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-8680933421747649626</id><published>2007-02-27T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:01:29.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a million roses</title><content type='html'>saturday was a fan-testicleeeee day! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D (in other words, fantastic!) met the momsy hen, dasao, dajie and erjie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035477444354383330" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/ReGcDnk8HeI/AAAAAAAAADg/8LYgXRcBScA/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop: feastttttt at sakae sushi at wheelock. :D had a great time spreading some goss, laugh ourselves silly, eat yummy food and of course camwhore a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/ReGc9Hk8HkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ljx-M_2gpDk/s1600-h/erjieandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035478432196861506" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/ReGc9Hk8HkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ljx-M_2gpDk/s320/erjieandme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the momsy hen, dajie and dasao were sorting out some stuff, erjie wanted to camwhore yet somemore, this time with her new 'skinny' phone -&gt; in sarah's words. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me that i'm &lt;em&gt;kinda&lt;/em&gt; eyeing the samsung ultra slim 13.8 and if dajie, sarah and bella changes to a samsung phone, we'll be the samsung family! we are already the ipod family. two nanos, three videos and one more video to come. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/ReGcXXk8HgI/AAAAAAAAADw/mzVVMunbm1o/s1600-h/DSCN0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035477783656799746" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/ReGcXXk8HgI/AAAAAAAAADw/mzVVMunbm1o/s320/DSCN0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the momsy hen acting kpo while da jie was cutting the neoprints. to think she's turning a quarter of a century old, and yet still acting like a kid. hahahahaha. :P oops, she better not see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035488894737194578" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/ReGmeHk8HlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IN3vS0Ey7hA/s320/DSCN0146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; YESYESYES WE TOOK NEOOOOOS. like O.M.Gee.O.M.Gee, we havnt taken one in ages luhhhh. soooo eggciting please! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/ReGcNnk8HfI/AAAAAAAAADo/NS3GUa-VtiM/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035477616153075186" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/ReGcNnk8HfI/AAAAAAAAADo/NS3GUa-VtiM/s400/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036190610788982370" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/ReQkrXk8HmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ggEitmGiPIs/s320/DSCN0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036190868487020146" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/ReQk6Xk8HnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/amrNKCj-O0M/s320/DSCN0130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for miss(verrrrrh)careful aka dajie to finish cutting up the neos, we camwhored somemore! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and so we went a shopping a shopping. :D :D :D my fave pastime. :D :D :D dasao's the best! arigato gozaimasu for helping me out on my lostatmcardtransferfundsfrommetobro shit. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i really should go get my ass down to the bank so that i wont get in such sticky situations like this. :( but happy happy i snagged myself a vest from Forever 21 and a belt from M(phosis. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DAJIE, i think horrrrrrrrrrr, i dont care, this sat, i'm so gonna get the pocket mini dress from topshop, pull&amp;amp;bear grey skinnies and the clutch from accessorize. PFFFFFT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035478011290066450" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/ReGcknk8HhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/403K1YRrs5Q/s320/DSCN0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after shoppity shoppity shoppity, we ended up at coffee club for dinner. and dasao, the ever crazy dasao, noticed this guy's feet at the table next to ours. grrrrrosssss. the guy's gotta learn some table manners. tho i'll approve of burrrrps. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/ReGb7Xk8HdI/AAAAAAAAADY/8B-07h0dTKs/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035477302620462546" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/ReGb7Xk8HdI/AAAAAAAAADY/8B-07h0dTKs/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blooody red peach garden tea, yummy calamari, slipper lobster pasta and the ever delish garlic bread with cheese. its my ultimate vice please. all thanks to chun's so ever DELICIOUS LOOKING GARLIC BREAD. yumyum. he should cook for me someday. HAHA.&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;ANYWAY ANYWAY, this year our hotel sleepover, we're thinking of having it at Ritz. YAYYYYYY!!!! &lt;strong&gt;SUPER EGGCITING!&lt;/strong&gt; momsy hen, check it out for us hogay? then we can start plannnning for it! askjdalksjdaklsjd. SOOOO EGGCITING! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D we had so much fun planning for the previous one, laughing like mad crazy people at carls jr while planning. ILOVEYOUGIRLS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so back again to coffee club, we caught a little of the chingay, the waiter coincidentally sat us right at the full glass area and we saw some firecrackers/fireworks? some weird bony skeleton looking dragons, and a verrrrrrh ugly looking fish float. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp; sorrrrrrry la jack,shar and whoever else okay. really cant join you all. cant possible ditch my girls right. :( next time okay next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weird how dad's fallen for the Louis Vuitton AIX Sneaker Richelieu in Calf Leather. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035478127254183458" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/ReGcrXk8HiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xCJbFQQe6s4/s320/xinhuiisagrandma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035478264693136946" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/ReGczXk8HjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KVUuB0XHMTg/s320/slowcar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;one of the shenanigans at work. first picture is of xinhui's 'countdown', decided to disturb her a little, notice the 'xinhui is a grandma' :D :D while the second one was my creation. with cute cars racing. complete with animation, fast cars and slow cars. the last car is like superrrr slow. verrrrrrh cute please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention, xinhui's my new 'maid'. i christened her 'maria' what a maid-y name huh? who ask her to 'yes mum' me all the time. :D :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways, shar is still adamant about having &lt;a href="mailto:hotmale@hotmail.com"&gt;hotmale@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; , i shall go create now, if no one has that is. if it is taken, maybe we should email that person, disturb him a little. hurhur. cause if he can think of such an email, he must be as crazy as shar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BE CAREFUL AH SHAR, LATER YOU MATI BLUE COLOR. :O :O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh by the way, i'm putting back up the haloscan as requested. BUT YOU PEOPLE BETTER use it ah, leave me a million comments also nehhhmind or else i'll take it down once again. pfffffffffffft.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;calvin: "shakespeare said 'ni si ding le....' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(0.0")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i conclude he is so full of shit. &amp;amp; jie you cant argue with me on that! :D :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. this entry is so full of :D :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i forget, jingting wants to grace this entry with her cute self. hhahahaha. please email me somemore tomorrow. &amp;amp; N73 is ugggggleeeeeeeee. stop disagreeing. pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036191590041525890" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/ReQlkXk8HoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fBtP_62nrXU/s320/P8170002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-8680933421747649626?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8680933421747649626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8680933421747649626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/02/million-roses.html' title='a million roses'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/ReGcDnk8HeI/AAAAAAAAADg/8LYgXRcBScA/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-8339999585222156616</id><published>2007-02-19T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T15:38:46.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brainless nothings</title><content type='html'>i'm still very much alive.&lt;br /&gt;just in case ya'll think i'm dead :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. actually i was too lazy to blog. which explains the two sentences above.&lt;br /&gt;but NOW I FEEL LIKE BLOGGING. tho my entries are suffering from a photo drought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my week:&lt;/strong&gt; attachment + running errands + attachment + watched 'Seducing Mr Perfect' with edwin on tuesday after attachment + attachment + dinner with jie at JP + a little shopping here and there + attachment + more online shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attachment's been, uh, like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i so wanted to go out these few days. but because of the Gong Xi Fa Cai season, no shops will be open for me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;and to think about it, WHO TO GO OUT WITH. asdkajsd. everyone save for shar, is going around with mandarin oranges and collecting angbaos. (now to think about it, i should have just gone ahead and met shar, jacky &amp; sebastian on cny eve for seb's last min shopping, it beats not going out at all. ahhh pffft.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, self entertainment prevails. both the telly &amp;amp; computer is on side by side from the moment i wake up till the moment i crash into bed. HAHA. with my thousand windows on online shopping, refreshing every few mins. and major channel surfing. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm in need of any more new clothes, but i needed to spend. ya know, retail therapy. wallow in shopping. AND SOOOOO, dajie!!! while you're out collecting angbaos. i ordered meself a skull scarf, 3 tops from alloy and a pair of Gojane shades. :D :D (eh shar, so i did get a skull scarf in the end, not from F21 tho. :D :D). and the mailman brought me more pretty things in the mail on friday, dress has arrived. and so has yet another ASOS clutch! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(in love with clutches lately, but too lazy to carry them around, nehhhmind, got nice friends to carry for me HAHA.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:D and i watched more hilarious videos of them and more episodes of KO One. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the iPod has been seducing my friends. :/ all telling me how tempted they are to get one too. i shouldnt have made the missy iBling too pretty. oh wells. haha. as for the camera which has R.I.P, which has in turn caused my entries to be suffering from a disease known as "drought of photos", dad brought home a new one! :D :D hardyharhar. can always count on my dad to replace cameras speedily. :D ah, speaking of him, he flew off again on cny eve. like yet again, for like what, the 3rd or 4th time this month. i gave up keeping track. now i know why dajie is always clueless about where her dad goes. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah what a bimbotic and clueless entry this is. then again, thats the way my blog has been all along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-8339999585222156616?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8339999585222156616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8339999585222156616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/02/brainless-nothings.html' title='brainless nothings'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-4102456659540727504</id><published>2007-02-11T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T15:33:45.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know who taught me 'hehhhh-peeee'</title><content type='html'>ehehehehhehee. &lt;strong&gt;how fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehhhhhpeeeeeeeeeeee. my lovely dajie has sent me some videos. and so i shall save it for tomorrow, where i will laugh myself silly at my missy iBling and scare some commuters on the 6ish-7 train ride/busride. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelovelove their hilarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh goshhh, the clock is ticking, ITS 5PM. and i've had approx 4hrs of sleep last night. i so need need need sleep, IN FACT I'M SUPPOSED TO BE CATCHING ON SLEEP. COME ON LULU VOODOO, GO SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant, darn nose &amp; throat. :( i'm frantically downing medicine so that i will get better &lt;s&gt;SOON&lt;/s&gt;, no scratch that, NOW......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meow. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-4102456659540727504?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/4102456659540727504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/4102456659540727504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-know-who-taught-me-hehhhh-peeee.html' title='i know who taught me &apos;hehhhh-peeee&apos;'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-8731491500516101904</id><published>2007-02-11T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T15:32:19.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your eyes</title><content type='html'>what a dddddreadful sleep i had last night! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so frickkin' tired still. but nooooo, i cant sleep properly. my throat and nose is killing me. something that started off as an allergy turned out into a full blown flu last night. how eggggggciting please. i blew my nose raw last night. now it hurts like a mega bitch. and all this started just because i was digging through my cupboard looking for some shtuff two nights ago. askljfdalksfjalksjfsa. i'm so sensitive to dust it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah whatever. :D &lt;strong&gt;I'M STILL A HEHHHHH-PEEEEEEEEEE KID&lt;/strong&gt;. well, there's certainly a lot to be happy about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) the exams are over! i was a major wreck during the exam week please. it was like some emotional, mental and physical battle. much worse than O levels. pffffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) I GOT TO MEET MY GIRLS ON FRIDAY. -BEAMS BEAMS BEAMS! met up with my two lovely sisters. :D :D heehee. caught up on quite a bit. like helllll yeah, some news stunned me. :O :O :O but haha! hot goss hot goss all around! :D managed some shopping, tho never enough. and kbox!!! :D :D havn't kbox-ed in ages. :( had alot of fun with them, as usual. -grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh speaking of meeting them, photos are all with erjie. cause MY CAMMIE COMMITTED SUICIDE. &lt;strong&gt;ASLKJFDALKSJFAKSJFAK&lt;/strong&gt;. shall just wait for dad to replace it and for erjie to send me the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) &amp; ahhhhh speaking speaking of gadgets, I GOT ME THE IPOD VID. harharharharhar. laughs merrily. if not for the sad demise of the cam, here's what would the entry would look like......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;// (inserts photo of ipod with all its bling)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;// &lt;u&gt;caption:&lt;/u&gt; "Hi everyone, my name's missy iBling! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(/whispers iknowiknowwhatacheesynameihave!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;butmyownerthinksthatthefirstnamethatcomesintohermindwouldbethebest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;likeyouknowhowpeoplechoosecards,justpickthefirstthatcaughttheireye)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks so pretty now. all white and ethereal in its pink leather case. with pretty pink heart bling and clear&amp;amp;pink blingblings. :D :D i can just sit here and stare at it in all its prettyness. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) had alot of fun with jacky, edwin and shar yesterday! :D going out with them will lead me to having a six pack please! :O cause they're alwayssssssssss making me laugh. peals of laughter, like allll the time. cause they're sooooo full of shit, like how my clutch became a rugby ball for them and shar stuffing my clutch into his pocket! :O hopped from vivo to town to bugis, and ended up at bugis starbucks for the night. played some bluff &amp; blackjack with them. it was hella funny playing bluff with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edwin's mints were my saving grace yesterday. they are such little miracle workers, made me feel a little better, cause i felt kinda miserable halfway through, thanks to the stupid flu-sorethroat &amp;amp; OUR FRICKKIN FILLING LUNNER (lunch-dinner) i so wanted to VVVVV-OMIT. it was such a bad combination = flu &amp; filling lunner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really looking forward to tomorrow, but i shall not taint this hehhhpeeee entry with rants about starting attachment tomorrow. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to upload more vids into my missy iBling. :D &amp;amp; hopefully this disgusting flu and sore throat will go away, so that i can catch some proper sleep before tmr, for the study week &amp;amp; exam week has wrecked my body clock. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-8731491500516101904?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8731491500516101904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8731491500516101904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/02/your-eyes.html' title='your eyes'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-5336822957905923230</id><published>2007-01-29T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T18:37:30.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears, no matter how bitter, or how salty. everything will be okay with a hug from you. :D</title><content type='html'>half an hour ago, &lt;em&gt;"ahhh, lets blog. there's some stuff i wanna blog about"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a min later while waiting for blogger to load, &lt;em&gt;"urghhh. forgeddit. i lose my fervour to blog UHREADY!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifteen mins later..... &lt;em&gt;"OKAY LETS BLOG."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two mins later, (staring the at the empty entry box) &lt;em&gt;"ehhhh. actually now i dont feel like it again luh"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another ten mins later, &lt;em&gt;"kajsflkaskfjhaskjfhaskjfha BLOG LA BLOG LA"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am now. blogging. i'm one hell of a fickle minded person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyys, i'm in one huge sorry state now. cause i have exams in exactly a week. i have not started &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AT ALL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i tried piling my notes, books and revision papers to be done into one huge menacing-looking pile. AND IT DIDNT WORK, NADAH. i didnt even feel threatened HAH. the book was staring at me for approx 7mins and then............ i got up and decided to disturb the cat &amp;amp; mom. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddd to top it off, i have exactly 101 pictures to resize from the askfjakjfHUGEsize, and not to mention I HAVE TO EDIT THE QUALITY OF THE PICTURES ALFKJASKLFHASKJFHASKJFHASJFH. &lt;strong&gt;all i can say is that, i'm hopeless, even with an excellent camera. :((((&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. and instead of actually getting my ass down to completing these tasks. i'm actually toying with the idea of taking a nap :/ omg i'm still so tired from yesterday, i actually pangseh-ed amandada and the boys for the study date. sorry people. :( i realllllllyyyyy nooooooo energy to get out of the house. and to edwin, i heard my curse worked -grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came home yesterday, &lt;strong&gt;I FOUND MY WARDROBE IN A FAN-TESTICLE STATE&lt;/strong&gt;! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEEEEE. my parents added a new addition to the wardrobe to extend the size of it! :D sooooooooooooooo now, instead of having hangers stuck together cause the wardrobe's too full, stuck together till i cant flip thru my clothes. &lt;strong&gt;now at least i can flip thru it!&lt;/strong&gt; HURRAY :D tho there's still two huge menacing-looking piles of clothes that cant be hung up already. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah whatever. i shall give some to the imperial moomoo to give away to charity. she'll be jumping and clicking heels if i do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the world needs more joy.&lt;br /&gt;and nurul needs more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-5336822957905923230?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/5336822957905923230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/5336822957905923230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/01/tears-no-matter-how-bitter-or-how-salty.html' title='tears, no matter how bitter, or how salty. everything will be okay with a hug from you. :D'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-5023666893530132978</id><published>2007-01-27T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T18:16:00.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever that doesn't kill me, makes me stronger</title><content type='html'>dead sleepy now. turned in super duper late last night, or rather morning. and was rudely awakened by the imperial moomooo vacuuming and yakking on the phone, brother with his loud music and dad with his blaring radio &amp; business calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i dragged myself out of bed to find the internet connection pretty wonky. how boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for a video to load. watch it. and off i go to bed again. i so need sleep. tomorrow's gonna be a pretty darn early SUNDAY MORNING for me. hahahaha. to go see some hot boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain thing is back againnnn. :( my poor satin ballet pumps got all wet. hung out at jie's after school yesterday. yakked about pretty much everything. realised we're still the same old people years agoooo when we just met. ALWAYS diverting topics from what we're supposed to decide on. hahahaha. and tottered around in new heels while deciding on outfits. speaking of that, I GOT ME NEW WEDGES. :D agenda yesterday was school --&gt; get me new wedges --&gt; jie's place --&gt; home! i managed to squeeze in shopping right in the middle of nowhere. ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S-H-O-E-W-H-O-R-E&lt;/strong&gt; THATS ME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh yes to those who noticed i took off my haloscan. saw no point in keeping it there anymore. eventhough the amount of readers have increased, no one leaves me messages anymore. no one has anything to say to me huhhhhhhhhhhhh. nehhhhhmind i take off ahhhhh. now no one can say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay kidding, you can always reach me at &lt;a href="mailto:youknowyoutotallyloveme@gmail.com"&gt;youknowyoutotallyloveme@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should join the youth.sg blogging contest thingamajig. tho the psp prize's been given away already. :( booooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm simply rambling and rambling cause my brain's masked with sleep. video load quickly. my nice squishy comfy warm bed is calling for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. speak of the devil, it just finished loading. -GRINS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-5023666893530132978?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/5023666893530132978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/5023666893530132978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/01/whatever-that-doesnt-kill-me-makes-me.html' title='whatever that doesn&apos;t kill me, makes me stronger'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-3229722774375011888</id><published>2007-01-24T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:43:27.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>till now i can only remember being happy, &amp; thats why i hate you so.</title><content type='html'>learnt a new thing today: you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; anime, you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;read &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;manga &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(wellll.... not exactly today, but on monday :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my splinter just disappeared. maybe it dissolved into my flesh. wheee. hopefully it'll give me some superpowers. &amp; boooo to my mom who tried to scare me, that it will turn all pus-y &amp;amp; disgusting &amp; eventually, my finger will drop off, just so i would stick a pin into it and get the splinter out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeekend was spent recharging my very tired self on saturday. &amp;amp; vivo-ed with jack &amp; shar on sunday. they let me do everrrrything i wanted to do. &amp;amp; so i got to shop! :D :D :D &amp; i got to choose where to have dinner yet again &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;I FINALLY GOT ME DONUTS DONUTS!&lt;/strong&gt; ordered a dozen to bring home for the family. yummmmmmylicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho i swear the donuts just went to waste in my brother's tummy. he just chomped like 3 down one after another in record time. no savouring it. no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023538840569709154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/Rbcx9auJAmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WXiFqrAsbUY/s320/P1210194.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;thats half a dozen in one box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023538935058989682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RbcyC6uJAnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eqmLaxrBD7A/s320/P1210195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;those white almond-y ones are called mighty almond. they are by far the yummiest!!!! &lt;3 id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023539699563168386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RbcyvauJAoI/AAAAAAAAADE/YQcifdRPQP0/s320/P1210197.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the cinnamon caramel was yummy yummy yummy too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;edwin deserves to be shot. just cause i referred him to &lt;a href="http://www.m-w.com"&gt;http://www.m-w.com&lt;/a&gt; when he didnt know the meaning of a word. his reply is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;edwin · the 8 most treasured says:&lt;br /&gt;wah seh&lt;br /&gt;edwin · the 8 most treasured says:&lt;br /&gt;ur online dick oso so high class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-faint&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-3229722774375011888?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/3229722774375011888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/3229722774375011888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/01/till-now-i-can-only-remember-being.html' title='till now i can only remember being happy, &amp; thats why i hate you so.'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/Rbcx9auJAmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WXiFqrAsbUY/s72-c/P1210194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-8171488684640651652</id><published>2007-01-19T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T00:39:52.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 pennies</title><content type='html'>approximately fifteen mins ago, the imperial moomoo &amp; imperial dada &amp;amp; yours truly was parading around the house, showing off our white shining armour....... duhhh. not. &lt;em&gt;more like we were showing off our PORE PACK! :D:D:D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when the time came to take it off, &lt;strong&gt;YUCKSYDOOOODLE&lt;/strong&gt;. we started to compare animatedly. dad's blackheads were fat &amp;amp; disgusting. mom's blackheads were cutesy mutesy tho many, like a full battalion. theirs were like shitttttttttt disgusting. made my hair stand. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when it came to me, we were all squinting &amp;amp; squinting &amp; squinting trying to find the blackheads on the white strip. NOPES, NADAH. nothinggggggg. how disappointing. :( i was hoping to squirm and get all disgusted at my blackheads. but they dont even exist. &lt;strong&gt;DISAPPOINTING........................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, some bugger placed a spoiler for survivor on his/her blog. &lt;strong&gt;RAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;:(((( can you see the many creases &amp; frowns! :( tho, i'm superdupermegashitttttttttt hehhhhpeee that my fave won! :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harhar. so anyways, its been a pretty sad week. i'm becoming more &amp; more of a hermit. been pretty much stuck in school all the time. &amp;amp; the girls not free not free. not being able to meet them, at all. not even one of them. tho at least i finally got the chance to relax and chill today. jacky&amp;shar were such nice abangs abangs to accompany me to satisfy my craving of the week -- baked rice!!! YUMYUM :D thanks guys :D HOT GOSS HOT GOSS all around. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh sigh, i shouldnt be typing anymore. there's like a splinter on my middle finger. aslfaklshfajhfajkhfajsh. :( i think it must be because i pointed a couple of middle fingers at shar &amp; edwin today. karma baybehhh. ahh whatthehell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......splinter. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-8171488684640651652?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8171488684640651652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8171488684640651652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/01/16-pennies.html' title='16 pennies'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-8441538978676957421</id><published>2007-01-13T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T18:39:27.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gotta figure what i need</title><content type='html'>when you open my SUPER CUTE kitty organizer, you'll realise that my social activities (in pink), ITS SOOOOOO MUCH MOREEEE lesser than those in brown. whats in brown you ask? SCHOOL SHHHTUFFFF. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole week was swamped with project deadlines, tests and presentations. alkfhakjdhfakjsdhfaskjdhfsdajhfad. school's a frickkin' bullf*ck hogayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho at least i got to meet the cousins in town. we went to a total of 4 food establishments mind you. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(alia&amp;azhar! they even worse than you guys!)&lt;/span&gt; i could only watch in horror &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; boys &amp;amp; their appetite. reached town, eat, xray, eat, pool, eat, eat. ended up at TCC for the night. while at the back of my mind, there were huge headlines like "YOU HAVE TWO MORE PROJECTS TO COLLATE AT HOME!!!!!!!!!! DEADLINE TMR!!!!!!!!!" hah. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, i miss my girls like a wholeeee lot. everrrrrrrry single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's like this at the mo: testosterone &gt; oestrogen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: i never fail to feel like a lil' kid opening presents when i open the mailbox to find....... PACKAGES FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. :D:D teeheeheehee. more lovely things for me! the happiness radiating from me would mark a 9.0 on the richter scale. :D:D:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-8441538978676957421?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8441538978676957421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8441538978676957421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/01/gotta-figure-what-i-need.html' title='gotta figure what i need'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-7131085250826829131</id><published>2007-01-08T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:24:16.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of white lies &amp; love</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;There's never a right time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta make the first move&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if I don't you gonna start hating me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I really don't feel the way I once felt about you&lt;br /&gt;Girl it's not you, it's me&lt;br /&gt;I kinda gotta figure out what I need (oh)&lt;br /&gt;There's never a right time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But we know that we gotta go&lt;br /&gt;Our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's hard but I gotta do it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys tell me its all a lie. a lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-7131085250826829131?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/7131085250826829131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/7131085250826829131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-white-lies-love.html' title='of white lies &amp; love'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-5211494530807870883</id><published>2007-01-06T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T00:01:41.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give it all up to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;falkahhaifjaslkfjalskfa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm craving for bread &amp; butter pudding soooooo sooooo soooooo badly. :(((( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;been shopping too much lately. &gt;:( impromptu date with dajie the love on weds. :D satisfied ourselves with grrrreat shopping &amp;amp; much goss over a certain bruneian! :D F21, Pull&amp;Bear &amp;amp; jellies are lurrrrrrrve. :D:D supposed to hang out at dajie's on friday, me indulging myself in more of chun. HAHAHA. but noooo. ended up in arab street with the imperial moomoo. tho i had a scary experience of blacking out. bad enough with the horrible case of diarrhoea. BOOBOO. sha &amp; jacky, must be you both curse me oneeeeeeeeeee. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016945527059566802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RZ_FYD3e0NI/AAAAAAAAACc/o1Oy4YeP8W4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;me with the imperial moomoo! :D:D:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016945724628062434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RZ_Fjj3e0OI/AAAAAAAAACk/4j9mc0Ken2I/s320/PC310159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this girl makes me go all crazy over her. she's definitely what i call a little bundle of joy! &lt;/p&gt;HOGAY! I LOVE CUPCAKES I LOVE DAJIE BEFORE ANYONE STARTS FEELING JEALOUS I LOVE EVERYONE LA but HAHAHAHA....... I LOVE CHUN. :O :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, happy 4th to you darlings. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a deliriously high entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-5211494530807870883?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/5211494530807870883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/5211494530807870883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/01/give-it-all-up-to-me.html' title='give it all up to me'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RZ_FYD3e0NI/AAAAAAAAACc/o1Oy4YeP8W4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-8302057191091150095</id><published>2007-01-01T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:30:51.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;-stretchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got up from my dreamless &amp; sound sleep. but first things first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR HUNS! :D :D :D :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may 2oo7 be a smashinggggggg great year! a year better than 2oo6 ever was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me what were you doing the last few mins of 2006 &amp;amp; first few mins of 2007....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine was spent by having a full blown &lt;strong&gt;SNOW FOAM WAR!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;runnnnnnning around, chasing each other with the seabreeze in our hair, spraying each other gleefully with a childlike candor. laughing like i havn't had in a while. :D -SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE THE CAN. SPRITTTTTTTZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sweeeet day indeed. rocky masters, carrefour, iced fruit tea, cabs, east coast, faiz being the greatest comedian-talkcockentertainer, talking the night through, pinkish-purple sky, indian poker, ming's dennis-the-menace childhood stories, laughters from deep within, memories of the beloved greatgrannie, secrets unveiled, pretty sparklers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the saying goes, blood will always be thicker than water. &amp; &lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt; thanks to nureen for being the ever-magnanimous sweetheart for allowing this special day of yours to be spent with us. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit: why did the bombings at bangkok have to happen!!!! rah. &lt;s&gt;great&lt;/s&gt; way to start a new year huh. &amp; &lt;strong&gt;urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,&lt;/strong&gt; i hope dad doesnt rethink about letting me go bangkok with friends/c0usins! dfalksdhvkadcadckagwury&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-8302057191091150095?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8302057191091150095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8302057191091150095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2007/01/sweet-innocence.html' title='sweet innocence'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-5748443714417240263</id><published>2006-12-28T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:57:40.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>candycanes</title><content type='html'>i'm really too nice to my brother. considering the fact that he used to be a great ole' grouch. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aye edwin, my brother &amp; you can be best friends. :D:D&lt;/span&gt; anywayyyys, that little sneak should know i hatehatehate going out of the house when my mind's &amp;amp; body's all set about staying at home, yet i'm going out to fetch him soon, cause he's feeling... not well. :/ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ya la ya la, go out with girl then not well. whatttttt onlyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt; &amp; considering the fact that i'm still super exhausted after such a longggggggg, chaotic dayyyy. :( its a very gallant effort to change out of my PEEEJAYS and go fetch him. &amp;amp; its raining yet again &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(why am i not surprise?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a flurry of activities these days. tho &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;much more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; days are spent idling at home. watching more &amp; more dvds, SIMPLE LIFE 4! and attempted yet again to watch prison break. but yet again again, I GIVE UP. just doesnt like me, that darned series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyyyyyways, went on a mini hiatus for a while. didnt feel like blogging or didnt feel like there's anything to blog about. BUT i hope for now that my blogging thing is back. god am i like one old-long-story-granny. the main point is that: i'mbloggingnowcauseeeeeeeee &lt;strong&gt;IFEELSO GUILTYFORTHEAMOUNTOFSHOPPINGI'VEDONELATELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;like blogging helps.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today was spent shopping with mom &amp;amp; brother. it was like a major zara spree for me. am now a proud owner of 3 more zara skinnies! :D:D:D:D:D:D &amp; yet another 2 more zara tops. to think that i'm still waiting for my loot of near a dozen goodies from wetseal. and some here &amp;amp; there from forever21,supre &amp; gojane. &amp;amp; bro finally got himself the topshop skinnies he's been lusting after. &lt;strong&gt;happy happy shopping day for us trio! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fill you in about my holidays so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shopping with the bestie!!! :D would have loved more shopping trips &amp; girlie day out, but nooooooo. she has to go to malacca for xmas AND new year's. kajfsadnfjabkjfba. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013585799000551746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RZPVuJhe8UI/AAAAAAAAACE/OEW8S862Dlc/s320/joint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp; i also actually went shopping with my brother! :D the perks of him growing up. he's actually having conversations with me now. &amp;amp; tells me things abt him, his life, his friends, girls &amp; what nots! cooooolio! :D i'm starting to feel like a real big sister. heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; settlers cafe with amandada, mo-mohan, ed-winnie &amp; jack&amp;amp;thebeanstalk sometime last week. super fun!!! pictures courtesy of edwin, LET ME EAT YOUR PHOTOS! that colorful game called 'ticket to ride' was reallllllleh FUN! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h124/edwinksj/201220061809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h124/edwinksj/201220061811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h124/edwinksj/201220061813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="408" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h124/edwinksj/201220061814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH! i was cursing &amp; aldkhvdhfufdsjanfnakjLKHADNFKJ starhub yesterday for the shitty internet connection. &amp;amp; to think after a full day of cursing starhub, my dad came home to tell me that its because of the earthquake in taiwan. ahhhh, which is like a &lt;strong&gt;heeeee-uge&lt;/strong&gt; sign that i should read the papers more often &amp; watch more of the news. :/ what to doooooo, my source of currentaffairs&amp;amp;wikipediafreak's gone. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so how was your xmas? mine was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;greeeeeat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with a capital G! hehehehehhehee. had a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;superb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; family day! :D:D lunched &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(with me still being amazed, after like 8teen years now, at the amount ming can eat!)&lt;/span&gt;, 'night at the museum' with the cousins &amp; my super-ON aunt, chilling at starbucks &amp;amp; dinner with the presence of yet another pair super-ON uncle&amp;aunt &amp;amp; GRANNNNNY! imagine my granny in cineleisure. cool yo. hahahaha. nice to spend time with my lovely extended family &amp; i was super enlightened to the smokes that day. HAHAHA. pardon the pun guys. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013574872603750578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RZPLyJhe8LI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MRTObZdSWbs/s320/PC250127.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;just me &amp; a fraction of my cousins. :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then the boys decided to imitate some cd covers....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013575241970938066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RZPMHphe8NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/K0aStYSZuUw/s320/PC250131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;dicky with my oversized shades, imitating p diddy at the back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013575332165251298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RZPMM5he8OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BUuDln8E85U/s320/PC250133.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i wanna die of laughter looking at this picture. THIS IS WHAT I CALL A FABBBBB IMITATION OF MADONNNNA! LOLLLLL! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013575667172700402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RZPMgZhe8PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L7pz6SItXiI/s320/PC250135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i honestly have no idea who that is that dicky's imitating&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013575748777079042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RZPMlJhe8QI/AAAAAAAAABA/FIibbLR67T4/s320/PC250136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yet another one, imitating Jet (dicky with yet again my shades. :/)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013575972115378466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RZPMyJhe8SI/AAAAAAAAABQ/El3iHhxUTBU/s320/PC250139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013575847561326866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RZPMq5he8RI/AAAAAAAAABI/cKiGzBNdc2s/s320/PC250137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013578205498372402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RZPO0Jhe8TI/AAAAAAAAABY/uzXDOmDLmnw/s320/PC250140.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &amp; FOOJINGTING!!!! mind telling me when you actually wrote this note &amp;amp; how come it ended up in my wallet? i'm guessing that its circa the first few weeks of new semester?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013587534167339346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RZPXTJhe8VI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HFjTWTpHP9w/s320/PC210061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;what a way to start blogging again, a jumbledup entry of sorts. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-5748443714417240263?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/5748443714417240263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/5748443714417240263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/12/candycanes.html' title='candycanes'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6HOL_Y6-iY4/RZPVuJhe8UI/AAAAAAAAACE/OEW8S862Dlc/s72-c/joint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-4281096086143460764</id><published>2006-12-05T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:30:26.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>supergrrrrrrrl no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;what a relief.&lt;/strong&gt; :D *jiggydances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the tests are ovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvver! &lt;strong&gt;mommmmy its overrrrrrrrrrr! (:(:(:(:&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; french was A-OKAYYYY! tho monsieur mallard did snigger &amp;amp; was stifling a laugh when i said that i dislike faeces in french during the oral test. &lt;strong&gt;HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt; (like what can i do!!! for i have a limited french vocabulary, i would very much like to put down heights or the supernatural, but no! moi don't know the french words for those) hopefully the sexy picture of nicole kidman on my written assignment will make him feel generous with the marks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH. i'm so happy that i feel like making big fat smiley cookies and give it out to everrrrrrryone! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenacious d. tomorrow. &amp; &lt;strong&gt;HOPEFULLY&lt;/strong&gt; some more retail therapy after the movie if the two boys &amp; dadada are up for it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the hot red snakeskin peeptoe wedges!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now, let me just sit back &amp;amp; relax while my online shopping loot come squished into the letterbox. :D:D:D:D it really feels like xmas came early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-4281096086143460764?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/4281096086143460764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/4281096086143460764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/12/supergrrrrrrrl-no-more.html' title='supergrrrrrrrl no more'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-4272022304285132132</id><published>2006-12-03T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:04:23.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one misses me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;warning: extremely random post cause i'm feeling.... random.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad &amp; mom's 21st wedding anni, yet they were bickering halfway through the day. as usualllll. and then poof! in a min/two the way they're acting, you'll never believe it even happened. thats the cool thing about couples. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously feel like wearing PJs to school tomorrow. but we all know i wont. i'm self conscious that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bit my tongue till it bled today. and my blood was so bright red! :D :D :D ahhh..... i think i'm the only idiot who bit her tongue while excitedly chewing nata de coco. i bet no one knows i'm in love with nata de coco. &amp;amp; vanilla milk tea (tho i think this is a widely known secret)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; OH OH OH!!!! i discovered my school has kick ass vanilla milk tea. shall get some tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like going shoe shopping alone tomorrow. lusting over this red peeptoe snakeskin hottttttt wedges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; hey! i've got a new guess bag to carry around now. :D :D :D my mom's so crazy sometimes though, she wanted to surprise me with the guess bag as my next birthday present. but like wthhhh, my birthday's like a good 9 months away. but HAH, i got meself a new bag. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i start my family, first thing i'll do is get my HUBBYHUBS, me, and my cute kid matching birkis. how cute. :D:D:D i'll get the madrid for myself, gizeh for HUBBYHUBS and ehhhh havnt thought of one cutting for the kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough random thoughts for now. its back to scratching my eyeballs out during biz finance tomorrow. ooo yay i'm &lt;s&gt;excited&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleated seashell-like shaped clutches are da bomb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-4272022304285132132?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/4272022304285132132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/4272022304285132132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-one-misses-me.html' title='no one misses me'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-4653960285903817177</id><published>2006-11-29T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:36:28.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;this is so infuriating!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; rahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been doing everything&lt;em&gt; except&lt;/em&gt; study, one whole damn day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things on my mind, sighhhh. i just drift into lalaland everytime i seat myself in front of my HR notes. this is so annoying. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please save me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i still havn't watched material girls till now, rrrrraaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh. &amp; i have a break from 12-3 tomorrow, all alone, cause dada &amp;amp; edwin &amp; momo has their elective classes. *(!@&amp;amp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-4653960285903817177?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/4653960285903817177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/4653960285903817177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/11/give-me-wings.html' title='give me wings'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-8443726297537621254</id><published>2006-11-27T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:16:34.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; lollipops are my saving grace</title><content type='html'>23857rufhajcnjkabdcah &lt;strong&gt;KTHXBLOGGER&lt;/strong&gt;. for loading ever sooo &lt;em&gt;ssssllloooowwwwwwllllyyy&lt;/em&gt; that i'm actually collecting cobwebs waiting. okay besides the point, but i lost all my vigour for blogging while waiting. &lt;strong&gt;KTHXAGAINBLOGGGER&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in desperate need of therapy. or dumping all my emotional &amp; stressful load on a nice shrink, would work too. but for now, i'll settle for retail therapy, which CANISAY is muchos less expensive. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retail therapy does wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, &lt;strong&gt;i hate biz finance with a vengeance&lt;/strong&gt;. growwwwls. &amp;amp; to think i'm off to battle with HR now. growwwwwlsX2oooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-8443726297537621254?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8443726297537621254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/8443726297537621254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/11/lollipops-are-my-saving-grace.html' title='&amp; lollipops are my saving grace'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-116369302700786725</id><published>2006-11-17T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T03:21:02.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;two clips for you all to check out this time:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slimderella.bobbin-comic.com/01.html"&gt;http://slimderella.bobbin-comic.com/01.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slimderella is so cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YapRqD7qfcs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YapRqD7qfcs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms swan is so irrrrrrrrrritating my godddddddddd. credits to jingting for the video. hahahahhaa, but funny nonetheless. exasperating like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been feeling happy these days. the biz law test is overrrrrrrrrrrr. i got to explore vivo. &lt;strong&gt;I AM A PROUD OWNER OF TEH ZARA BLACK SKINNNNNNIES!&lt;/strong&gt; so fabuloooosh. &amp; the boyf has been an angelllllllllll. such a sweetheart please. :D i'm a happy happy girrrrrrrrrrl. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho now there's 2 more tests looming ahead, and more projects to start on. sighhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; tomorrow you see me buried in biz finance. ;lU(dsfihasdkjfhjdhsdfhjkgd463gvdx foqiwr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hogay goodnight world. i'm too tired. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-116369302700786725?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/116369302700786725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/116369302700786725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/11/httpslimderella.html' title='my love'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-116325204744158175</id><published>2006-11-11T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:29:59.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovequake</title><content type='html'>what a &lt;em&gt;lacklustre&lt;/em&gt; week this has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesdays i think are slowly becoming the day of the week where i get to meet the boy. :D tho i really wish we could meet more often. :( booooo. the schedules are really getting very unforgiving on us. sadddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hari raya outing scheduled for wednesday with nurul &amp; co was cancelled. saddddddddd. so i spent the day moping at home, lamenting over the amount of work to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; date with jie was cancelled :( cause the ict project is still not completed. just when i thought i could find some sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so friday evening was spent cooped up in the school lab. attempting to finish our ict project. wishing i was elsewhere or out there relaxing. watching the guys binge on nuggets. i think they consumed nearly 50nuggets. 0.0 &lt;strong&gt;-gulps&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; today, &lt;strong&gt;URGHHHH I WASTED A HELLA OF A GOOD DAY TODAY!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; grrrrrahhhhhh. initial plans was that the parents were gonna drrrag me to jb. and just when i set aside the day for them, they decided to argue at 11am in the morning over SODDING TEABAGS. like aojalksfashfkajhfjahsfjakfshsakjhwtf?!?!? psychotic parents i have. and added with the fact that the stupid clouds does not wanna ease on its tears, you get me and my parents sitting at home. them fuming at each other, me fuming at them. grrrrrrrrrahhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i thought, fine okay, i shall continue with my work and study for the icas. but i then again i decided not to continue, cos hell i need a break!!!! but then ITS SO MAJORLY BORING that i'm like physical &amp;amp; mentally fighting with myself. Nurul A says "DO SOME WORK DAMMIT! you know you have lots of work to complete" while Nurul B says "DONT DO ANY WORK FOR THE DAY DAMMIT! you need a welldeserved break"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so far Nurul B's been winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but soon Nurul A is gonna triumph cos i think i have nothing else to do except for school work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sad is this. turning away free time for schoolwork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-116325204744158175?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/116325204744158175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/116325204744158175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/11/lovequake.html' title='lovequake'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-116298662249224545</id><published>2006-11-08T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:29:58.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gentle smile</title><content type='html'>jingting loves spongebob. jingting loves spongebob so much that i got her lotsa spongebob goodies for her birthday. i bet jingting's been biting the spongebob cushie/bolster that i got for her while she's sleeping. jingting loves kayaking too. jingting loves the kallang river. HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHA. jingting loves the poor bloated dead cat floating down kallang river. bless thy poor soul cat. jingting loves me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingting says i never write about her. so here you go, an entry just for you FOO JINGGGGGGG TINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. FOOJINGTING, cause you love spongebob so much, i assigned you, amanda &amp;amp; chingy the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AREEEEE YOU READDDDDDY KIDDDS!!!! AYE AYE CAPTAIN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ringtone scared the living daylights out of me this morning. i nearly jumped off my bed. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*mutters "stupid spongebob..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. to everyone else, please go watch this video.&lt;br /&gt;hella funnehhhhh. watch till the end, the feedback get even quirkier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-rg7Dl7n8bY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-rg7Dl7n8bY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-116298662249224545?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/116298662249224545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/116298662249224545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/11/gentle-smile.html' title='gentle smile'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-116248112226369416</id><published>2006-11-02T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:29:58.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>candycane</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;selamat hari raya!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i know i am so late)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/PA240054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my big jolly family! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday&lt;/strong&gt; was spent recuperating &amp; collecting back all the energy lost after the crazy weekend of hari rayaing with the family. but it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;funnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i got to play with CUTE SMART LITTLE AISYAH. i swear she is the smartest 1year 2months old kid around, her innocent reaction to stuff that fascinates her is just oh so adorable. i love her so so so so so so much. i wish i could just keep her in my pocket. but boy is it tiring to run after her all the time, she has tons &amp;amp; tons of energy that little bundle of joy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; after school on &lt;strong&gt;tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; evening was spent with the boy. we had gelare after dinner &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;//dinner was so substandard please. the creamy pasta was so uncreamy. :( !&lt;/span&gt; neverending craving for gelare that boy! i would build him a waffle house one day. heh. beeeeboooooooo, do you want a waffle house? :D :D :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;, was sentosa-ing with the guys &amp;amp; amandadadada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/ontheway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/boyswillbeboys.jpg" border="0" /&gt; traipsed all the way to sentosa just to get a picture taken for the silly national education module that we're to do. pretty stupid. but we had some fun at least. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/outsideimages.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/edwinandjack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;played silly card games that rocked the subway at sentosa down. =O &amp; they managed to play some frisbee in the drizzle, in compensation for the lack of sea soaking cause of the weather. i swear the loudhailers that the lifeguards use can render you deaf. while amanda &amp;amp; sha &amp; me were happily enjoying our ben&amp;amp;jerrrrrys and laughing at some china man who i bet was secretly interested in sha. hardyharhar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/bensjerry.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to vivo for dinner after that. &amp; i must say, &lt;strong&gt;BOYS WILL BE BOYS.&lt;/strong&gt; they went kookoo in toys'r'us. =P &amp;amp; i didnt get to explore. :( so anyways, those are the silly boys down there. saluting some lifesized toy policeman, playing with swords, pretending to be kawaii girls with blue hair 0.0, playboy jacky &amp; hello kitty teejun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/toysrus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; baby! there was this huge bigger than life sized transformer!!!! a peekture taken just for you. (: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/transformer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday&lt;/strong&gt; was duh, as usual, my biz law classes at night. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp; &lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt;, i was out with my lovely girls!!!!! :D but i swear i was so tired. the pictures themselves are proof. no picture i took was nice, eyebags &amp;amp; all. so so so so tired. i'm starting to wear out, me oldddd oleady. :( but at least i managed to catch up with them. :D but booooooooooo, we didnt get to take picture with the momsy hen. raahhhh... so thats my dajie, erjie &amp; mememe. i cringe when i look at myself. i really should go get some rest. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/PB030061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/PB030068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;while todayyyyy, was harirayaing with the boy &amp; company. i'm helllllla tired now. out for approx 12+hours to 7 houses. kudos to aishah &amp;amp; bud for driving us around. if not, i think i would have KO-ed halfway through. LOLLL. but i got to meet nizam's GORGEYYYYY KITTENS!!!! dammit. i was so tempted to stuff one into my handbag, but noooo, she couldnt possibly fit. sighhhh. nizam, can you please please please just give me FC. i fell in love at first sight. nuh's cat is super cute too please, resting its chin at the leg rest. lazzzzy lazzzzy ah you. while harith's cat is soooo fat!!! &amp; me loves fat cats. but so scared of people. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahhh dammit, i'm goo goo gaa gaaing over cats. hahaha. so we had fun moments, khaiyisha &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sorry me nono how to spell your name till now)&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; me racing talib&amp;harith, the walkfast brothers. &amp;amp; i swear my melissas were a BITCHHHHH to wear today. #%(*@&amp;# i should have just worn my 4.5" heels, which i can swear to you would have been much comfier than this 3.5" melissas. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; kin's panic over his loss of 4kg&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like wtf9871348761r hakjfchbagcbhasb I KNOW!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i told him that if i post this up, people would clobber him for coming up with such a statement, there are people who would die to lose weight. LOLLLL. he just starting feeding himself lotsa junk, feeling sad. like wth i know! so please, kindly clobber him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hogayyyy, enough storytelling, some pictures! tho quite a bit of the pictures were blurrrr. :( i guess people are just not used to using my camera. dangggg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/400/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;please pardon this extra long post la hogayyy. you can tell how packed my week was, i couldnt finish updating each time. so in the end, it keeps getting saved as draft. &amp; i swore to myself tonight that i'll complete the entry. its been a weeeeek yo. so now i'm off to go to bed &amp;amp; talk sweetnothings with the boy &amp;amp; slip off into dreamland soundly. &lt;p&gt;tomorrow is yet another day of crazy hari rayaing (i hope not) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;night loves. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-116248112226369416?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/116248112226369416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/116248112226369416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/11/candycane.html' title='candycane'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-116159956977263772</id><published>2006-10-23T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:29:58.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guessing game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/mucus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/mucus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUUUUURRRRVELY mucus&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;actually the picture does my lovely blob no justice. its more yellll-YUCKS-lowwwww &amp; gooey &amp;amp; woooo, it would feel right in place in a halloween themed house. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like mega &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;rap with a capital C. was as awake as any damn owl the whole night. tossing and turning with the stupid flu. cough cough cough. if my coughs could make me fly. i would be coughing my way to New York. does that even make any sense? nah, just like how my life doesn't. anyways, like zzzzomg, its hurts so bad. :( but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my voice sounds so&lt;strong&gt; sexxxxaaaayyy sexxxaaayyy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sorry i wont take in requests for podcasts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no school no school for me today. spare amanda &amp; edwin &amp;amp; mohan my coughing fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about school, paparazzi shots in the library one fine day when ms nurul was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/mycollage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&amp; this is what you get when edwin gets hold my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/edwinscollage.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;friday was spent scrambling over efma, first lecture &amp; i'm flustered already dammit. hung out in town after school with edwin &amp;amp; jackkkkkkky jackkkkky jackkkkky! helped the clueless edwin pick out presents for amanda &amp; ting. :D &amp;amp; omg there was a hello kitty fair at the talking hall of taka dept store. :(((( i didn't even manage to get anything. boooooooooooooooo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but woooolalala, there was the cleo fashion awards thingamajig at wisma, purrrtay purrrrrrrrrrrtay barbie doll houses!!! my pictures do no justice to them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/barbiedollhouses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the day today was spent coughing lots, sniffing lots, blowing my nose lots, wishicouldchopoffmythroat lots, but i found this icon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/8068689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;so omg cute huh. tooooo cute to resist. look on boy's face = exactly how i felt that day when i was attempting my efma &amp; biz finance tutorials. two accounting modules this semester YO. muchos luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/randomcollage.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a jumble of pictures from yonkkkkers ago: the whatevermuffin &amp; my ultimate love of vanilla ice blended jazz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; MY NEW PENCIL CASE!!! :D polka dots + hello kitty + pink = nurul happy. :D &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the most cutest bottle of chewing gum everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, thanks amandadada! :D &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the drama at the end of the last day of tep! nurul huhuhuhuda with a gas mask &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the boy wrapping up my stack of boxes at ikea = act macho luhhhhh, the masculine side emerges!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/teplastday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&amp; how can i forget, these photos from a week plus ago: &lt;strong&gt;LAST DAY OF TEP!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my polka polka dots shoes + nurul's whiteys, while waiting for a cab &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; big happy family of MSC batch sep 2oo6!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay done with my helterskelter crazy incoherent post. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-116159956977263772?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/116159956977263772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/116159956977263772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/10/guessing-game.html' title='guessing game'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-116126964144802945</id><published>2006-10-19T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:29:57.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>invisible</title><content type='html'>i'm one crazy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;its a no wonder nobody loves me.&lt;br /&gt;*breaks into the nobodyyyy loveeeesssss meeeeee song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOBODYYYYYY LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES ME,&lt;br /&gt;EVERRRRRYYYYBODDDYYYYYYY HATES ME,&lt;br /&gt;I'MMMM GONNNNNA EATTT SOME WORRRRMMMMS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you seriously gonna sing it in the way i just typed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i'm one crazy bitch. because i have a perfectly fine written entry saved, photos that have just been uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, i suddenly decide that nahhhh, i decide not to update with the entry &amp;amp; pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what you get now is a whole lotta bullll &amp;amp; no pictures to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOOOOOO BADDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-116126964144802945?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/116126964144802945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/116126964144802945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/10/invisible.html' title='invisible'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-116054355293308014</id><published>2006-10-11T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:25.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know what? fuck it. happy days are here once again....</title><content type='html'>i'll be back soon with a proper entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-116054355293308014?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/116054355293308014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/116054355293308014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-know-what-fuck-it-happy-days-are.html' title='you know what? fuck it. happy days are here once again....'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115890180903391619</id><published>2006-09-22T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:25.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life filled with colors</title><content type='html'>i toyed around with the idea of shutting down my blog for a while. but thanks to the whirlwind schedule of mine, i never got around to shutting it down. like omg retarded. i know. hardyharhar. so now i decided, no shutting down. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well things are certainly picking up now. :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for one thing tho, which i have yet to seek a doctor's advice. bugger. just go away you stupid thing. its like, since i entered my third stopover for tep, one after another type of illness will bug me. from being sick to horrrrrrribly sick to yet another type of sickness. how annoying you tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't think i ever did upload this photo below. but hohohoho. &lt;strong&gt;I REMEMBER THIS DAY.&lt;/strong&gt; the day i started being horribly sick. :( the top second pic = look at my retarded face, screwed up in pain. bottom first pic = the boy trying to look like a no neck turtle. which is weird to look at, cause people are always saying he has a long neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/joint.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp; so i'm on leave for the whole of today! LIKE HAPPINESS PLEASE. but i'm so omg tired to even go out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its been an &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;excruciating&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;two weeks, but as they say, there's always a rainbow after the rain. &amp;amp; i'm in my RAINNNNBOW PHASE!!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm torn torn torn between two lomocams. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;can someone please just slap me &amp; tell me to quit procrastinating &amp; just get the chrome actionsampler?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/asc_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to &lt;strong&gt;bloody quit thinking&lt;/strong&gt; about the dalek supersampler. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but rahhhhhhhhhhhhh, i wantwantwantwant the dalek supersampler. its so pretty. like its omgpink! :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/587637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/dalek_package.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:( :( :( :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115890180903391619?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115890180903391619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115890180903391619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-filled-with-colors.html' title='life filled with colors'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115846541295278758</id><published>2006-09-17T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:24.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imagination's running wild in the wind</title><content type='html'>i hope from now that things will pick up. cause it cant go any lower. pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so the past week was rather a blur, i would prefer not to think abt it. especially the fact that ive been cabbing to school the whole week. :( pretty hilarious i must say. i would tell myself, rather convincingly, no way i'm gonna be lazy tomorrow morning. &amp;amp; i'll wake up determined to take the mrt, just like everyone else. &amp; i'll get out of the house semi determined. but the min i reach the roadside, everything just fades away. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week's gonna be more cab-loving. cause my team have got to OT in school. sad huhhhhhhhhhh. hopefully we wont pass midnight. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no idea what is there to be updated about, &lt;strong&gt;SEE LA JINGTING&lt;/strong&gt;! you ask me to update. i end up doing it sounding stupid, all because &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU SO MUCH&lt;/strong&gt; that i listen to you. but for now, i'm gonna take things one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive gotta dig some time off from tep to meet a whole lotta people. people ive not seen for some time now. i miss you all like mad hogayyy! but YOU SEE YOU SEE! i tried to take leave on monday. AND LOOOOOOOK AT WHATS GONNA HAPPEN! :( i might have to OT from monday to thursday. like as tho being in school from 830-6 everyday is not bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BRACE UP. this whole tep thing is gonna be over soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115846541295278758?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115846541295278758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115846541295278758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/09/imaginations-running-wild-in-wind.html' title='imagination&apos;s running wild in the wind'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115822641975191593</id><published>2006-09-14T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:24.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melancholic</title><content type='html'>ever since the start of this new stopover at attachment, the days pass by very quickly. &amp; yet today is the first since the start that i'm surfing the net, being bored out of my mind, doing a crazzzzzy amount of sudokus to pass the time. its just me &amp;amp; michelle, the team mate here. everyone else has abandoned us to help out with some stocks, while we're the watchdogs for the stocks in our room. well, someone gotta do the boring job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its raining...&lt;br /&gt;what i would do to be home, snuggling up in bed.&lt;br /&gt;its a beautiful day...&lt;br /&gt;what i would do to be out, laughing my ass off with my best friend over some crazy jokes.&lt;br /&gt;its a thursday...&lt;br /&gt;what i would give to be talking to a loved one, anticipating the upcoming weekend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know how much i miss people of the past? from the primary school friends to the crazy crescent chicas to the adorable class of bm0507 to everyone that was once in my life. and especially... that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i would give to have all these people back in my life. greedy, you might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money can never buy the relationships i have with people, be it in the past or the present or the future. no amount of shopping can give me memories and happy times with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but circumstances change. people change. as the time ebbs by, we lose precious ones one by one.&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile i'll just hold on to &amp; cherish whoever that's still here and give them the best i can ever give. before they&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; slip away&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one has to remember that........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;nothing's ever constant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps change is the only constant&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to friends forever&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to everlasting love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll be fine. &lt;strong&gt;AZA AZA FIGHTIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115822641975191593?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115822641975191593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115822641975191593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/09/melancholic.html' title='melancholic'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115773453656964834</id><published>2006-09-11T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:24.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweeeeeeeeet</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[entry as of sunday morning]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so sick that its not even funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids, let me teach you a lesson, next time when you havn't been sick for some time, do not, and i really mean DO NOT lament about how long you have not been sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE ITS REALLY NOT FUNNY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it. to think that its a day where i can sleep in, i spent the whole night feeling so dreadful, tossing &amp; turning. and waking up every single bloody hour. and no i'm not kidding. my poor body aches everywhere now. i had to get up, run to the toilet to clear my poor bladder, all because i keep drinking warm water to hydrate my throat. blow my nose for the 12094829835784325 time &amp;amp; cough cough cough all the mucus and shit out. with this stupid fever. i feel like killing someone now, namely myself. and then figure out a pseudo-comfy position and fall asleep in a restless state again. like wow. what an exciting night i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[end of entry]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; after typing all that on a sunday morning, i &lt;strong&gt;KO&lt;/strong&gt;-ed from then onwards. everything just went downhill. fever shot up, throat became crazily similar to those rough sandy paper. no appetite at all. no nothing. as quoted from me just now, "ive never slept so much but still feel like shit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it did notttttttt get better till today noon. morning i was like a frickkin sheet of white paper. &lt;strong&gt;THANK GOD FOR MAKEUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when i did get better a little after lunch,&lt;strong&gt; I SUDDENLY RAISED MY ARMS &amp;amp; YELLED YAYYYYYYY!&lt;/strong&gt; in our "office" which inevidently quipped some raised eyebrows from my team members, who i bet just added another tick to the "list of stuff to prove that nurul is crazy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHEEEEEEEEEEERS TO GOOOOOOD HEALTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nothing beats that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so yesterday the boyfriend and i went on a date date date date. many many things that i wanna do, but no i decided not to be greedy &amp;amp; to do them another day. &amp; so we caught devil wears prada (yes jie, if you wanna watch still, i'll watch with you!) &amp;amp; had yummmmmmmy sakae sushi dinnnnner. bentos &amp; sushi LOVE! no pictures of the food cause my appetite is coming back. hurhur. &amp;amp; we camwhored a little as usual. and then on the way home, i started feeling like crap. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all that sick shit started. stupid viruses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder whats it like to have a little sister. we'll be lets say 10 or more years apart in age. but it'll be so much fun. i'll just go crazyyyyy dressing her up. like serrrrrrrrriously. i saw super gorgey clothes in guess kids the other day. GRRRRAHHHH! &amp; i would love to dress her up in cutesy striped overalls from OSHKOSHBGOSH like i was by my imperial moomoo aka MUMMMMAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of my imperial moo moo, she got me somemore hangers from ikea, knowing of my shortage of hangers. but she just realised something, my wardrobe cant even take in anymore hangers, SIMPLY TOO FULL. which explains the piles of clothes i have stashed in the wardrobe. space effective measures. hurhur. so how you tell me. howwwwwwwwww. i have like a gazillion more clothes &amp; accessories &amp;amp; whatevernots still arriving, ahhh the bliss of onlineshopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; YAYYYYYYYYYY I RECEIVED A PARCEL TODAY. not that receiving parcels is not an almosteveryday thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ITS LOVE ALL THE SAME. cause i simply loveeeeeeeeeee receiving things in the mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm crazily happy over small/insignificant/usuallynotsmthicareabt shtuff cause I'M HEALTHY ALL OVER AGAINNNNNNNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ALKDSJCANCJAKN&lt;strong&gt;GRINNNNNNNNNNNS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oh &amp;amp; i feel like doing something crazy to my hair. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[OKAY NO IDEA WHY BLOGGER'S BEING A DARN.... AHHHHH NVM. SHALL NOT SCOLD BLOGGER. BUT I CANT LOAD PICTURES. SO NO YOU CANT SEE STUPID PICTURES OF ME &amp; NICE PICTURES OF BABY &amp;amp; ME &amp; YOU CANT SEE A SHOT OF MY NICE PARCEL TODAY &amp;amp; OF CUTE TOTS WEARING STRIPED OVERALLS &amp;amp; EVERY OTHER NICE PHOTOS I WAS GONNA UPLOAD. NONONO. BLOGGER HAS TO DO THIS. SO TOOOODLES HONEYBUNS!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115773453656964834?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115773453656964834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115773453656964834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/09/sweeeeeeeeet.html' title='sweeeeeeeeet'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115763407333836717</id><published>2006-09-07T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:24.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haute couture</title><content type='html'>ahhhh today i got meet one of my favvvvourite girls! JINGTING THE HUNNYBUNNY! :D she had like a gazzzzilllion stories to tell me luh. &amp; she made my dayyyyy. (: &amp;amp; the boy is not nice anymore. HAH. you owe me lots lots lots lots for these past couple of days hogayyyy. hmph. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; anyways, i had like 2days mc. &amp; knowing me, i'll die if i was gonna stay at home on the second day. so i dragged jie out. hurhurhurhurhur. &amp;amp; we had funnnn. we went shoppin shoppin! like whats new. HEH. :D two sunnies, a ccccute brooch/pin &amp; a top with a kukui necklace. LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; since lately it has been the korrrrean craze for my jie &amp; me, dinner was no exception. we had &lt;strong&gt;KOOOOREAN PHOOOOOD&lt;/strong&gt;! yumyumyum. it was like freaking authentic korean food. look at the utensils itself. the silver rice bowl. kimchiiii. freaking korean can drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/kkoorreeaannfoood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thats my jie wearing my vintage inspired shades, which actually sparked a compliment from a lady while we were waiting for the bus. like zzzzomg i thought she was gonna ask me for bus directions &amp;amp; i was like thinking &lt;em&gt;"ohnoi'msuchabusidiot!!!".&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; OH YES OH YES! while waiting for jie, i decided to check out the hello kitty shop that grace tipped me off with, AND LIKE &lt;strong&gt;OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; THAT SHOP IS &lt;strong&gt;PURE LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;. they had hello kitty fabric, hello kitty fan, hello kitty sweets &amp;amp; drinks, hello kitty everythingggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P9060005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; they even had this hello kitty glass weighing machine. like so pretty please. maybe if i had that weighing machine, i'll be motivated to lose weight, just so i can weigh myself on the pretty weighing machine. HURHUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P9060006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so i had a great day out with my JIEJIEJIE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P9060013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115763407333836717?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115763407333836717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115763407333836717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/09/haute-couture.html' title='haute couture'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115747485183872329</id><published>2006-09-06T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:23.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for you</title><content type='html'>i keep going to TINGDARLING &amp; CHINGYDARLING's blogs to check for updates, when yet i'm fullllllllllllllly darn it aware that they're in chingchongland, okay china, while me. MEEEEEEEEEEEEE. poor me out of the four musketeers is here in sodding singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i have not seen my best friend till today all because of our stupid schedules that never fail to clash like alllllll the time. LIKE DUDE I DIDNT EVEN GET TO SEE HER FOR MY BIRRRRRTHDAY. bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i miss my lurrrrrrrrvely godsisters. WHO CAN I LIKE MENTION, I MISS LIKE CRAZYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; like my poor boy has been my only company these days because everyone else's schedules either dont meet my TEPakaATTACHMENTdominant schedule or they're away in some funny land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby's been ultra sweet. getting up earlier altho he can sleep in, just to come down to school and have lunch with poor me. really appreciate it sweetheart. &amp; he ran errands for me without a bat of the eyelid, like travelling from sembawang to my school then back down to woodlands just to collect something for me and then back up to my school and then back to sembawang. like who would be willing to do that for me other than my smunnnnchkin! hurhur. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edwinnnnn, why are we such poor souls now. curse tep curseeeeeeeeeeee tep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have so many movies to watch now, i think. okay i do! but oh wells. time, time, time. where's the sodding time to do watch all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you know whats the most annoying thing now?!?!! i'm actually FREEEEEEEE tomorrow, thanks to my eversolovely doctor who gave me two days mc without even asking for it. &amp;amp; LIKE POPS CHAMPAGNE I'M FREEEE TMR!!! but no one else is free. its like one of those can i like please kill myself moment.YA KNOW YA KNOW. this is so not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh whatever. i feel kinda disheartened to blog anymore. cause i miss like everybodyyyyyyyyyyy. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115747485183872329?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115747485183872329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115747485183872329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-you.html' title='for you'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115711820438785977</id><published>2006-09-01T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:23.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's your secret?</title><content type='html'>its been a reallllly realllllly rough week since i last updated.&lt;br /&gt;life was like a bloody rollercoaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first was all the handover shit for tep.&lt;br /&gt;i was like some bloody restless kid. i so cant wait for these 6 weeks to just pass quickly.&lt;br /&gt;cause i want my life back. &lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then with shar being admitted into hospital, visited him &amp;amp; all that. it was so heartbreaking to see him in that state. sigh. may he have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;speeeeeeeedy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; recovery. &amp; sharrrrrrrr!!!! once you get well, i'll treat you to your favvvvvvvvvvvvourite mc-verythe-spicy. &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then now my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;favvvvvouritest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; girls in school are off in beijing. like they are frickkin' mixing around with the cheena-piangs &amp; left me hereeeeeeeee with no one to lunch with, no one to run to when i feel like killing myself in tep and no one to find when i need to find some form of sanity in school. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; : (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, you should check out anna sui's home.&lt;br /&gt;its my godddddddddddddddddddd superbly gorrrrrrrrrrrgeous.&lt;br /&gt;just look at her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/1390301141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;it screams LUXXXXXXE baby!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; look at her toilet, its heaven on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/239755164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so today was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shawwwwwwwwwwwww-ping day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(like when is it ever not? -roll eyes at thyself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got baby a &lt;strong&gt;SUPER-GORGEYYY&lt;/strong&gt; hoodie &amp;amp; it was perffffffecto for my sweetheart. &lt;3 size="1"&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes i know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; how many bangles do i need)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; aaaaanotherrrr belt &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YES I KNOWWWW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; how many damn belts do i need).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while this week's loot was 4 tops and a hoodie for baby. which makes it into quite a bit for these two weeks. okay enoughhhhh now. no shopping tomorrrrrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;oh yesssss. baby and me have been so telepathic about the colors of our outfits.&lt;br /&gt;that day was coincidental.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/400/joint2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;today was coincidental tooo! :D LOLLL. but sorry no pictures for today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115711820438785977?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115711820438785977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115711820438785977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/09/whats-your-secret.html' title='what&apos;s your secret?'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115668654966710204</id><published>2006-08-27T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:23.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high society girl</title><content type='html'>&amp; so the haloscan's up! :D&lt;br /&gt;so people, please direct your comments to the end of every entry.&lt;br /&gt;i took off the guestbook already. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;fallin starrr ; comment&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;--- please click on this &amp; shower me with some love. HURHUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh. okay actually i have nothing to say.&lt;strong&gt; SO TOODLES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115668654966710204?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115668654966710204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115668654966710204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/08/high-society-girl.html' title='high society girl'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115661550194953875</id><published>2006-08-27T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:23.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rouge &amp; lipstains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm oh so lazy to type/blog actually.&lt;br /&gt;but nononono to procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was spent with the boy. pretty lazy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8260004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8260020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my own cute monkee boy! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8260011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;outfit of the day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we had the intention of exploring chinatown. but noooooooooooooooo my boy was sulking and grumbling and whining along the way. so i got demoralised abt exploring. but at least i got myself another pair of vintage inspired sunnies. yay yay yay! add to &lt;em&gt;my-ever-expanding-yet-i-dont-wear-that-often-sunnies-stash!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/joint.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so we left chinatown not long after that and went down to town. to have dinnnner and walk walk walk walk walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8260022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8260027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby with my sunnies &amp; he claims he looks like a bug. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; now i'm home. tired &amp; in need of much sleep. &gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, here are some photos from the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/joint.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;there's another shot of jie and me. the only shot. hahaha. but i think she'll kill me if i put it up. so nada. no pic of us. and i look damn tired on that day i realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8220004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, how can i forget this shot. manly silly boy carrying my basket bag&lt;br /&gt;while i was fixing smth.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. still can happily walk.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahhhh i'm too (@$*@!&amp;amp; tired to type anymore. so deal with this whatididtoday entry. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sticks out tongue &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115661550194953875?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115661550194953875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115661550194953875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/08/rouge-lipstains.html' title='rouge &amp; lipstains'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115652831747010452</id><published>2006-08-26T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:22.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lullabies and rattles</title><content type='html'>i have been the biggest procrastinator in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos have been un-resized and left lying in folders. not been blogging. evvvverrrryyythingggg aside. all because my korean dvds arrived. so the past few days were spent PRINCESS HOUR-ING. and nooooooooooooo... contrary to what everyone's thinking, i never fell for Yul, that second prince, bottom right hand corner. i likkkkkkke the slitty eyes prince on the top right hand corner baybehhhh. heehee. i can sense baby rolling his eyes &amp; pretending he's not reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/2005092619060387871_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this week has been a super weird week. monday was spent.... actually i cant remember. trust my short term memory. tuesday was spent dragging baby to Supercuts to cut his hair. &lt;strong&gt;AND TADAAAAAA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/joakim.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he simply doesn't believe me that haircuts can change your face. and now its the gleeful &lt;strong&gt;ITOLDYOUSO&lt;/strong&gt; moment baby! heeheeheeheeheehee. thank you thank you. *curtsies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a couple more photos of him &amp; me &amp;amp; my da jie on that day. but yes, refer to the above point, all have not been resized. lazy me kapok the above photo from baby. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, da jie and me went shopppppingggggg. it relatively hasn't been a good week for us and so we hoped to drown all our stress and nosebleeds and exhaustion into shopping. but shopping was rather bahhhh. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday and thursday, initial plans was to go to school to complete projects. but ahhh. the lure of PRINCESSSSS HOURRRRRS. and other factors *ahem ahem* i decided to be a lazy pig and watch dvds all day long, instead of completing my projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/photo25611no1706912al.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; today, ahhh. in school the whole damn day for a test and to complete projects. how bloody boring can it be! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yes, i have gotta let my poor guestbook RIP. its been bonkers lately. its time for its demise. i might just switch to haloscan. we'll see. :D meanwhile, let my guestbook rest for a while before i shut it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urghhhh. my eyes are shutting already. must be super exhaustion from the past couple of days of being plastered to the screen and the lack of proper sleep. &gt;: (&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115652831747010452?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115652831747010452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115652831747010452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/08/lullabies-and-rattles.html' title='lullabies and rattles'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115599234931638173</id><published>2006-08-20T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:22.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>floating dreams</title><content type='html'>i wonder what it'll be like to go camping with my beloved godsisters and momsy hen. i think we'll die. and i really mean literally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ive done camping with ting, dada and chingy ching ching before. and they made sure i didnt die. yes ive gone for camps a number of times hooogayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, if only i can take up cycling a trishaw as a part time job. it'll be fun. i can &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to get a nice tan, i get plenty of exercise cycling ginormous europeans down the streets of city hall. and hey, trishaws are modern now, they play cool music! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided that i should remember to post my loots at the end of each week. to scare me into lesser shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;u&gt;loot for this week&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3 bottoms&lt;br /&gt;2 tops&lt;br /&gt;a bangle&lt;br /&gt;a mascaraaaaa&lt;br /&gt;a pair of berms for the lil brudddda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(somehow i have this gnawing feeling that i left some stuff out, but hey. this is good. it doesnt seem like i shopped too much. teeheeheee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today was quiteee a bad day for my poor boy. he was feeling sick since yesterday. but cheekopeh what he. still wanna go out today. in the end, i had to drag along a sick boy. &amp; it really wasnt fun, seeing how sick he was and everything. so in the end, we left reallllllllleh early&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (i think its the earliest ive been home on a day out with him)&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; nononono to him sending me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get well soon sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHICH MEANS YOU HAVE TO GET OFF THE COMPUTER &amp;amp; GO TO SLEEP NOW. GRRRRRAHHHHH.&lt;/strong&gt; the boyfriend is such a big baby sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115599234931638173?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115599234931638173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115599234931638173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/08/floating-dreams.html' title='floating dreams'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115582944389728433</id><published>2006-08-17T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:22.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of meadows and cows</title><content type='html'>it was a complete waste of an hour and a half in school today. surfing the net aimlessssssly, stalking more online shopping options, reading trashy blogs like PINKISTHENEWBLOGGGGGGGGG, PEREZHILTON &amp; BRYANBOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8170002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my lovely girls minus chingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp; then it was offfff to plaza singapura. had yumyummyyy pizzas for lunch. no pictures of random candid shit that happened because we were in a rush for the movie. yeahhhh. finally watched My Super Ex Gf. pretty funnneh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/400/superheros.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;after the movie, we had a muchos rad time in spotlight. walking up &amp; down the aisles like a gazilllllion times. finding quirky things to add to ting's notebook making &amp;amp; my organizer making. my organizer is gonna be the most gay-est thing youve ever seen. mwahahhaa. with muchos polka dot loveeeeeeee. :D so excited to start cracking on my soontobepretty organizer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have been Flash the Superhero's sidekick just now. the min i stepped into the house, i zipppped into the bathroom &amp; stripped &amp;amp; hop into the shower. could have been my quickest shower evaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. all in the rush to watch my lovely samsoon, which i happen to have the dvd, or rather is gonna have. cause i'm still waiting for its arrival. mwahahhaa. &amp; to think i panicked for a while cause it was mandarin audio. when it clearly stated dual sound. &amp;amp; spent 10 mins trying allllll the buttons on the remote control. in the end called my trusty sidekick TINGTING for help. &lt;p&gt;and for an hour, i was completely bedazzzzled by hyun bin. LOLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i have no idea why i've been having so many bleedin' nosebleed. rrrrahhhh. now i'm so afraid to sneeze. holding it back. just in case i spray blood like a dragon sprays fire. rrrrrrrrrrahhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8170008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i realised that my bag was like barney's big bag of goodies. so much junk inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i have got to do something abt my lame brittle nails. they are suchhhhhhhhha pain. keeps chipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i have gotta make a trip down to topshop for more jeans &amp;amp; art friend for more supplies to make my organizer even more gay &amp; MAC which i still have not gone to till now!!! procrastinator me!!! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8130001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ahhhhhhh. how cute is this. dear Miki watching tv. like how cute huh. it will take baths on its own, can fly to countries, there's a shop to buy things for. i bought like a bow &amp; makeup &amp;amp; shirt &amp; racing car &amp;amp; drums &amp; ball &amp;amp; lotsa junk &amp;amp; food. ahhh shower the digital baby some lurrrrrrve people. baby's completely obsessed with our digital baby. even more obsessed than me. how scary is that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115582944389728433?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115582944389728433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115582944389728433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-meadows-and-cows.html' title='of meadows and cows'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115546851782628493</id><published>2006-08-13T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:22.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>none cant compare to you</title><content type='html'>like zzzzzzzomg i'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive exhausted all the online shopping options. i've listened enough to the playlists on my windows media player. my stomach is grrrrrowling. like its 7pm &amp; i've still not taken a bite. i'm waiting waiting waiting for lil bro to be back with sushi. &amp;amp; for yummy dinner. i can smelllll the chilli crabs stewing itself now. yumyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its times like these that i wonder why the hell am i spending such a beautiful sunday evening bored at home. rrrrahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; its times like this that disney channel comes in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think that dad had the pompous idea of unsubscribing &lt;strong&gt;dis-&lt;em&gt;IAMNURUL'SENTERTAINMENTONBOREDSUNDAYAFTERNOONS&lt;/em&gt;-ney&lt;/strong&gt; channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like helll no wayyyyyyyyyy. cause i know there will always be stupid days like these.&lt;br /&gt;where all i can do is stalk the characters on disney channel once ive had enough stalking all the online shopping options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but like zzzzzzzzzomg this is the worst day evaaaa, cause all they have are reruns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay actually maybe that should be a trigger for telling myself&lt;br /&gt;"they have reruns becauseeeee....."&lt;br /&gt;"YOU WATCH TOO MUCH DISNEY CHANNEL NURRRRRUL"&lt;br /&gt;which equates to&lt;br /&gt;"YOU WASTE SO MANY SUNDAY AFTERNOONS STONING AT HOME"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. sometimes i wonder why i'm so dumb. i wanna get rest at home but ultimately in the evenings i'll get so bored i feel like digging out my organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yikes, i was sooooooooooooo close to ordering another pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;damn gojane.&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me i should start devising plans abt how to store my gazillion shoes. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say "aye aye captain" to all those bored sunday evening-ers like thyself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I LOVE THIS GIRLLL! :D (like look at how stupid she looks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/actcute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT I LOVE THIS BOY EVEN MORE! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/baby3.jpg" border="0" /&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/9392906-115546851782628493?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115546851782628493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115546851782628493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/08/none-cant-compare-to-you.html' title='none cant compare to you'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115522779169480007</id><published>2006-08-11T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:21.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over the rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm in the mood for incoherent speech dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy crrrrrap, somehow the games got deleted off the laptop. like there goes my entertainment for 1345982439875298435984325mins till baby finally gets back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain is floating up there in the sky. my eyeballs are rolling back into its socket. and i'm seeing pretty stars. okay actually to put it into simple words, i'm shagged. beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo beyond. that word 'beyond'. me watched 'click' with my lovely da jie today. like damn emo ah two scenes. dammit. thank god for waterproof mascara &amp; liquid eyeliners that refuse to budge. okay not that i was crying bucketloads. but a tear or several can do serious damage to non-waterproof mascara &amp;amp; smudgey eyeliners. like ya know ya got a black waterfall when you so much let a tear out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking abt waterproof mascara &amp; liquid eyeliners. i'm never getting anna sui makeup ever. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(okay maybe i'm kidding)&lt;/span&gt; cause every morning when i put on make up, in my old sleepy self, i realise that they smell so dammit good that i just wanna eat them up. imagine me eating my liquid eyeliner &amp;amp; blusher. lolllll. bandung/rose/ahhh whatever the smell is, anna sui is a rockin chick for making such kickass pretty packaged makeup. rrraaaaaaaaaahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the description of my day:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; off we went to explore parts of singapore to find charms &amp;amp; such. muchos disappointment. cause we are very horrible explorers apparently. okay maybe not that much of a disappointment, but its not worth the traipsing around under the hot singapore sun. grrrrahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off in a coooling cab for dinner. &amp; it finally hit me like how much of a ripoff the taxi charges are now. like a short distance, you might find yourself paying twice the price all because of the ripoff charges. i so need a proper ride. or maybe da jie, you can get a license &amp;amp; a proper car. &amp; then i'll be the sidekick, resting next to you with the wind blowing my shorrrrrt hair, that is if you even get a CC (cool convertible) in of course my another new pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about shoes, i have like 6 new spankin' pairs now and counting. LIKE HOW DAMMIT CRAZY IS THAT. 6 pairs in 3days. ahhhhhhhhhh. shoe whore me. maybe one fine day in 129years later, you'll find me the sad old pathetic woman who lives in a small shack surrounded by shoes, new &amp;amp; old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who can seriously resist christian louboutins, inspired or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/untitled.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfect or what.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;by the way, i have got to go get myself a book wrap for the thick thick 600page or so graphic novel that baby got me for one of my birthday presents. its a comic, with depth. apparently its a touching story. the cover's real pretty too! blue &amp; white, snowy with a lovely couple. never thought i would ever own this. &amp;amp; it has got to be the most expensive book i've owned. to think the previous most expensive book was to kill a mockingbird when i was 12. hurhur. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/Blankets.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp; baby's been so sweet &amp;amp; concerned abt miki the tamagotchi. unlike me. mwahahahaha. okay no, i'm a goooood mommy. do not be deceived by my boyfriend. he can be really mean to me. like really reallllllly mean. so mean that he looks like this &gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been 3 days since my birthday, time passes by so fast. rrrahhhh. &amp; the birthday wishes still keep streaming in. awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhh. talk about it. my da jie is the sweetest person in the whole wide worldddddddddddddddddddd. &amp;amp; i mean it. i know she reallllllly went to great lengths just to find me a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; marc jacobs inspired stam bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; omg. she really got one for me. there was like stars swirling around in my head, thanks to excitment. hehehehe. &amp;amp; to think that she still sent me home knowing how dammit exhausted &amp; sluggish i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/dajieandme.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i love this girl. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ahhhh dammit. i'm so tired. so so so so sluggish &amp;amp; exhausted. yet i'm sitting here. all because of one boy. *turning cross eyed from exhaustion* &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ahhh. toldja that i'm incoherent. not even conscious of whatever shit i just wrote.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115522779169480007?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115522779169480007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115522779169480007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/08/over-rainbow.html' title='over the rainbow'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115506122603436059</id><published>2006-08-09T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:21.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a year older i am...</title><content type='html'>mmso now i'm officially 8teen.&lt;br /&gt;2 years more and its the big 2-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nong nong nong nong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;nong nong day, but muchos fun please. &amp; memories that will be kept dear to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i leave a full blown, blow-by-blow account of my birthday yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me just say my heartfelt thanks to those who remembered:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diyanah, daddy, michelle, da jie, er jie, jingting, momsy hen, baby's mommmy, belllla, grace (tep), amanda, sarah, nisa, chingy ching ching, kin, lil' bro, shakin, liang xiang, edwin, irwan, the cousins, sarah jane, sha, amalia, deborah, edmund, jacky, sahira, hsien yew, azhar, ks, ary, kinsing, eileen, arthur, shaf, nurul, kin, sandhya, jacklyn, grace, xueli, sohail, shazilla, shikin, teejun, baby's friends, wani, seri, samantha, linette, xue yan, devi, aishah, zakiah, xiang ying, danielle, nicholas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; especially to baby. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to all the others who i've left out, so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; of course thank you all for the presents, for all of them are lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to think i got nearly all the things i want on my wishlist. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it started with a boring day in school.&lt;br /&gt;hung out with the beloved girlfriends &amp;amp; edwin &amp; sha in school, before i was whisked off by baby to start my birthday celebration rolling. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he brought me on a&lt;strong&gt; shopping spreeeee&lt;/strong&gt;! like gosh, i was stunned for a while. couldnt even think of a thing to get. but hahahahahaha. he got it started by, "get ah get ah!" hahaha. &amp; he keeps claiming "ahhh. its the first time i hear my baby dowan to buy something...." &lt;strong&gt;&gt;: (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since he proclaimed me to be the queen of the day, he became my porter/chauffeur/slave/atm machine for the day. everything i wanted, i could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close to 5hrs of shopping, poor baby had to carry allll the shopping bags &amp;amp; presents &amp; still had to traipsed around the place with me. his most dreaded activity = shopping. and yet being ohsosweet, he persevered just for the birthday girl. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once shopping was done, i was whisked off to a mysterious location which he was so adamant abt revealing, for it was his next surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalala on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; before i know it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........we reached mt faber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/mtfaber.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;us on mt faber &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8080003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;breathtaking view on mt faber. sorry ah. camera skills damn lousy.&lt;/align&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like ohmygod, my first cable car experience. &lt;strong&gt;i freakkkkked dude&lt;/strong&gt;. i have this serious fear of heights. and ahhhhhhh. hanging up there. way high up. while baby was acting like a little boy amazed by the view. me, i was too freaked out. thank god his reservations for sky dining didnt work out, or else. i would have died having to have dinner up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby was quite mad that he mistook the fireworks timing. he wanted to take me on a cable car ride with the fireworks ongoing. cause we can see from the cable car, but then we were too early. so yeah. but anyways, it's okay la hun. i enjoyed it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8080008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the cable car we got in. PINK PINK PINK!!! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8080023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're launching launching. ahhhhhhhhhhhh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/incablecar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us in the cable car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8080016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highway highway underneath us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8080024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above the sea we are. scary shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8080028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reaching sentosa station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8080029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more cable cars! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so that was my first cable car experience. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon reaching sentosa, it was a breezy walk by the beach before dinner. 3 choices of dining. i chose sakae. hahahaha. i know it sounds pretty lame that i didn't want to try the other two, but cause i didn't know whats the food like for the other 2 places. safer choice like sakae appealed more. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/sakaebabywatermelon.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;baby &amp; me in sakae. him with a mouthful of watermelonnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; baby got me this biggggg box of hello kitty goodies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8080044.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;woooolalala. hello kitty!!! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8080042.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;me with hello kitty! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so the day ended with a night stroll down sentosa, me feeling so blessed &amp;amp; happy. while poor baby must be dying under the weight of the shopping bags &amp; presents &amp;amp; an equivalent of an ipod video poorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to take a photo of all the presents &amp; loots, but then i realised that even my queen-sized bed wouldnt be able to fit everything on it. haha. &amp;amp; to think baby had to drag everything around.&lt;br /&gt;i truly did enjoy my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;the best day of my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much sweetheart. i can never thank yuou enough.&lt;br /&gt;for making me feel so loved. for making me feel so blessed. for everything that you've planned just for me. for doing things that you abso-hate just for me.&lt;br /&gt;everything was muchos appreciated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;a day after everything &amp;amp; i'm still on an emotional high.&lt;br /&gt;happy happy happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy 8teen to me!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115506122603436059?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115506122603436059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115506122603436059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/08/year-older-i-am.html' title='a year older i am...'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115505557555870544</id><published>2006-08-09T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:21.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't keep my eyes off the beauty that lies in your eyes</title><content type='html'>my head is spinning, my body is aching, my feet is screaming in pain yet my heart is singing in joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;its been a wonderful 8teen ya'll!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(special thanks to the lovely boyfriend of mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update tomorrow with pictures &amp;amp; acknowledgements of the sweet wishes from everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115505557555870544?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115505557555870544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115505557555870544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/08/cant-keep-my-eyes-off-beauty-that-lies.html' title='can&apos;t keep my eyes off the beauty that lies in your eyes'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115479730896038642</id><published>2006-08-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:20.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're the voice inside my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BEFORE I EVEN START OFF MY ENTRY. I AM MUCHOS SAD, MUCHOS MUCHOS ANGRY &amp; MUCHOS MUCHOS DEPRESSED! cause someone bought the last MARC JACOBS STAM BAG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CAN YOU SEE HOW ANGSTY I AM!!! grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. i'm muchos depressed. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start with the real entry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy has it been a busy busy busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many many meetups to be done, what with chingy &amp; sha &amp;amp; julyn's presents &amp; other barang barang. &amp;amp; tight tight schedule. until my phone died like in the late afternoon. graaaahhhhh. ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so i had my haircut todayyyy! mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much shocked at the amount of locks that got chopped off. i was still smiling &amp;amp; grinning at my stylist. but inside my heart was like &lt;strong&gt;WOAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; THERE GOES THE LOCKS!!! hahahahaha. but the more i look at it, the more i like it. oh well. hair will grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;before.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8050023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&amp; after...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yay or nay?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so we went for dinner after that, since the stupid movies we wanted to watch was stupidly full house. &lt;strong&gt;&gt;: (&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; since the two of us have been pretty much craving for pizzzzzas. we went to pizza hut. yumyum. besides their new product or what i call gimmick, looked too good to pass. but gosh was there an unearthly long queue.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt; : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; baby said "you mean rich people have to queue &amp; wait?!" like &lt;strong&gt;wtfffffff &lt;/strong&gt;luhhh this boy of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in order to cure the boredom, i decided to take more shots of my new hair &amp;amp; the outfit of the day. but noooooooooooooo, my boy finds himself too funny, he decided to creep into my shots. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8050013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp; he does it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8050016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp; he does it again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since there's an obscene crowd of patrons inside &amp;amp; outside pizza hut, naturally our food was gonna come muchos slowly &amp; making us hungry &amp;amp; very very very bored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8050018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp; the boyfriend decided to make a meal out of his jelly beans from candy empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8050027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp; baby decided to pop 3 jelly beans into his iced water. -.- which may i mention turned all soft &amp;amp; discolored, making his iced water yellow, like realllllleh yellow. yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can tell we are really bored. warning camwhores ahead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8050019.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8050023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8050026.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8050024.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8050028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp; food came! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; after dinnnner, the boy slickly just got me, or rather us, a tamagotchi!!!! like mwahahahahahahaahah!!!!! my dream of having someone i really really love to grow a tamagotchi with. lol. childish i know. BUT STILL. i serrrriously didn't expect to get a tamagotchi today. &lt;strong&gt;*GRINS GRINS GRINS like a stupid idiot.&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; then we ventured into candy empire like twice in a day?! just so he could get more candy for his lil sis. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/candy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;ahhhh. look at the candy, look at the chocolates, enticing baybehhhh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8050029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; like omg how cute they have compact candy, for the little fashionistas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8050030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp; hello kitty!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P8050032.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so our little female tamagotchi's called miki. (:&lt;br /&gt;boy is she a little princess. demanding my attention every few mins. grrrahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there she goes beeping for attention again. grrrrrahhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115479730896038642?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115479730896038642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115479730896038642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/08/youre-voice-inside-my-head.html' title='you&apos;re the voice inside my head'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115462596029910544</id><published>2006-08-03T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:20.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aishiteru</title><content type='html'>i'm having the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;killer&lt;/em&gt; MMM&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mega massive migraine&lt;/span&gt;. ahhh. that dreaded M word thats causing me so much pain. its been on since 7dammitpm. :( someone please provide me a cure. rahhhh. never has it ever been so painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so today marks the 6th month annie of the boy &amp;amp; i. (: which makes it a full year of having him in my life. 6months of pursuing me huh baby? and when i finally said yesssssssss. now its the 6th month annie! whats up with us &amp; 6? oh joyous joyous day it is! haha. thank you so much for tolerating all my nonsense, listening to me rant abt silly little things, cringing at the amount of shopping i do, be it online or offline &amp;amp; most imptly, for making me feel like i do have a place in this world afterall. i lovelovelovelove you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; not to mention, its the lao da, &lt;strong&gt;EDWINNNN's birthday&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. excited excited!!! its my birthday soon!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now if only the migraine would go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115462596029910544?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115462596029910544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115462596029910544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/08/aishiteru.html' title='aishiteru'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115459931433861324</id><published>2006-08-03T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:20.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the heart's trying to speak</title><content type='html'>sometimes we tend to forget that listening has always been a key to almost everything. such a simple thing, we take for granted. we misunderstood the true meaning of listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet most of you beg to differ, &lt;strong&gt;YES I DO LISTEN LORRRRRRRRRRRRR YOU CHICKEN MCNUGGET&lt;/strong&gt;. well maybe there's where you might be slightly mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of you &lt;em&gt;thinkkk&lt;/em&gt; you listen. but no....&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;strong&gt;hear&lt;/strong&gt;, you dont listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;strong&gt;hear&lt;/strong&gt; the words, but you dont listen to the feelings.&lt;br /&gt;the feelings underlying the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether its from a child to a father, a student to a teacher, a friend to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially for teenagers, an awkward phase in a person's life, we're no longer as young and innocent like kids, but nor are we matured adults yet. we're in between, in transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we find ourselves being misunderstood, ignored, neglected. all because no one really listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you think about it, listening is truly the key to lotsa issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;war, misunderstandings, arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, we just have to learn to listen, listen from deep within the heart. for thats when you'll be able to see the true self of a person and bring the relationships around you to a greater height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen - such a simple word, but a great depth of meaning behind it. most often than not, taken for grated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115459931433861324?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115459931433861324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115459931433861324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/08/hearts-trying-to-speak.html' title='the heart&apos;s trying to speak'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115445409841515866</id><published>2006-08-02T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:20.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know you want some</title><content type='html'>like &lt;strong&gt;omggggggggg &lt;/strong&gt;i'm so frickkin' tired its not even funneh. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need like a frickkin' massage &amp; like a frickkin' comfy bed &amp;amp; like a frickkin' nice foot massage &amp; to top it all off, MARSHMELLOWS IN HOT WHITE CHOC!!! =( dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so today i played the game of waiting. many many tasks to be completed on hand. &amp; MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! meetups, settling of birthday presents, shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my new pair of birkis arrived.&lt;br /&gt;presenting!&lt;br /&gt;joining the family, the younger siblins of Tobi &amp; Tabi is.....&lt;br /&gt;*drumrolls*&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;strong&gt;Tori &amp;amp; Tommy&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/400/toritommy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find this entry so dammit redundant. but oh cheap thrills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115445409841515866?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115445409841515866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115445409841515866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-know-you-want-some.html' title='you know you want some'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115433930508599544</id><published>2006-07-31T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:20.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joyrides &amp; whims</title><content type='html'>newly painted nails smells &lt;strong&gt;YUMMMMMAYYYY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay sorry. i felt totally bored just now so ting &amp; me happily got ourselves some colors. hah. she claims that she's gonna use it to draw. 0.0 didn't paint any bright colors but just a pale sheer-ish skin tone. makes my nails look polished now. its been neglected for the past few weeks. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/mebaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, it was a &lt;em&gt;wellspent&lt;/em&gt; weekend. happy happy! &amp; a trip down to town to collect collect the american eagle polos &amp;amp; abercrombie polos for the boyfriend &amp; my nemesis aka exneighbour aka mutual link btwn baby &amp;amp; me. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crashed at the library to read more FOXTROT!!! baby &amp; me are foxtrot whores. we can sit &amp;amp; read foxtrot for like foreverrrrr. hah. we become like two excited squirrels upon the discovery of yet another foxtrot comic book. hahahahaha. &amp; baby's so dammit cute luh when he finds one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumped into quite a number of people, be it unwanted or not. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and boy was it a day of BREEKS. like twice in a day. for lunch &amp;amp; for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;lunched at taka breeks with baby. &amp; when we caught up with the baby's buddies, we had dinner at breeks marina square. like whattt onlyyyy luh. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/sick.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/sick.2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; --&gt; my expression after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got edwin's present! &amp;amp; while scouting around, i saw the most prettiest pair of adidas ladies sneakers. its mega &lt;strong&gt;HOTTTTTTTTTT&lt;/strong&gt; pink. &amp; its from the originals range. &amp;amp; it had the flower embroidered on it too. hotttttt please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhhh. my jie is the sweetest. she knows how hung up i am on hyun bin &amp; lovely samsoon. damn serials. haha. that she taught me the step by step to get the songs and everything. with boxed up instructions on screenshots &amp;amp; all. :D thanks jie. muchos appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; anyways, me needs a well-deserved trip to MAC. like so many things i still need to get. =( &lt;strong&gt;someone sponsor me a shopping trip to MAC please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me is like so excited for my birthday this year!!! okay like whatever to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115433930508599544?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115433930508599544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115433930508599544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/07/joyrides-whims.html' title='joyrides &amp; whims'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-114845796327739637</id><published>2006-07-28T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:13.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swirls &amp; twirls : its that time of the year!!! :D</title><content type='html'>its the period of the year when there's the hussle &amp; bussle of thinking of &amp;amp; getting presents for loved ones. chingy luhhh, edwin luhhh, sha luhhhh &amp; icantrmbrwhoelse luhhh. knowing that how hard it is to think of presents &amp;amp; since everyone is asking me what i want for my birthday. i shall just be completely blatant about it &amp; post my material wishlist here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala. imma material girl, cause its a material world. know that song? haha. secretly hoping someone could get me allll the things i want. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KIDDING LUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;so anyways, &lt;strong&gt;some of the items on my wishlist:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MY LOVELY SAMSOON DVD with eng subtitles &lt;strong&gt;(LIK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E DAMMMMMMMMIT I SO WANT THIS!!!&lt;/strong&gt; i'm obsesssssed with this dammit korean drama. hah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/samsoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/l_p1004191368.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- year long supply of subway cookies: &lt;strong&gt;white chip macadamia nut&lt;/strong&gt; please &amp; double choc chip please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/fresh_fresh_cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- NewUrbanMale rubber kitten heels in GOLDDDDDDDDDDDD sz 38 (my lovely FOOJINGTING say she chop stamp reserve this already, so apparently none of you are allowed to get it for me. like lol please. )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/mainpic.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Adidas ladies sneakers szlocal7 (as much as i love pretty shoes, sometimes they can be a killer. there are days when i need comfy shoes too. :D)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/pADIDAS1-2521847_pattern_w345a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/pADIDAS1-2522042_pattern_w345a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- designer inspired bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;marc jacobs stam (in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVELOVELOVE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with this bag, give me any color except for black &amp; i'll love you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;foreverrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. orgasmic classic design please)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/marc%20jacobs.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;fendi spy (attached the nautical inspired one, many different pretty versions. just any one &amp; you'll make me a happy happy girl! pretty pretty.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/fendi%20spy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;chloe paddington in white (actually i'm not too sure abt this. its so last season, but i love the design. rahhh)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/gp_044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- sony white psp&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/SonyPSP%28white%29-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- topshop vouchers &lt;strong&gt;pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/untitled.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- anyyyy pair from melissa sz 7. ya know the candy-smelling jellies. yumyum. i can never seem to have enough from melissa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/73355-d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/73355-d.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- to be able to sit in a quaint little cafe along the streets of Paris, the city of lurrrrrrrrrrve, with of course someone i dearly love. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/cafe_Paris2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/Cafe-Bar.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/Cafe20Paris.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/Paris20Cafe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- anything with polka dots, realllleh. (&lt;strong&gt;especially &lt;/strong&gt;white dots on red base)&lt;br /&gt;this cake is like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DA BOMBBBB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/dottyaboutyouweddingcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt; -lomography cams (anyyy. and i really mean any. they all produce such beautiful pictures.)&lt;br /&gt;- nice structured, intricately designed BLAZERRRS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, these are all just material wants. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what are these, when you compare them to the most &lt;strong&gt;FAN-&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-TASTIC&lt;/strong&gt; people i have in my life. :D (pardon the language, but when you gotta use them, you gotta use them.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-114845796327739637?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114845796327739637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114845796327739637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/07/swirls-twirls-its-that-time-of-year-d.html' title='swirls &amp; twirls : its that time of the year!!! :D'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115365223455304931</id><published>2006-07-23T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:19.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waterfalls</title><content type='html'>its been a superrrrrrr lazy weekend.&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in, watching vcds/dvds, surfing the net aimlessly, stoning, watching the telly &amp; reading my brit chick lit book. tralalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its back to school tomorrow, and yet it doesnt even feel like school. for its CLASSICAL TEACHING FOR 6 HOLY WEEKS!!! HURRRRAY! lol. no attachment, no attachment. *jiggy dances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i have so much time on my hand, i shall post up the touristy pictures that momsy hen, da jie, er jie &amp;amp; me took the other time we met up. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/durian.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;we spent muchos time photowhoring here. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/3ofthem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;3 of them are some of my favouritesssst girls in the whole wide world &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not forgetting my cutest trio consisting of FOOJINGTING, amandadada, chingyyyy &amp; of course the best friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/dajieandme.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my da jie! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/erjieandme.jpg" border="0" /&gt; my er jie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/mamaandme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my momsy hen! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/funnyfaces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;making stupid faces. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/mamaandjie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dajie &amp; momsy hen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;us.... (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/feet.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;footwear galore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/paparazzi.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;paparazzi shot - me &amp; er jie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/paparazzi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;paparazzi shot - momsy hen &amp; da jie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/paparazzi3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;paparazzi shot - 3 of us walking away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and off we went to bakerzin for lovely desserts! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/desserts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;our desserts at bakerzin - da jie &amp; me each ordered what they called the profiteroles. what a name. momsy hen with her cheese cake ice cream. simply deliccccciooooussss! and er jie with her warm choc cake. yumyum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/erjieandmeposingwithdessert.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;er jie &amp; me posing with our drinks &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/jieandmamaposingwithdrinks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;momsy hen &amp; da jie with their drinks &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/meeatingfurball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me eating the furball on my phone. heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/mamaeatingherdessert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;momsy hen with her cheesecake icecream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/posingwithcupbase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;momsy hen &amp; me posing for stupid pictures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/erjiewithmamaanddajie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &amp; lastly more touristy photos of er jie &amp;amp; momsy hen &amp; da jie along the bridge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/4197885b60490.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/2294_a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/200602160021_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/b32014673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/hyunbin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; lately ive been so obsessed with hyun bin, much to the boyfriend's chagrin. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;give me more &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp; more &amp;amp; more of hyun bin please. X)&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/9392906-115365223455304931?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115365223455304931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115365223455304931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/07/waterfalls.html' title='waterfalls'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115330194003721895</id><published>2006-07-19T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:19.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cotton candy</title><content type='html'>i'm on frickkin' two days mc.... long story.............&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is that my doctor is funnnneh. lol.&lt;br /&gt;but i adore him yo. for the lovely 2 days mc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, in order to make fullllll use of my mc &amp; SINCE I WAS OUT ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met da jie in a whim &amp;amp; we went shoppppppin in chinatown. hah. &amp; i got something that i've been wanting for soooooooooooooooooooooooo long. &lt;strong&gt;heeheeheeheheeheeeheeeheeee.&lt;/strong&gt; with this something, i can go make friends with apeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR WE ARE SUSPENDERS FRIENDS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i like finally got meself a pair of suspenders yo. (: WORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after shopping shopping shopping, we decided to plop ourselves somewhere in marina square for dinner. but lo &amp;amp; behold, on the way there, we noticed that NEW YORK NEW YORK has opened!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*cues squeals!!!!!!! from the da jie &amp; i*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we peeked into it the other time while they were still renovating &amp;amp; we saw super cute booth seats. solemnly promising that we'll dine there one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yesterday, we just couldn't wait for momsy hen &amp;amp; er jie............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; SO WE DINED!!! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/newyork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/newyork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/boothseats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hah! the super cute booth seats. we even made reservations &lt;strong&gt;JUST FOR&lt;/strong&gt; the booth seats. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/drinkkks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ahhhhhhhh. i had iced white chocolate. &lt;strong&gt;I WAS LIKE A SUPER HAPPY BUNNY LUHHH!&lt;/strong&gt; for white choc is my favouritessssttttt choc in the wholeeeee world. &amp; to top it all off. IT HAD MARSHMELLLLOWS. yumyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/foooodgloriousfood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;foooood glorious fooooooooooooooooooddddddddddddddd. yum yum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/200/pooltable.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;they even had a pooool table. hurhur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;the next time i am so trying their waffles. it looked soooooo good. yumyum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115330194003721895?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115330194003721895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115330194003721895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/07/cotton-candy.html' title='cotton candy'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115306168978586509</id><published>2006-07-16T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:19.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ebb &amp; flow of our love</title><content type='html'>i still feel like i havn't gotten enough rest. rahhhh. &amp; to think its back to school tomorrow. how boring please. one more week of this brainless 830am-6pm of completely wasting time in school. and i'll be off for 6 weeks of pure pleasure (read: normal classes) &lt;strong&gt;LIKE CAN SOMEONE POP SOME CHAMPAGNE FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a pretty&lt;strong&gt; A-OOOOKAY&lt;/strong&gt; weekend for me. after the crazy weekend last week, this weekend's pretty laid-back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday evening was spent with baby, nizam, kin &amp;amp; irwankkk, just having dinner &amp; joking around. with of course irwank being the centre of the joke. hah. while saturday was baby's bestie's surrrrrrprise birthday parrrrtayyyy. oh yes, &lt;strong&gt;happy birthday harith! (: &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; so there were muchos food &amp; games(or rather, game, MURDERRRREERRRR) i became the murderer like lotttttsssssssssaaaa times luhhh. like whats up with that. &amp;amp; oh yes, thanks aishah, for dropping me off. (: &amp; today was spent lazing around. me finishing up my dvds. &amp;amp; me still wanting more rest &amp; sleep. rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I LOVE MY BABY VERY VERY VERY MUCH! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115306168978586509?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115306168978586509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115306168978586509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/07/ebb-flow-of-our-love.html' title='ebb &amp; flow of our love'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115246320893612424</id><published>2006-07-11T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:18.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our love is like fireworks, bright &amp; vibrant</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;disclaimer: this entry has been saved as a draft for days &amp; days. it practically collected cobwebs. i wanted to post the pictures with this entry. but thennnnn....... the busy me hasn't been able to resized the gazillion photos i have with me. rahhhhh. so pardon the entry. no photos at the moment. some other day, i will post all the photos. and let you all have a complete overload of trigger happy photos. HURHUR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a fan-TOTALLY-tastic weekend yo! completely utilised the weekend. activitywhoreme! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was a date with the boyfriend. yippee doodle dee! we rented the chamberlike room for like 3 hours, to watch memoirs of a geisha on a hugeass plasma teevee, which like i stilllll have not seen till this weekend? LOL. &amp; so it was all cosy &amp;amp; cuddly, us cuddling under my comfy shawl on a hugeeee beanbag called &lt;strong&gt;FATBOY&lt;/strong&gt;. LOLLL. super well spent time. met kin &amp; irwank after that, for "supper". &amp;amp; so it was home, prepping myself for a day of shopping the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; sunday was spent with the parents. &lt;strong&gt;shopping shopping shopping&lt;/strong&gt;! like yayness! who doesn't love going shopping with the 'rents. secret recipe cakes are lurrrrrvvvveeeeee. &amp;amp; got meself some stuff from mng, fabric shopping to make meself some scarves, and MAC which has always been loveeee. wanted to get meself more shoes. but then &lt;strong&gt;I ACTUALLY FELT GUILTY!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; LIKE &lt;strong&gt;WOAHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! ME FELT GUILTY! so there goes my nauticalistic-polka dotty shoes. bahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday was a day out in town with the two lovely godsisters &amp;amp; crazy momsy hen. now who doesnt &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; spending time with their girlfriends? hah. took many many silly photos. paparazzi-ed shots. food shots = bakerzin LOVE!!! yummy yummy desserts. yummy yummy dinnnner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i can't stand people who are so judgemental. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this is so not me, to be saying things like this on my blog, nono, to say these things at all! , but sometimes its just toooo much that something has to be said. HAH.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now its back to ohsoboring schooool. -yawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. i love this quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." --Dr. Seuss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved dr seuss since i was a kid, and i still do. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115246320893612424?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115246320893612424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115246320893612424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/07/our-love-is-like-fireworks-bright.html' title='our love is like fireworks, bright &amp; vibrant'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115238019153849430</id><published>2006-07-09T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:18.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're perfect for me</title><content type='html'>happy happy happy day! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios huns! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115238019153849430?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115238019153849430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115238019153849430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/07/youre-perfect-for-me.html' title='you&apos;re perfect for me'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115226164114095087</id><published>2006-07-07T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:18.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mesmerized</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TGIF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can practically smell the &lt;em&gt;sweet&lt;/em&gt; weekend that's coming ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;a long weekend at that. i'm on leave on monday!!! &lt;strong&gt;SWEET.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a date with the boyfriend tomorrow&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(YAY!YAY!YAY!),&lt;/span&gt; shopping on sunday with the parents&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hopefully!),&lt;/span&gt; out with the girlfriends on monday&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hopefullyhopefully!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEEEEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/soccerball2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, what do you get when you put this heeeee-uuuugeeee soccer bean bag + me = ? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/mefinal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TADAAAA!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115226164114095087?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115226164114095087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115226164114095087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/07/mesmerized.html' title='mesmerized'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115210865016201074</id><published>2006-07-05T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:18.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're my superhero</title><content type='html'>urghhhh. i needta go get a pedicure. like soon soon soon. my feet is like in a super bad state. thanks to the gorgeous shoes that &lt;strong&gt;BITEEEEEEE&lt;/strong&gt;! ultra sad now please. cause there's like some hardened skin around (whatever luhhh, i dunnoo the term luhhhh), thanks to the illfitting shoes. even my m)phosis sandals are being mean luhhhh. stupid. =( i think i should just like LIVE in my birkis. &lt;strong&gt;BIRKS ARE LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;. they trrrreat my feet gooood. good birkis. good birkis. (aye, i haven worn dear TOBY&amp;TABI like so long luhhhh. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for those ignorant ones, toby&amp;amp;tabi are my hotpeeeeeenk birkis&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so so so so so so wanna watch the portugal vs france match tonight luh! LIKE SO SO SO SO SO DAMMIT WANNA LUH. but i think i'm like gonna fall asleep any moment luh. like so totally tired luh. thanks to stupidi'msobitchy schoooool. i have remaining leave to clear, also cannot clear luhhh. so many things to do luhhh. stupid school luhhhh. my lovely portugal. lets boycott school. &gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i wonder what baby's giving me for my 8teenth birthday. the way he describes it is sooooo weird. i bet he hasnt even thought of a present. HARDYHARHAR! LOL. ooooo. so excited for my birthday, altho i think no one will remember it, what more shower me with presents. &gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. who gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/hellokittycandy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; amanda got me some hello kitty candy! and nurul h. gave me the hello kitty sticker from her candy! yayness. hahahaha. cheap thrills. (: but it makes me hehhhhhpeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay off for some sleep. LIKE NOWNOWNOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115210865016201074?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115210865016201074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115210865016201074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/07/youre-my-superhero.html' title='you&apos;re my superhero'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115176481743627417</id><published>2006-07-03T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:17.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rock ya body mic check 1,2</title><content type='html'>HAHA. so excited to write this entry. straightaway come online to blog after entering the door. cause this have got to be the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;earliest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i'm home on a weekday. like everrrrrrrrr. thanks to the stupid hours we spend in school every darn day. cabbed home with sha &amp; edwin - the gay duo. HAHA. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(okay pardon me. they're not really gay. but whatever. they my gayest duo. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes anyway, i realised something. my wholeeeee life, i've always been the last to be dropped off from the cab/car/whatevertransport. all because i always stay somewhere else further than everyone else. but ever since i entered nyp! mwahahahhaa. i've met my match. poor edwin, who stays like a planet away from nyp. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yeah whatever yada yada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE POST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/babyandme.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/babyandme.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/Untitled-1%20copy.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;gotcha hun! being vain with my mirror. HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/people.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/people.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/sky02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/sky02.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/sky01.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/sky01.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/P6230125.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P6230125.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; baby's version of stick minnie. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/P6230123.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P6230123.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and he came up with this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/foot.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/foot.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completely random photos of a date with the boyfriend. i think like last last week? HAH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was supposed to post this damn damn long time ago. but procrastinator me. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/US/9911/29/hoyt.family/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/US/9911/29/hoyt.family/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WiXV9x8ZQ7U"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WiXV9x8ZQ7U&lt;/a&gt; or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nq7MTVHgiHk&amp;search=rick%20hoyt"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nq7MTVHgiHk&amp;amp;search=rick%20hoyt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot more videos of it on youtube. but boy have you gotta watch at least one. touched me so much. that i teared. yes pussy me. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay off to the shower. rubber duckie lets swim!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. baby...? i've linked ya up... &lt;s&gt;GO STALK HIM PEOPLE. LOL.&lt;/s&gt; kidding. stalk me stalk me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115176481743627417?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115176481743627417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115176481743627417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/07/rock-ya-body-mic-check-12.html' title='rock ya body mic check 1,2'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115185644753100266</id><published>2006-07-02T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:17.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twirls &amp; swirls</title><content type='html'>i shouldnt have been gloating abt england's loss. for karma has hit back tremendously and &lt;strong&gt;BRAZIL LOST THE GAME LAST NIGHT.&lt;/strong&gt; like whattttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(no more eyecandy for me... OKAY KIDDING!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatttttttttt. i'm damn sad now. i should have stayed up after the englandportugal match &amp; supported dearest brazil on the telly. if i did, i could have used my psychic powers, concentrate really hard on the telly &amp; give instant moral support to the brazilians. they must have felt really demoralised that HOLY NURUL was too selfish to watch their match and went to sleep. and so they decided to slack in the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy schmolly. i'm bullshitting too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. maybe its just the exhaustion getting to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was back not long ago. and it was baby's gig in town today! *beams&lt;br /&gt;he must be frickkin happy, for all his buddies came down &amp; everything. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay before i ramble anymore. i'm off to pop into bed. too damn tired please. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115185644753100266?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115185644753100266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115185644753100266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/07/twirls-swirls.html' title='twirls &amp; swirls'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115158963959860734</id><published>2006-06-29T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:17.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful disaster</title><content type='html'>time has been rather unforgiving on me lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been busy busy = too tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tired = just wanna sleep &amp; rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna sleep &amp; rest = no blog entries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no blog entries = no point sorting out newly taken photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no point sorting out newly taken photos = no new triggerhappy photos to show you lovelies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geddit geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just wait for this crazzzzeee (maybe not really crazy, but compared to the days where we spend slacking, this is something HAHA)  week to end. &amp; i'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now i just wanna sulk at the state of my ratherpathetic-toofrickkinstraight hair. I WANT VOLUME! I WANT CURLS &amp; WAVES! I WANT SEXY TUSSLED HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone up for bids on my hair?&lt;br /&gt;i will put up an auction for it on ebay.&lt;br /&gt;starting bid: 1340923859027435987 wonkydoodles currency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115158963959860734?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115158963959860734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115158963959860734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/06/beautiful-disaster.html' title='beautiful disaster'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115098707575529101</id><published>2006-06-22T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:17.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're my sweetie pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;like OMGGGGGGGASLKCJAKSH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got like 2 days MC. &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest family doctor, you will strike lottery &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(that is if you even bet on toto LOL) &lt;/span&gt;&amp; have muchos fortune in the future, for you have made princess nurul one happy &lt;strong&gt;happpppppy&lt;/strong&gt; girl yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy that its sooooo muchos &lt;strong&gt;worth it&lt;/strong&gt; to smile through this dammit heaaaaadache &amp;amp; runny nose &amp; feverrrrish self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have like a super long weekend yo! *GRINS LIKE AN IDIOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this happiness is making me feel muchos better yo. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this entry is to prove how freakin' boring inschool attachment is, that i will pop champagne &amp; kiss &amp;amp; hug random strangers for i have just received a 2day MC. hohohohhum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SOMEONE PLEASE DATE ME TOMORROW. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(or maybe i'll just sit at home &amp; sleeeeep the day away. since i need muchos sleep. HAH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT IS ALREADY LOOKING LIKE A WUNNNNNDDDDERRRRRRFULLLLLLLLL WEEKEND YO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;word.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but boy do i need a hug. in fact many many hugs. anyone wanna give me some love? =( boo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115098707575529101?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115098707575529101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115098707575529101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/06/youre-my-sweetie-pie.html' title='you&apos;re my sweetie pie'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115085222341346431</id><published>2006-06-21T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:16.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walk into my &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PHKL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does it stand for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit this URL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exonome.com/fj/phkl/"&gt;http://www.exonome.com/fj/phkl/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIKE OMGIAJCJKNAKJDHFDHSFGSDGCNK!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like how frickkin' cute is that?!?!?!?! imagine me doing it to the lappie. the boyfriend will just go bonkers. HAHA. no way will he wanna help me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/open_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/open_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/front_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/front_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello kitty &lt;strong&gt;luuuurrrrrrrvvvve&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby oh baby? if you help me turn lappie into PHKL. i'll turn yours into &lt;strong&gt;YZPL&lt;/strong&gt;. *stifles immense crazy laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't figure out what YZPL stands for too?&lt;br /&gt;visit this URL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exonome.com/fj/yzpl/"&gt;http://www.exonome.com/fj/yzpl/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visited? &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt; imagine my dearest boyfriend walking around with a pokemon adorned lappie. like how cute is that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/yzpl_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/yzpl_front.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/yzpl_open.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/yzpl_open.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115085222341346431?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115085222341346431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115085222341346431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/06/walk-into-my-3.html' title='walk into my &lt;3'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115082055562893015</id><published>2006-06-21T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:16.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreamland</title><content type='html'>baby oh baby dearest? when are we getting a tamagotchi togethergether? i promise never to try to pull your eyelashes. i promise never to pinch your nose ever. i promise to be nice to you. i promise never to disturb you if i'm scared stiff &amp; cant sleep. i promise i promise. lets pleaseeeeeeeeeeee get a tamagotchi soon. &amp;amp; then once i'll get obsessed over my little baby tamagotchi, i wont disturb you anymore. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt that sound like a good plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink pink tamagotchi, come to mama. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/lovenurul.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/lovenurul.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at mama smiling at you. LOLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. baby? please dont make your dream turn into reality tonight alright? hee.&lt;/em&gt; -winks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115082055562893015?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115082055562893015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115082055562893015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/06/dreamland.html' title='dreamland'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115069322670653045</id><published>2006-06-20T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:15.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ferris wheels &amp; carousels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/P6180113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/400/P6180113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;my week of holidays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; - 12-18 june&lt;br /&gt;brunch. settlers' cafe. lamb chop. board games. chicken chop. dice. cards. triple decker sandwich. best friend. azhar. lunner. sushi-ing. gossiping. momsy hen. updates. er jie. shoppppppin'. she's the man. laughters. dearest boyfriend. sleeping in. heart-to-heart talks. restttttttttttttttttttt. &amp; world cup fever.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procrastination has led to the inability of producing proper sentences of what i did last week. haha! but boy was it a well spent week. got to see the loved ones whom i cant meet often thanks to the screwy schedule. &amp;amp; apologies for the lack of visuals as my friends &amp; i were not very trigger happy people last week. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, life's so screwed at this point with the parents. that i just wish that i was a couple &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(okay maybe not, but maybe nearly ten years more?)&lt;/span&gt; years older &amp;amp; married &amp; then, i'll be off their hands. &amp;amp; be able to take care of them. no more them taking care of me &amp; worrying about me. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. look on the bright side, i got a welldeserved date with the boyfriend! (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; being the trigger happy people we are. oh yes, you see you see! he also wore black. haha! we're a psychic couple. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/joint.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/400/joint.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115069322670653045?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115069322670653045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115069322670653045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/06/ferris-wheels-carousels.html' title='ferris wheels &amp; carousels'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115078700241369685</id><published>2006-06-20T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:16.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>popsicles</title><content type='html'>i'm freeeezing my ass off. i can't feel the tip of my fingers &amp; toes. &amp;amp; my pee is going to come out in ice blocks. it feels like i'm in antarctica. i need my baby to hugggggle me so that i will feel warm. -frowns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115078700241369685?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115078700241369685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115078700241369685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/06/popsicles.html' title='popsicles'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-115070736268422718</id><published>2006-06-19T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:16.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aishiteru</title><content type='html'>since.....&lt;br /&gt;a)  i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; don't have the diligence/mood/motivation/feeeeeeelin' to blog about my everfruitful week...&lt;br /&gt;b) i can see cobwebs forming in the nook &amp; cranny of this blog...&lt;br /&gt;c) imma gonna get murdered soon by unhappy people who don't see updates in this dingy realm of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall just leave you guys with a list of &lt;strong&gt;LETSGETCRAZEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/strong&gt; list. well i hope it will put a smile on your face, for it sure made me chuckle, on this very dreary monday afternoon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Skip - instead of walk - wherever you go. Hum a little tune too.&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't use any punctuations for all your e-mails.&lt;br /&gt;3) Drive to Shenton Way, put on your sunglasses &amp; point a hairdryer at passing drivers. See if they slow down - or come out to beat you up.&lt;br /&gt;4) Wear one white glove &amp;amp; one black glove at a club and do the moonwalk.&lt;br /&gt;5) At the drive-through, specify the food's "take-away".&lt;br /&gt;6) Tell your friends 5 days in advance that you can't attend their party cos you're 'not in the mood'.&lt;br /&gt;7) When the money comes out from the ATM, scream "I won! I won!".&lt;br /&gt;8) Page yourself on the intercom. Don't disguise yourself.&lt;br /&gt;9) Everytime someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.&lt;br /&gt;10) Put your garbage bin on your table &amp;amp; label it "IN".&lt;br /&gt;11) When you're leaving the zoo, start running for the carpark screaming, "Run for your lives! They're loose!".&lt;br /&gt;12) Tell your friends over dinner, "Due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go".&lt;br /&gt;13) Put mosquito netting around your office cubicle and play jungle sounds all day.&lt;br /&gt;14) Finish all your sentences with, "so it has been foretold".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-115070736268422718?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115070736268422718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/115070736268422718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/06/aishiteru.html' title='aishiteru'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-114965133582849461</id><published>2006-06-07T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:14.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine</title><content type='html'>ive been tagged by jacccccccklyn! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) What is the phone brand?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) What are the last 3 digits of your mobile number?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;232&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) What does the 2nd message in your inbox say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby! Gd morning.. (: im on d way to Yew Tee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Who's the first person who comes up under the letter M?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina Mandarin Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Who's the last person you rang?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Who was your last missed call from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby! whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Who's the 2nd person who comes up under D? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daphne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) What does the last message in your inbox say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... Congratulations! Its been quite a wait.. Hehe. Hello new phone! Im ur 1st sms in ur inbox! Tralala...! - dearest boyfriend of mine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Who comes up under J?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacklyn, jacky, jesslyn, jamie, janice, jasmine, jason, jesline, jess, jesslyn, jiaern, jiaqi, jiawen, jingru, jingting, jingwen, jingyi, jo, joanne, joelle, joezer, joshini, joycelyn, jun cong, jun jie..... phewwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Go to your Sent Items - what does the 10th message say? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sent items. i dont keep sent messages. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Who's the 4th person who comes up under S? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salllly wally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) Who's the 2nd person who comes up under R? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reds hairdressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) Who do you have on speed dial 3? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont assign speed dials. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) Who is the first person under C? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) How many bars of signal do you currently have? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full fullll bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) What do you have as your main ringtone? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move Bitch - Ludacris (HURHUR!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets play a game of tag: baby! jingting! yeeching! michelle! vannie er jie! momsy hen! haiyah too many to tag. &amp; of course anyone who wants to do it. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-114965133582849461?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114965133582849461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114965133582849461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/06/sunshine.html' title='sunshine'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-114957575446921423</id><published>2006-06-06T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:14.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't take my eyes off you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/peekaboo2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/peekaboo2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peekaboo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a picture taken by baby, eventho i rrrrreally din wanna take a photo. rahhh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i need a nail clipper like now, now, &lt;strong&gt;NOWWWWW&lt;/strong&gt;! i chipped two nails this time. sigh. what mighty rotten luck. manicure appointment cancelled laaaaaaa momsy hen!!! =((( *wails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some shenanigans during attachment.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/misterbear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/misterbear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear mister red bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/tprd.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px" height="321" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/tprd.0.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the tprd mates! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i dont have any substantial stuff to blog about. i shall just post a random photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/noname2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/noname2.0.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/baby2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-114957575446921423?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114957575446921423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114957575446921423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/06/cant-take-my-eyes-off-you.html' title='can&apos;t take my eyes off you'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-114922489198987464</id><published>2006-06-02T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:14.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rompe</title><content type='html'>i'm freezing &amp; damn damn damn sleepy &amp;amp; super duper full. what a bad combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy yummy pizzas in my tummy... lalalaalala......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pizzas from shams surprise farewell lunch. his last day here with us. awwww. mister man, we will all miss you. *cues sob sob action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the mister man who is sucha big joker, sleeping under the admin table. in a world of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/DSC00040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/DSC00040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont see him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closer look.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/DSC00039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/DSC00039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; candid shots of him taken by jac darl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/DSC00044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/DSC00044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/DSC00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/DSC00027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MWAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, jonathan from singapore idol reminds me so much of takeshi kaneshiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to scout for more hairbands later after school. &amp; going to quirky daiso after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is such a scatterbrain entry. yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-114922489198987464?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114922489198987464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114922489198987464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/06/rompe.html' title='rompe'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-114897489554104660</id><published>2006-05-30T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:13.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>my inschoolattachment shenanigans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/200/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/200/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thats mister shams posing with my juicy couture bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's just been tooooo mundane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-114897489554104660?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114897489554104660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114897489554104660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-114886589370875193</id><published>2006-05-29T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:13.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shattered</title><content type='html'>i felt like blogging, but then again i realised that noooooooo i didn't feel like blogging afterall. inferiority complex coming in. blogging's just too good for me. i feel so goddamned stupid now for ever starting a blog, since years &amp; years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw you. &amp; *claps claps* nice job bitches..............&lt;br /&gt;for making me too turned off by my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe i'm just sore that my nails are just in a too-damn-annoying state that i can't do a manicure for the 2156421654967451231643169853 time! dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-114886589370875193?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114886589370875193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114886589370875193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/05/shattered.html' title='shattered'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-114827982196308306</id><published>2006-05-22T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:13.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melancholy</title><content type='html'>i &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; forgot to blog about this totally blogworthy thing that i discovered the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while chingy was monkeying around with the SAM machine in school the other day, she decided to weigh her phone. fyi, she has the same phone as me. &amp; for those who knows what my phone is like, i decided to weigh mine too! as quoted from the boyfriend "your phone is a bloody toy shop." mwahahahaha. and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;behold the difference&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chingy's totally hassle-free phone : 89grams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my totally toyshopworthy phone : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;180&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;grams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats a whopping &lt;strong&gt;more than 2X&lt;/strong&gt; more!!! -faints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA-BLOODY-HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwww. the poor boyfriend waited to surprise me by turning up for lunch in school today. but sadly the poor boy's alarm didn't ring. &lt;strong&gt;HA-BLOODY-HA!&lt;/strong&gt; so you can guess that he's not here having lunch with me. bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i'm bored outta tears. the weekend was completely wasted. &amp;amp; my tongue hurts like faosjcaksncjkabscjbasdbfjb hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soothe my scalded tongue please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. scalded tongue or not, i have to urge you my fellow comrades to please, oh please i beg you......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUY SOME GOODIES FROM ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn personal selling module in school. so please please help your poor friend here. &amp; order some stuff from me. i'll love you forever &amp;amp; i will be eternally grateful &amp; i swear never to curse you to suddenly grow 8 breasts in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;pierre cardin pens, ritz strudels, prima deli cakes &amp;amp; pie.&lt;br /&gt;more details such as prices of cakes &amp;amp; pens, please find me. thank you huns! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LET THE CAKES ENCHANT YOU!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/strudels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/strudels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/primadeli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/primadeli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/pierrecardinpens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/pierrecardinpens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-114827982196308306?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114827982196308306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114827982196308306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/05/melancholy.html' title='melancholy'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-114813914222916828</id><published>2006-05-20T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:12.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody loves me better than you</title><content type='html'>i dont understand how some people can stay online for like hours &amp; hours &amp;amp; hours &amp; hours. &amp;amp; no, i'm not talking abt 3-4 hours. but maybe 3times of that amount. its hella crazy on the eyes &amp; brain. tsktsk. like namely, my brother. GO GET A LIFE BRUDDDA! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the weekends have come. mwahahaha. &amp;amp; i've completely wasted a day of the two precious days away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but at least i feel super rejuvenated now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday the boyfriend and i went to explore imm, in the hopes of finding new places to hang out. hardyharhar. &amp; i got to explore daiso! which is gonna be like my new playground. HAHA. went into the store, saw cute quirky things. checked for price tags: eh dont have leh. LOL. then did i remember that its a $2 everything store. like &lt;em&gt;dohhhh&lt;/em&gt;. -.- what a blonde moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so when we decided to like finally go home, while waiting for the shuttle, we were bored crazy. like super duper bored crazy. playing super stupid games. and thennnn suddenly, a lady next to us quipped that we both look alike. like -.- woahhh. haha! &amp; she said "no one told you two that before?" like duh no. HAHA. &amp;amp; even asked her daughter, who apparently agreees too, that baby &amp; i look alike. and then, she hadddd to say, "you both got husband &amp;amp; wife faces" &lt;strong&gt;LIKE OMG WTFAKDSJCANDSCJH LOL WHATTTTTTTTTT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; also, she was like happily talking to me in mandarin. like er okay. HAHA. &amp;amp; she went on talking to the boyfriend about the shuttle, whether we're mixed, no wonder i understood her when she was speaking in mandarin.. blah blah while i went to call the dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay she's cute. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the boyfriend claims that there's two guys who would just snap me up if he lets go of me. &amp; all i can say is that "YAYYY then i no need to worry, i've got two replacement boyfriends" LIKE HAHAHA! you all should see the look on the boyfriend's face. classic. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/pacman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/400/pacman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; oh yes, doesnt he look smart with his hair combed? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i miss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/bedarea.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/bedarea.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/sumos.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/sumos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/uswithpinkxmastree.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/uswithpinkxmastree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wails!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my girlies. with momsy hen in aussie land, with the first jiejie MIA, with the da sao MIA too. i miss hanging out. i see the hotel sleepover photos, i see the stupid crazy shots of us, i see the nice pretty little shots of us......... it just triggered the I MISS YOU ALLLL like shit crazy maddddddly feeling. BAHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-114813914222916828?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114813914222916828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114813914222916828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/05/nobody-loves-me-better-than-you.html' title='nobody loves me better than you'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-114775142713388579</id><published>2006-05-16T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:12.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blessings</title><content type='html'>i really should get down to finding a blogskin for ting, her puny skin is killllling me. killing me hard-ly with her blogskinnnn.... killing me hard-ly.... killing me haaaardddddddddly, with her blogskinnnn..... killing me hardlyyy..... &lt;strong&gt;HARDYHARHAR!&lt;/strong&gt; okay sorry, being corny. *grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg my darling baby just messaged me &amp; made me crack up in laughter. his message --&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"M handhne omehing ong.. Canno mg ah.. Damn man."&lt;/span&gt; his bottom 3 handphone keys are completely whacked now, so go figure what he was trying to say. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about the boyfriend, i &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; i'm gonna link him up. just so you my darling friends can go stalk his blog too. /*evil laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i was like &lt;strong&gt;@nGs+yk1d@hotmail.com&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(fyi, angstykid)&lt;/span&gt; yesterday............ &amp;amp; maybe today. okay maybe not really today. just felt like it was superbly majorly lousy day yesterday. but i'm okay now! cause i managed to meet baby last night &amp; with him being a darling, he allowed his ears to bleed dry listening to me rant &amp;amp; rant. mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. ive added on archives to the blog. i hear some people going yayyy. LOL. but nooooo. i didn't put allll my archives. HAH. i only put down those from august onwards, even though i've been blogging since years &amp; years &amp;amp; years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekdays have got to be the most darndest boring days of my lifeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee now. booooo. =(((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please bite a donkey and tell me what it tastes like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can just gaze at the pictures of us, like forever...... (: love you baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-114775142713388579?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114775142713388579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114775142713388579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/05/blessings.html' title='blessings'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-114765668118826268</id><published>2006-05-15T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:11.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet young love</title><content type='html'>hiiiiiiiiya mate! ship ahoy! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(okay whatever, i obviously do not know how to speak in pirate language) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/mememe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/mememe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(why am i prone to ending up with one-eyed photos?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.bryanboy.com&lt;/strong&gt; has got to be my new Holy Grail. its so damn juicy &amp; bitchaaaaaay to the maximum. he's what i call the gay version of Paris Hilton. wicked. BUT SADLY!!!!!!!!!!! just when i thought i've got a new form of entertainment in school, its a frickkin' forbidden website. like wtfoajskcanjhiduhfaajflsdhcvsdnc is wrong with nyp!!! pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, yesterday was just a simple simple day spent with the boyfriend, but we had a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;greatttt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; day! which has further proven the fact that you dont have to have high class/expensive/rip off dinners, exciting plans &amp;amp; yada yada to have fun with the one you love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught poseidon, which, to me, had a superbly disappointing ending. oh wells. camwhored. ate like squirrels, a little bit here, a little bit there. &amp; retreated back home for an early night, knowing how my school starts at a killer hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/jointupbaby.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/400/jointupbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my looklike8teenyearsoldbutactually21yearsold LOVE! (: aww. aint he cute? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/jointupus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/400/jointupus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trigger happy people. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/shades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/shades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/roars.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/roars.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reflective pink shades on the silly boyfriend. can you spot me in the first shot? mwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/babyandme.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/babyandme.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a lousy attempt at fullbodyselfshot. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; like oh oh oh! we saw the most cutest baby ever! ahhhhhh. my heart melted just staring at him. of caucasian &amp;amp; chinese heritage, he's soooooooooooooooo cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/Image(526).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/Image%28526%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boyfriend managed to snag a picture of thesuperblycutebaby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/collageofus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/collageofus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this was the collage i made &amp;amp; printed out for him for his 21st birthday. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-114765668118826268?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114765668118826268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114765668118826268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/05/sweet-young-love.html' title='sweet young love'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-114732477549804933</id><published>2006-05-11T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:11.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rose-tinted</title><content type='html'>&amp; so yesterday was a busy busy busy day! went back &amp;amp; forth the house like an idiot, just because i forgot to bring the receipt for the cookies, thanks to my absentmindedness. blahblah. after all that hoohaa, it was &lt;strong&gt;michelle the darling's&lt;/strong&gt; birthday celebration at MOS at night. a day late. but it was&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;a&lt;strong&gt; fun&lt;/strong&gt; night nonetheless. lets partaaaaayyyy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some photos of the darling ones.&lt;br /&gt;these are all i have. but there's more photos inside MOS with ting darling. will post more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/girlieswithtext.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/400/girlieswithtext.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/mytwosweethearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/400/mytwosweethearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoopsy doopsy. cut off.&lt;br /&gt;with my two sweethearts! the "sad ahhh" darling &amp; the "anything on my teeth?" darling (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/tinglove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/400/tinglove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my lovelylovely ting the sweetheart! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/chingylove.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/400/chingylove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chingy ching ching, my darling!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/chingylove2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/chingylove2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another of the two of us. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/julynnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/400/julynnn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with julynnnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little too late to blog about it, but anyways, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 18TH MY DEAR MICHELLE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; (: sorry you gotta wait darlin' but your present is coming coming cominnnnnn'. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm so damn shit tired. that i dont give a flying fish about walking barefoot around the school. so much so that the attachment mates were amused by the barefeet, that they even took a picture. tsktsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/PICT0432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/PICT0432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;thats jac happily pointing away. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yucksy you might say. but when you realise that you're throwing down tissue papers on the floor without even realising like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, falling asleep the min you get whether you're sitting on the toilet bowl or having lunch and that your toes feel like they've been cut off &amp;amp; you cant feel your feet properly, you know that you're screwed shit tired. bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its okay! the boyfriend fetched me home! sucha sweetheart. yayyyy. saviour. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate feeling so extremely cold. my hands get all shrivelled up. i shiver. even worse, my insides &lt;strong&gt;RATTLE&lt;/strong&gt;. my organs "happily" rattling away in the body. =( boo. its a scary feelin. =( i need a warm warm warm hugsy. who wanna give me one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the inschool attachment has completely driven people nuts. haha! they're frickkin playing with the photocopier. photocopying their faces. photocopying their hands with faces drawn on the fingers. LOL. these silly people in my team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wanna take up the 21hours flexi leave. i really really really just wanna get away from the attachment. its so routine &amp; boring. sigh. eventhough we get the many perks of slacking all the time &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(okay maybe not for some depts)&lt;/span&gt; and NO EXAMS!!! it really becomes damn boring after doing it for like weeks &amp;amp; weeks &amp; weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yettttt...... rumours say that you're gonna be graded on the amt of flexi you take. and some say that you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; finish up your flexi leave. screw rumours la. i shall find out soon. HMPHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its another 3 day weekend! like how &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt; am i! (: (: (: rest &amp;amp; rest &amp;amp; rest i shall do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy vesak weeekend honeys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-114732477549804933?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114732477549804933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114732477549804933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/05/rose-tinted.html' title='rose-tinted'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-114705697182063226</id><published>2006-05-08T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:11.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a memory to behold</title><content type='html'>i remember wayyyyy back that i posted a paris hilton quote. &amp; just recently i remembered another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"always act like you're wearing a crown" - &lt;em&gt;paris hilton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/*puts a crown on self's head. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i'm back in school again. monday blues please. &amp;amp; frickkin tired please. =( the whole weekend was like full out spent celebrating birthdays with the loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was &lt;strong&gt;daddy's birthday&lt;/strong&gt;!!! /*sings happy birthday song for daddy dearest&lt;br /&gt;but thennnn, we only celebrated on sunday with shopping in jb, watch MI3 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(FOR ME, IT WAS LIKE AGAINNNNN!)&lt;/span&gt; &amp; eat like too much. like seriously too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so, i managed to spend time with the boyfriend on saturday. to him it was like just another date, but little did he know. /*cues evil laughter. it was actually his &lt;strong&gt;birthday celebration part II&lt;/strong&gt;, where i had a surprise planned. was so excited to execute the plan please. i hate keeping surprises. but i sososo loveeeee giving surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so i actually made reservations a week ago for the Fullerton's Chocolate Buffet. like yumyum! i had like a supercarefullyplanned plan &amp;amp; managed to innnocently trick the boyfriend into going fullerton. HAHA! but boy was it &lt;em&gt;worth it&lt;/em&gt;. it was such a sweet &amp; romantic &amp;amp;amp; lovely &amp; nice &amp;amp; beautiful night. with the fantastic ambience, enjoying the sounds of violins &amp; cello, romantic lights, cuddling on the plush armchairs, savouring orgasmic chocolates, what more can i ask for? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/collage(1).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/400/collage%281%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[click to enlarge] a collage of some of the shots from the night. sad that i couldnt capture the beautiful orgasmic chocolates &amp; romantic ambience on the camera tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/collage2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/400/collage2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some more pictures of us. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyy! there's another public holiday coming up. like how happy please! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have finally looked on the bright side of attachment, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;NO EXAMS!!!!&lt;/span&gt; i get to slack everyday!!! no need to study at all!!! like how fun is that! &lt;em&gt;MWAHAHAH.&lt;/em&gt; /*evil laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i wanna get a lomo cam!!! or a supersampler. i want i want i want! pffft. anyone wanna offer to get me one? HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wtfalskjcaosjcalnsckansckunio!!!!!!!! =((( i think the &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt; mosquito is taking revenge on me for &lt;em&gt;trying &lt;/em&gt;to squash it to death with my palms just now, that now it has launched a merciless attack on me. &lt;strong&gt;BUGGGGER!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; my feet has at least 7 bites &amp;amp; please it even bit my thumb.... pfft. i bet its a female. cause hell hath no fury a woman scorned. &amp; we allllll know that. how ugly &amp;amp; evil females can become when they bear grudges. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which thank god i dont)&lt;/span&gt; die mosquito &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DIE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.... be gone you shall, you stupid mosquito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawwwwnnnns. feelin' sleepy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so i shall end this post with a picture of yummy chocolate. drooool all you want my darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/P1010172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/400/P1010172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-114705697182063226?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114705697182063226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114705697182063226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/05/memory-to-behold.html' title='a memory to behold'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-114672916005836134</id><published>2006-05-04T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:10.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't drive a dagger through my heart</title><content type='html'>i've always wondered whether i will accidentally step on a house lizard while on my nightly jaunts to the kitchen to drink or a trip to the toilet to relieve myself. pretty icky to think of it. the poor lizard would like be splatttttt! squashed. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, it has somehow been a &lt;em&gt;relatively&lt;/em&gt; fast week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday &lt;/strong&gt;was spent with the boyfriend. the poor boy was traumatised at the end of the day, all because i dragged him around to shop. &lt;strong&gt;=X &lt;/strong&gt;no pictures for the day tho. cause we were simply too tired/lazy/IDUNNOWHAT to even camwhore. HAHA. while &lt;strong&gt;monday&lt;/strong&gt; evening was spent shopping with the godsister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/midsummernightsdream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/midsummernightsdream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happily camwhoring. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double whammy of shopping huh for the two days right? but i didnt even get a single thing on monday. boooo. &lt;strong&gt;&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt; surprised? there's a reason it. and my boy will find out why soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; was the rehearsal of the orientation grand finale. &lt;strong&gt;wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; was the real deal itself, the grand finale of the orientation for year ones. was excused from attachment to participate in all that shenanigans. and boy was i happy to get excused! mwhahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/1600/P1010112-edited.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/85/320/P1010112-edited.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ogl shirt. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, the whole orientation thing is over. awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only that, wednesday was a special day too. it was the boyfriend's BIG 21ST BIRTHDAY!!! happy birthday to the most beloved boy of mine. (: details? &lt;em&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while today? i'm suffering from fatigue. from the lack of sleep. sigh. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the boyfriend made my day when he surprised me! by turning up at my void deck to give me a hug. just when i said i needed one, cause its been a sucky day of fatigue &amp; nose troubles.  &lt;strong&gt;YAYYYYNESS! &lt;/strong&gt; sucha sweetheart. *beams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-114672916005836134?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114672916005836134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114672916005836134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-drive-dagger-through-my-heart.html' title='don&apos;t drive a dagger through my heart'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9392906.post-114632271929957642</id><published>2006-04-29T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:10.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're like chocolate to me</title><content type='html'>life has been pretty much mundane and boring. which explains the lack of updates. and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lack of photos!!!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;cause that's simply nothing to blog about. its all abt get up to go to school, spend hours in school, go home. every single damn day. if i'm &lt;em&gt;lucky&lt;/em&gt;, i'll have dinner with the boyfriend or go out shopping with the girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the long-but-still-not-long-enough-for-greedy-lil-me weekend, i hope that i can inject more life into it. MWAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........like panicking over the boyfriend's upcoming 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, my dear little boy has become a BIG BOY! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MWAHAHA. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i missed school for a day this week. and we had a field trip to travel agencies yesterday. finally a breakfree from school. the smell of freedom. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats all that was interesting. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while today was shopping in jb with the parents and dinner at secret recipe. (: and so, i noticed that my shades collection is rapidly increasing. i bought 2 pairs just today. mwahahaha! the shopaholic in me never dies. not to mention, my footwear collection. *major sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was tranfixed to this video for a while. the traffic condition is like tres woah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/p.swf?video_id=RjrEQaG5jPM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/p.swf?video_id=RjrEQaG5jPM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going back to panicking like a chicken clucking about without its head. &lt;br /&gt;'cause i am tres dead. &lt;br /&gt;HEY I RHYME! &lt;br /&gt;okay, toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9392906-114632271929957642?l=behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114632271929957642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9392906/posts/default/114632271929957642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindfrostedglass.blogspot.com/2006/04/youre-like-chocolate-to-me.html' title='you&apos;re like chocolate to me'/><author><name>[nurulll-*]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
