<?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-19300094</id><updated>2011-06-26T19:32:45.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one have the say in my life except me and God</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>301</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-2487602744379250038</id><published>2009-05-05T13:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:05:04.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My eyes turned red!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/NOTYAN%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/NOTYAN%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;We had finally give Zana her belated berfday present. Anyway by now, we all should have known that our birthdays would be celebrated one month later. THAT never change.. But one thing change was that the budget goes up 10 bux each year.. LOL!! (insid&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting the birthday gal showing off her present..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.notyangelz.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Sf-GKQoKCH4AAEDF3pI1/P1020994.JPG?et=3s55i9fkM5lepwrV66J12w&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's a meet up without the usual updates from each and everyone of us.. Not forgetting the self-taking group photo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://notyangelz.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Sf-G2woKCH4AAFw9P0I1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.notyangelz.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Sf-G2woKCH4AAFw9P0I1/P1020996.JPG?et=2D0owvPwe%2Bln2Q1nVlahqg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-2487602744379250038?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2487602744379250038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=2487602744379250038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2487602744379250038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2487602744379250038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-eyes-turned-red.html' title='My eyes turned red!'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-2766471798967886701</id><published>2009-05-03T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:07:22.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerana Cintaku Saerah</title><content type='html'>I am not a fan of Suria. And not a fan of current dramas on the tee-vee. I got sick after watching them for a while. I think that most of them too meleret.. The baddies were showing too much of their bad side until the good ones became the baddies. And then too much things happening and too many actors and actresses showed up as time goes by that I have lost track... just like the Days of our Lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But u guys should watch Kerana cintaku Saerah.. Short and sweet.. just like me &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Okay seriously I cried at every episode. I couldn't wait for the last 2 episodes that I had to be a spoiler and searched thru YouTube. And I have just finished crying..&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending's so touching and half-expected! sob! sob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Thumbs Up for the whole cast! They were just too good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-2766471798967886701?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2766471798967886701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=2766471798967886701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2766471798967886701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2766471798967886701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/kerana-cintaku-saerah.html' title='Kerana Cintaku Saerah'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-3396900254135810131</id><published>2009-05-03T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:06:55.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?!</title><content type='html'>I will be off till Tuesday. I had egg and cheese for breakfast. And now I am terribly bored. Didn't sleep well last night. The thunder woke me up. And I was too scared to go to sleep. I hugged Ah Bee tightly. Still it's hard to go to sleep. The wind kept "knocking" on my window. Ah Bee's alarm kept ringing like no one's business. He ignored it till I had to push him lightly on the hand to wake up. Before he went to work, he reminded me a whole list of chores to do. And then it was 8am. Truthfully, I didn't feel like I slept the whole night. Surprisingly, I could remember the chores. I had panda eyes right now. Wait a minute, I'd always a pair,, hee,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my brain's not working efficiently. Too tired. Not sure what the babbling's about. All I know I am killing time. Till my show start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as of now, I am just bored!! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-3396900254135810131?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3396900254135810131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=3396900254135810131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/3396900254135810131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/3396900254135810131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/huh.html' title='Huh?!'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-1231669924028226803</id><published>2009-04-22T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:28:15.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I see you, I will kiss and hug u all tightly.</title><content type='html'>I am so free and bored. Usually I will be doing some work that I brought home just in case. But as u noe, after the loss of morale and am still building it, I just need to think things through and priotise. Well, Anyway I have been wasting my time playing games and watching craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since yesterday, Paris's New BFF on MTV was the most interesting show. Suddenly it was weirdly fun watching these gals bitching to and about each other, for the sake of being HER BFF. So sad. And I was reminded how lucky I was to have great friends that have been with me since I was sec 1. Bearing with my whining-spoilt brat-straight to the face-bitchy-loud-talkative-attitude. They are the ones when "you still feel comfortable even though you are not speaking" and "complete your sentences"..&lt;br /&gt; I dun care whether you gals have no choice or wat. But I know I make your life TOO interesting for u ladies to ditch.. muahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*corny alert*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies (u know who u are), thanks for being with me, being my walking diary, listening to all my grievances, sharing all gossips, bearing with my nonsense, loving me, knocked some sense into me, sms-bitching everyday and all that we have done after all these years.. Because of you, I dun see any reasons to look for anyone else. You gals already filled up my days and nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you all weren't there from the first day, I think I will have to produce my own search of BFFs. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's &lt;s&gt;hot &lt;/s&gt; sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-1231669924028226803?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1231669924028226803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=1231669924028226803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/1231669924028226803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/1231669924028226803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-see-you-i-will-kiss-and-hug-u.html' title='When I see you, I will kiss and hug u all tightly.'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-7836949416678526639</id><published>2009-04-20T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:41:59.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenapa eh??!!</title><content type='html'>I love watching news ever since I got married. Any news at any channel. Malaysia or SIngapore. Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that always came into my mind &amp;amp; has been stuck for quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do authorities like to take action only if something bad/worse/worst happened!!! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-7836949416678526639?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7836949416678526639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=7836949416678526639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7836949416678526639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7836949416678526639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/04/kenapa-eh.html' title='Kenapa eh??!!'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-9055375267888984211</id><published>2009-04-08T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:57:27.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiii-yaaaakkkk</title><content type='html'>Someone at work irritated me. So I decided to go for my  first-everkickboxing class.. Thought it would help! Fuh! I totally loving it! At first my moves was rather slow. So I began to imagine her eff..ing face. And boy I enjoyed beating and kicking her arse. I tell you, if onli it happened in reality. I would be more satisfied now...&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/angry.png"&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-9055375267888984211?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/9055375267888984211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=9055375267888984211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/9055375267888984211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/9055375267888984211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/04/haiii-yaaaakkkk.html' title='Haiii-yaaaakkkk'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-5814271903279579597</id><published>2009-04-05T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:54:57.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a panadol</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, i accompanied Mak to a wedding function. Boy, how I regret!~ Going to wedding function is not exactly my favourite past time. I would tried to think of thousands of excuses, just so that I dun have to go. With the exception of my best friends' &amp; buddies'. It's all because of one experience at one wedding that made me confused plus fuming mad. The wedding arrangement was such that man and woman was supposed to eat separately. As I dun think the guests were informed, Ah bee was my companion. To my surprise, we were told sternly by God-knows-who, I think, that such rule imposed. Ironically, when I looked around, there were some tables that was filled with couples. Imagine, Ah Bee was the other table with strangers ,&lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt;, it made my heart cried that I told myself, I will never go to wedding functions unless absolutely necessary. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But because Mak needs a companion, I gladly went, partly also because it can be the topic of the day. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The wedding function was fine. Rather simple. The family and the couple was dressed in blue. The regret part is neither about the bride or groom nor about the fact that I had to be a companion to my mum. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In my 27 years of living in this whole wide world, I have never experienced watching a kuda kepang performance. Heard of them but never see at all. So when it happened right, in front of my eyes (Mak had to chose the seats right in front of the dais), it was the most uncomfortable thing and I couldn't even swallow my food in peace.  I will not elaborate what made me so uncomfortable. Each time when the whatever-it-is-called went &lt;em&gt;GONG!&lt;/em&gt; My heart just stopped and I could feel my blood rushing to the heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When we got back, I caught a glimpse of the show from the kitchen, it seemed that most of the guests were watching the performance instead of the &lt;em&gt;Raja Sehari&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Poor thing, they are not in the centre of attraction at all. And it is supposed to be THEIR  big day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-5814271903279579597?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5814271903279579597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=5814271903279579597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5814271903279579597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5814271903279579597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-panadol.html' title='I need a panadol'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-6360259459696703195</id><published>2009-04-03T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:35:59.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Coming 12th, we'll be over-the-sea! yey! Somewhere near but at least , away from the usual bed~! away from work~! away from whoever-we-want-to-be-escape-from! heee~~~&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And maybe it's one good chance to start on some "projects" since a lot of people has been asking, yar!~&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-6360259459696703195?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6360259459696703195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=6360259459696703195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6360259459696703195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6360259459696703195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-and-you.html' title='Me and You'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-6674211393252128720</id><published>2009-04-03T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:14:12.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Megan's OUT. Ah Bee's disappointed. He had been watching her every moves. Moral of the story, do care!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Handphone's pin code wrong. Blocked. Need PUK Code. Called starhub thousand times. Didn't pick up. Thought it's 24 hours. Tido gaknye.Had to call just now right after I woke up. Luckily for the CSO, I was also in a sleepy mode. If only I could record her voice. Macam nak kena smack-the-bitch-up! Handphone's working again.. Good!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We learnt the meaning of 2 become 1.. hurhur..(inside joke)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;em&gt;I need some love like I never need a love before.. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-6674211393252128720?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6674211393252128720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=6674211393252128720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6674211393252128720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6674211393252128720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday..'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-8504292906691938887</id><published>2009-03-28T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:49:06.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slap me till I'm awake.</title><content type='html'>A lot of things playing in my mind. Good things and bad. As usual, I'm indecisive. I hate conflicts as much as confrontations. I have lost something. Something that I have before status change. And I guessed I'm not used to it. I could feel that I'm still myself. However the effects of having to lose it only comes when I sense some reactions. Disapprove I must say. After a while ignorance came..&lt;br /&gt;Immature. Child like. Tried not to be but it's so hard. I have been living my own way. Our own way. Hard to make people understood the lifestyle. But all the reasoningsstill reflects to what I have lost. Unhappy. Yes I'm feeling it. But I'm shutting off my ear, my eyes, my heart to all. Talking in circles. I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom. To everything. For me. For Us. I want it back :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-8504292906691938887?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8504292906691938887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=8504292906691938887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8504292906691938887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8504292906691938887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/03/slap-me-till-i-awake.html' title='Slap me till I&apos;m awake.'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-494308463265105260</id><published>2009-03-27T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:56:52.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pssst</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;And as usual.. fitness plan became a sumptuous dinner @ Simpang.. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/embarassed.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ah Bee called this... &lt;em&gt;Semangat 10 minit&lt;/em&gt;..  &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Good thing.. Siti's not there..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-494308463265105260?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/494308463265105260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=494308463265105260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/494308463265105260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/494308463265105260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/03/pssst.html' title='Pssst'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-1767273270087388712</id><published>2009-03-24T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:22:36.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight-ened</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Some people have this perception and envious of us who work in the library. They always said, " wah, you soo lucky eh working in the library, can read so many books.." And I'd always beg to differ. Where got time! If u start to read books, they might think you super free lor.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I admit it has been quite sometime I actually read a book until now. All thanks to one contest. The prize... One whole set of the Twilight Saga, So it was laying on my table, staring at me.. Shook my head at how bloody thick it was... I didn't opened the prize until 4 days later which mainly because I had finished most of my tasks and got nothing better to do... so I opened the package and scanned through the books... When one paragraph caught my attention... and I think because I have seen the Twilight movie (thanks to zana's "oogling" &amp; "overpraise" of that Robert), I kind of could visualise the way they talk or how they moved. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ohhh okay.. well...because I am very the honest, I tried my very best not to damage the prizes so I contemplated on reserving the books.. 300 plus in queue... Siao!!! By the time the books in my hand, I would have lose my interest. And so I did.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then yesterday was my "Twilight" day or something. My colleague, Ah Chee, managed to get hold of New Moon. Somehow I managed to plead with her to let me read first... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I have finished the book.. yey.. While waiting for Ah Bee to get home by midnight. I ditched the tee-vee for it, eat with it, shit with it (u wouldn't want to borrow that copy) hee hee hee...Just couldn't take my eyes off it... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Spoiler Alert!.. It have that humour that lovers may share with each other, u noe.. the conversation they had was soo real. When the part where Edward had to lie about not loving her and leave Bella for her safety and how she spent the days being indifferent to people, I almost die-ded with her.. heh.. Deja Vu!!!&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/unlove.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just finished watching (again) Twilight. But I skipped a few parts.. Slow mak lap! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ohhh... I just can't wait for the movie.. Well, from what I had googled, they are filming the movie.. yey!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-1767273270087388712?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1767273270087388712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=1767273270087388712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/1767273270087388712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/1767273270087388712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight-ened.html' title='Twilight-ened'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-5351686905919746745</id><published>2009-03-14T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:30:40.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way it goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So disappointed with the sales yesterday. I didn't manage to shop till I drop. Instead I walked till i almost drop. Thot of buying some quilt cover, another PS3 controller.. but it's so disappointing. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; We windowshop-ped at Marina Square and then went back to Tampines to see whether we have a better deal for the controller at the usual game shop. Indeed it was. $7 cheaper.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I grumbled to Ah Bee about how in vain the trip to Suntec was. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png"&gt; And there was a moment of silence as he was frustrated over his stolen cashcard. Well, he absentmindedly left his cashcard in the IU unit. sigh. Anyway we managed to reminisce the first date.. A walk to remember. yup yup. The very first place where we hold hands..unintentionally. hurhur.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In summary, my $$ didn't really fly. Disappointed but somewhere somehow, I can almost hear the silent sigh of relief. muahahahahahahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By the way, right now, I can smell the scent of green-eyed monsters in my surrounding..&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Not a good sign.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-5351686905919746745?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5351686905919746745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=5351686905919746745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5351686905919746745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5351686905919746745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/03/way-it-goes.html' title='the way it goes'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-484293489955244567</id><published>2009-03-13T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:40:59.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the goods and the bads</title><content type='html'>We finally had our headstart on out Chalet 09. Met up yesterday to crack our head to do list down the foods and itineries. Like I said, the objective of this chalet to know all of us all over again and to make certain people develop a high tolerance for noises!! muahahahahahahhaha....&lt;br&gt;No worries, panadols and plasters will be provided. Panadols for the one who develop headaches after listening too much, plasters for the one who talks a lot ( bah,, and if it works..) heee!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now I really looking forward to May.. geez... so exciting.. but i just realised something My Ah Bee dunno how to play charade. Tried to make him guess and he almost throw his temper.. sheesshhh,,,Either he just got home and not in the right mood to entertain my crap or he thought I was trying to test his intelligence.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I had a good review after my one to one with my manager. And if it goes on well for another one or 2 yrs, it may be good news. heee... oh this is soo stressful. Its like increasing my morale booster and I think there are certain challenges that I will be given to show the potential. Reality check. That's the pros. CONs: More work!!! Less relaxing time :P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have to start to prove my worth! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;By the way, it's the time for shopping. I now it's recession. But, there's so many sales going on. And I am dying to be part of it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shit.. its almost nine.. Time to go... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shop shop shop till I drop....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-484293489955244567?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/484293489955244567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=484293489955244567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/484293489955244567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/484293489955244567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/03/goods-and-bads.html' title='the goods and the bads'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-4690894369984418995</id><published>2009-03-11T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:07:44.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai---Yakk dishhh..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I almost claimed time off today.. all thanks to the new game Bee bought .. Street Fighter.. Muahahahahaha... Such a  stress reliever I tell ya. It was like reminiscing the good ol (Sega) times. As usual, I specifically told him that I wanted Mortal Kombat. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But since he managed to get Street Fighter (Same same lar.. fight fight also), I just make good with it. And I had so much fun just now that I refused to pass him the controller back.. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think for my housewarming party (3 yrs from now), I am gonna have games party too..Instead of monopoly or any other board games, we have PS3, PSP... heh heh heh... and.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe Wii...(that depends on some kind souls out there who feels that this calling is specially for them)&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I miss my childhood...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-4690894369984418995?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/4690894369984418995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=4690894369984418995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/4690894369984418995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/4690894369984418995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/03/hai-yakk-dishhh.html' title='Hai---Yakk dishhh..!'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-934570937413048093</id><published>2009-03-10T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:47:51.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little ones.... No more..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I never realised that my 2 babies have grown so much. So tall... Quite surprised yesterday when they didn't any help to wash their hands after dinner. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt; &lt;br&gt;Miss watching dem growing up.  I just want to be part of their growing up process. &lt;br&gt;Call me paranoid. I called them every single days...till everyone including them got so fed up..&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Iqah will be lyke," Un nak apa? Iqah ngah main main. Call Call!!!" &lt;br&gt;So mak nenek!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sigh!!! I have to have one of my own ahh!!!!  &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://notyangelz.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SbZDpAoKCH4AAF5zAH01"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.notyangelz.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SbZDpAoKCH4AAF5zAH01/P1020329.JPG?et=jcHYIK1ubFPZDXlgJfDeWw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-934570937413048093?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/934570937413048093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=934570937413048093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/934570937413048093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/934570937413048093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-ones-no-more.html' title='Little ones.... No more..'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-5357140071140637106</id><published>2009-01-28T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:38:34.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just share share</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is just of my many fave songs.. Very &lt;em&gt;emosi&lt;/em&gt; one..!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px;"&gt; &lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/JxG8V7nR_Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/JxG8V7nR_Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px;PADDING-LEFT: 1px;PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px;PADDING-TOP: 1px;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6;"&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px;PADDING-LEFT: 0px;FLOAT: left;PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px;PADDING-TOP: 4px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px;PADDING-LEFT: 0px;PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px;MARGIN: 0px;PADDING-TOP: 0px;" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" method="post"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;" type="submit" value="Search"&gt;  &lt;div style="PADDING-TOP: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=JxG8V7nR_Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=JxG8V7nR_Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=JxG8V7nR_Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=JxG8V7nR_Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/JxG8V7nR_Y/" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/abadawn666/music/GpPSRdXR/fuad_rahman_bayu/"&gt;Bayu - Fuad Rahman&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-5357140071140637106?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5357140071140637106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=5357140071140637106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5357140071140637106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5357140071140637106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-share-share.html' title='Just share share'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-548272415107836542</id><published>2009-01-19T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:52:24.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.U.R.V.I.V.O.R</title><content type='html'>Have you heard? Good triumph over evil. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png"&gt; To shorten a loooOoong story, we had a staff meeting in the morning and had to debate over certain issues which are obviously too senseless to debate over but had to due to the dissatisfaction of that somebody. And we won the debate..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like PCK said.. use your blain.. use your blain...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These are just the certain issues at workplace that I have faced. Dealing with people's strange behaviour. Workplace politics.. everywhere exists!! isn't it? As if it's not enuff dealing with customers' issues. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It has been a loong rollercoaster ride for me... I never intend to stay that loong. It was too much of a coincidence. Along the way, I have met a lot of people in different walks of life. Adn being in this line, I have experience the "first times" and personal experiences are just too much and overwhelming. There are times of happiness and sadness. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I remembered a long time ago.. A friend asked, "kau nak kerja apa?" My reply was.. I wanted something.. not too much standing.. not too much sitting.. no one to disturbed me and my work..  And she said.. " I think u should work in the library." True to her words.. It happened.. And I am stuck till now. I wanted to resign years ago.. but never did.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today marked the fourth year of surviving in the workplace.. And currently i am pretty happy and satisfied at where I am now..  I am happy that I have great colleagues with the exception of the "troublemaker" and a very nice R.O &amp; Manager.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I cannot promise that I am there to stay... Definitely, I am just enjoying each and every moment at work ryte now.. Unless.. the troublemaker have to create more unwanted trouble lar and I have reached the maximum patience...&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;By the way..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have You Paid Your Fines Yet??? &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-548272415107836542?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/548272415107836542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=548272415107836542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/548272415107836542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/548272415107836542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/01/survivor.html' title='S.U.R.V.I.V.O.R'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-2166236398064015443</id><published>2009-01-16T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:41:15.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A (yawn) entry</title><content type='html'>I am contemplating on "destroying" my Friendster. Well, it seems dead. And wat's more, it's quite hurting and I noe it's dumb but I cant seem to stop keying in his email in the searchbox. It's unhealthy. tsk. Noty fingers. When I mentioned it to a fren, AH Bee overheard and got excited. He happily volunteered to do it for me. hmm... fishy!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another reason is I have moved on to Facebook which I am still on a learning phase on how to enjoy myself with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me thing it through.. And for god's sake nunu!!! It is just a friendster and I make it sound like a life threatening thingy. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Woodlands for a meeting and near Causeway point was a John Little sale, I think. Wanted to go when I remembered that I have kept all the CARDS in my other wallet..at home. Yesh this is just one of the way for me to stop spending and focus on saving up for my holiday plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Bee has been working nyte shift this whole week. And I terribly miss him. When he comes home, I will be snoring and when I woke up, it's his turn. That has been our lifestyle for quite a while that is is he's on nyte shift. So when I called him at work, he just woke up. Without the wind and the rain, he just apologized. I was like errrrrrr? why eh? And he apologized for not being able to spend time with me.&lt;br /&gt;Work commitments, what can I say! Sad but true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.. lost the flow.. all becos this shikin kept nudging in msn.. urgh. &lt;br /&gt;Alrytelar.. brain is no longer working, actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's working.bleargh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-2166236398064015443?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2166236398064015443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=2166236398064015443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2166236398064015443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2166236398064015443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/01/yawn-entry.html' title='A (yawn) entry'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-2167927697368052635</id><published>2009-01-15T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:02:26.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kembali Pulang</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm totally in love with this song. Ah Bee "promoted" it to me.. and he added, "hey I am not referring to anyone eh.." &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If I was single, unmarried, un-attached.. simply a loner, I would be bawling, listening to these songs especially lagoo Newboyz.. fuh!! Cengeng beb!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You.. enjoy listening to this song while I continue to do my best to catch this small fly which has irritate me for the past 3 hours, purposely flying in front of me and now my 2 hands are all in pain... I-D-I-O-T!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px;"&gt; &lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/S5phyMg-dd"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;  &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/S5phyMg-dd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px;PADDING-LEFT: 1px;PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px;PADDING-TOP: 1px;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6;"&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px;PADDING-LEFT: 0px;FLOAT: left;PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px;PADDING-TOP: 4px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px;PADDING-LEFT: 0px;PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px;MARGIN: 0px;PADDING-TOP: 0px;" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" method="post"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;" type="submit" value="Search"&gt;  &lt;div style="PADDING-TOP: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=S5phyMg-dd"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=S5phyMg-dd"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=S5phyMg-dd"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=S5phyMg-dd"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/S5phyMg-dd/" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/inCAmtK/music/OqObZwJo/kangen_band_kembali_pulang/"&gt;Kembali Pulang - Kangen Band&lt;/a&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-2167927697368052635?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2167927697368052635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=2167927697368052635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2167927697368052635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2167927697368052635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/01/kembali-pulang.html' title='Kembali Pulang'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-7442914732155757023</id><published>2009-01-14T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:54:51.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>After 4 months of waiting, it's finally here. It's worth the 10 hours of posing, smiling and changing costumes. And tell ya it's not easy. But of course, I discovered that I have the flair to become a "model".. muahahahaha. Come on, I dun usually look like that. So gimme credit can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to lack of space, my room is now like a wedding gallery. Full of frames.. Small, Medium to Large... 2012, where are you??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a video of all our "hard work" for your viewing pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZhX0Fm3cUSg&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-7442914732155757023?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7442914732155757023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=7442914732155757023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7442914732155757023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7442914732155757023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-6593995639010866025</id><published>2009-01-07T09:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:32:45.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a short(??) update</title><content type='html'>I have been updating my life stories in the multiply, which of course after a while I find it quite weird. There were certain things that are "taboo-ed" to blog about. Here, when there are readers (if any), I couldn't see who. I soo I dun really care. But there..BFF, close buddies all there.. and even my ex-nemesis (hehe).. Not only that, even Ah Bee has my password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's just say, In the meantime I am skipping around for a while. And I miss my bloggie the blogspot. Anyway, It has 2 months since I got married. How's marriage life? Hmmm.. let's just say as much as I enjoyed the fact that I dun have to cook and I love crowd at time(got used to it after living in a noisy home for 26yrs), I'd prefer having my own home. Then I can do this.. do that to my own home... And because I am living with my MIL, at times, the house can be too overcrowded with people. And sometimes when I got nothing better to do, I just closed my bedroom door, on my lappy. either that or I just lay dead on the bed, watching tee-vee and ZZZzzzzzZZZ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the times, during my off day, either I make plans or I just got to Ibu's house, entertaining the kids.. So that's marriage life, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times when I think about it, maybe we should have kids. But thinking thru, I am not sure whether I am ready. At first, I planned to have one after 1 year of marriage.. But Ah Bee said.."kalau rezeki apa salahnye.." hmmm... I guess soo.. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot imagine myself, a kid taking care of kids...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for work!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-6593995639010866025?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6593995639010866025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=6593995639010866025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6593995639010866025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6593995639010866025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/01/short-update.html' title='a short(??) update'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-8939480720822401952</id><published>2009-01-04T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:38:30.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never make regretful decisions</title><content type='html'>When I heard the news, I felt very very strange. It's like an old dry wound, opening up again. I knew I should have "sealed" before I got married. But by sealing it is to meet him once again. And I wouldn't want to do that... Not at the expense of secretly "betraying" my Ah Bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was torn apart but finally I chose not to. And I thought I could just forget it. Hell No.. It seems that I have neither forgiven not forgotten. And for Heaven's sake , it has been 6 years. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing I regret actually. For 6 years till now, I just wondered why I have not done that. And I know if I have done this, I would quickly get over it like the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have slapped his effing... face left... right at that moment when he gave me such craps.&lt;br /&gt;I guessed I was not that strong enuff last tyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should do now.. Will it be weird after years gone by? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these unwanted worrying and thinking are making my tummy growling ley..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Bah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-8939480720822401952?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8939480720822401952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=8939480720822401952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8939480720822401952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8939480720822401952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-make-regretful-decisions.html' title='never make regretful decisions'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-7486381602242438875</id><published>2009-01-02T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:25:25.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored!!!</title><content type='html'>I am bored. I am lying dead on my bed with no plans and with no Ah Bee (working on pm shift &amp; will be back at midnight). Boredom kills!!! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-7486381602242438875?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7486381602242438875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=7486381602242438875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7486381602242438875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7486381602242438875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored.html' title='Bored!!!'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-6231886231702969096</id><published>2008-12-21T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T09:34:10.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date with the Vampire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yey! I achieved it. my 5 cents was not used at all.. hehe. The date started off with a rush. Internet booking failed. Not sure why. Tried so many times and it kept gaving me a NULL.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We decided to buy there instead. Surprisingly not much people at downtown east, though it's Saturday. I assumed there must be human-jam at Orchard then.. Saturday mah!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ah Bee treated me to BBQ Chicken. Have not eaten since morning. I was not really familiar of the menu except that all are chickens... Chicken this.. Chicken that.. So when I read the description, I ordered Original Chicken since it is Chef's recommendation. But when the food arrived, it looked so much like KFC's.. hmm.... Ah Bee was like, " of course Original Chicken mah, what'd you expect!" I was indirectly cheated..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had this sickness if I eat the latter..I would feel sick and vomit everything . I reckon that it is too oily. Because I have "experimented" my body system a few times and it was proven. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But-kan, the Original Chicken at BBQ Chicken proved me otherwise. Very delicious and  crispy. Found out they used virgin olive oil.... Ahhh no wonder I felt very much healthy after eating the chicken. I think it's all because while I was eating i was reading their write-up on the goodness of olive oil.. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" color="#666600" size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The beneficial health effects of olive oil are due to both its high content of monounsaturated &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healingdaily.com/detoxification-diet/healing-fats.htm"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" color="#666600" size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fatty acids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" color="#666600" size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and its high content of antioxidative substances. Studies have shown that olive oil offers protection against &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healingdaily.com/conditions/heart-disease.htm"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" color="#666600" size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heart disease&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" color="#666600" size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt; by controlling LDL ("bad") cholesterol levels while raising HDL (the "good" cholesterol) levels. (1-3) No other naturally produced oil has as large an amount of monounsaturated as olive oil -mainly oleic acid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" color="#666600" size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olive oil is very well tolerated by the stomach. In fact, olive oil's protective function has a beneficial effect on ulcers and gastritis. Olive oil activates the secretion of bile and pancreatic hormones much more naturally than &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healingdaily.com/conditions/pharmaceutical-companies.htm"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" color="#666600" size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;prescribed drugs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" color="#666600" size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Consequently, it lowers the incidence of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healingdaily.com/liver-detoxification/liver-flush.htm"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" color="#666600" size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gallstone formation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" color="#666600" size="2"&gt;."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Before I went to watch the movie, galrens kept telling me that the actor's GORGEOUS! HANSOME! CUTE! and whatsoever... And so we went. Initially, I dun find anything amazing about this guy. I thought he was too fair. I kept wondering  whether he is wearing too much powder on his face or it's natural? Or maybe the make up artist deliberately did that as he was supposed to come from a "non-blood sucking" family so which is why he had to look bloodless??!! I dunno..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But as the movie went by... I realised his eyes were soo name-calling.. &lt;em&gt;Nurul! Nurul!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Almost got hypnotized by him.. hehehe.. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt; And yes there were certain parts on the movie that I thought he looked charming.. hmm..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The movie looks like it is about a love story between a human and a vampire. The introduction of the actors was quite long and draggy. Guess I was self-entertained by his eyes. And the "fighting" part was a very short one. But the way the girl was attacked by the bad vampire was ruthless. Broke her leg.. OUCH!!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There were certain &lt;em&gt;vampire humor&lt;/em&gt; in it.  Bee thought it was the most boring movie he ever watched. And I doubt he's gonna watch the rest... &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Still, I dun regret not watching his chosen movie BOLT!!! ???&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By the way, I am soo looking forward to the second date tonight.. Heee! Dunno why but quite excited about it It's our first ever........ &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gotta charge the cammie!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-6231886231702969096?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6231886231702969096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=6231886231702969096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6231886231702969096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6231886231702969096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/12/date-with-vampire.html' title='Date with the Vampire...'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-2399427461033178537</id><published>2008-12-20T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:06:25.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A date with the Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have a date tonyte... With who else... I have this fetish about formality. You noe like when people asked u in a formal kind of way whether you wanna go somewhere or do something.. Sick-o.. I noe. He did dat like, "Baby, I nak asked you out on a date. Are you working on Saturday?" Ahh like that lar... I was taken aback at first but the feeling was very nice. Which means the whole day will be on him and none of my $$ will come out, even my 5 cents.. hahaha... &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So Twilight, here I come! (finally!!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I have another date with him tomorrow. Somewhere I have not been for donkey years!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tell you tomorrow..!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-2399427461033178537?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2399427461033178537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=2399427461033178537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2399427461033178537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2399427461033178537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/12/date-with-twilight.html' title='A date with the Twilight'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-1883374668652007542</id><published>2008-12-20T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:58:41.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;From the last entry till now, my ka-ching has fly fly fly.. disappear out of sight. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt; So now, to control myself, I have to leave the wallet at home while carrying just the essential cards and cash.  sigh.. life!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway my parent's back from Haj. It is super irritating when you have aunties that kept calling you asking ," mana? mana? dah sampai ke lom?" one after another. And so while I was driving, Nana's hp, Shikin's and mine kept ringing. And somemore, with me so unfamiliar with the airport carpark and with Nana trying to concentrate giving the correct direction. At one point, after parking the car and was walking to the terminal, this goon called again asking where we are.. saying things like the airplane has touched down.bla bla bla. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wah lau... Kan-chiiong like wat.Case takut tak dapat berkat!.. So fed up that I asked her back  whether Ibu and Ayah is already in front of her face... and she kept saying the airplane has touched down.. I almost screamed at her," so they are not in front of u lar.. okay bye!" and yar member merajuk lar... kwa kwa kwa... And while waiting for Ibu and Ayah, another group of kanchiong makcik.. Kept pushing so that they can be in front aka the grand sitting lar!!.. Goodness!!!.They would still come out , won't they?! Funny thing, in the end, everyone of dem came out at the other door..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ibu didn't buy anything for me, Nana and Shikin. She said we very the cerewets so tak payah belikan... But she bought a lot of kurmas and some other tidbits. I haven't tasted any except for the chocolate kurma.. Sungguh tak yummy tapi boleh telan lar. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So yes, that nyte we had a "doa selamat", listening to Ibu &amp; Ayah's first experiences there. Amazing things happened, they said. They really enjoyed the whole trip and was planning to save up for Umrah.. and funny things like when they described their jakun-ness when the day suddenly change into morning after the plane fly thru the clouds... &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mummy , Daddy I'm so jealous!! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt; But I'm glad you are back!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-1883374668652007542?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1883374668652007542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=1883374668652007542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/1883374668652007542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/1883374668652007542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home!'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-8893696514488291603</id><published>2008-12-11T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:36.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait till you're gone...Ka-ching!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;45 minutes to go... dig dag dug dig dug bom bom bom.. yup i think that's how my heart goes ryte now if it's ever that loud. Anyway I just borrowed an audiobook "Chinese for Dummies". Cool. But in the middle of lesson 1, I had to take a rest. Tired of pronouncing the shi, zhi, chi. my tongue nearly get twisted. and I was totally out of breath and energy.. sigh... There's like 3 CD and I'm still stuck with the first. Sheeshh.. All for the sake of "giving a good service to the non-English speaking community", &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt; At times, it can be quite difficult, when the Chinese colleagues went on leave or off days, and the Malay community are stuck for the whole day together with no one to fall back on.. or a slang language at work "tai chi".. Sometimes I am just like a person who just learn how to speak and who cannot speak... I have to use actions, a lot of broken Chinese AND English and even resort to write on a piece of paper. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Funny thing about some Singaporean Chinese, when I approached them to help to translate, they replied with blank faces. Not all ah.. Some are very impressive!  And I remembered a particular Chinese modern family. The boy needed to find some Chinese books. The father came and approached me with a list of Chinese characters and asked me for assistance to find them. So I obliged and when I asked them to spell the hanyu pinyin, the father turned to the son and the son looked at the father.. and the father looked at me.. and said dun noe how to read.. And I looked at them with that "duh " look.. and replied ,"Me too".. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png"&gt;. So no choice.. had to taichi lor to my other colleague.  So I think here, no matter what, we had to be bilingual. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Actually I turned blank when suddenly, patron asked me to speak in malay. I find that I sound very the "poetical" hahaha...  Especially if I wanted to explain them. I've the feeling they're trying very hard to understand what I'm babbling about.... Well, they gave me that kind of look lar.... One even tried to give me a lecture after I &lt;em&gt;accidentally&lt;/em&gt; replied him in English.. geezz..&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/angry.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some (both malays &amp; non-malays) even wanted to confirm whether I 'm a Malay.. At that point I feel like digging a hole at the counter and stuck my head in like an ostrich... Nothing to be proud of. Very sarcastic hokay!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hmmm......  Ahhh... I'm just wasting tyme telling a bit of my life story at work.. because iI'm counting down to midnight....... wohoooooOoooOoOo.....19 more minutes people.. Oh God.. I've been waiting for 5 months for this...!!! (Not that I can spend on anything! Saving up for my upcoming honeymoon!!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wokayy nyte everyone, gotta entertain my Hubba-Hubbaaaaa! Oh yeah! He's back!! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/bat.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-8893696514488291603?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8893696514488291603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=8893696514488291603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8893696514488291603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8893696514488291603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/12/wait-till-you-goneka-ching.html' title='Wait till you&amp;#39;re gone...Ka-ching!!'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-6038333056912605411</id><published>2008-12-11T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:27:08.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain here Pain there.. pain in the pocket too???!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My muscle pain is almost gone. Yey!! It has been such an uncomfortable day &amp; nyte. Nope! I didn't go the doc (damn! no excuse to skip work today &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt;) nor a massage. In fact I'd just ignored it last evening and while I was packing to go home, it's almost gone. Though ryte now, I can feel the muscle tiredness while typing.. hmm...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Missus comes again.. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt; And the cramps is slowly killing me!! Bee may be able to come home tonyte.. Aiyah Bad timing! Bad timing! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wilted_rose.png"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nowadays, everytime I do my personal finance calculations, I could feel my blood rushing to the lungs? the heart? ! And I can only think of one word "hypertension" i.e. if it is even the right word.. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Or maybe I can just feel my $$$$ flying off...twee...twee. sigh.. I am broke even when the 12th has yet to come..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-6038333056912605411?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6038333056912605411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=6038333056912605411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6038333056912605411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6038333056912605411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/12/pain-here-pain-there-pain-in-pocket-too.html' title='Pain here Pain there.. pain in the pocket too???!!'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-8858537758362490957</id><published>2008-12-10T01:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:16:48.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things we did during Raya...</title><content type='html'>We decided not to go out as it is the only day I am gonna meet him before he's going off again for the week :P. Spending the tyme on the bed.. AHAKS.... with him correcting my Shikin's lappy and me surfing the net non-stop....!! While the rest of the family dressed in baju kurungs, we decided to stick to our usual "pyjamas". Boredom got to us and this is what we did to amuse ourselves..... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/ST6lTeJDSvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1MRksKYBN1g/s1600-h/Image8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277837567251925746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/ST6lTeJDSvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1MRksKYBN1g/s320/Image8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/ST6lTtpGFII/AAAAAAAAAE8/CDVVCaFnOTE/s1600-h/Image9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277837571412857986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/ST6lTtpGFII/AAAAAAAAAE8/CDVVCaFnOTE/s320/Image9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/ST6lSvPBkQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3PxANtUUTT4/s1600-h/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277837554660512002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/ST6lSvPBkQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3PxANtUUTT4/s320/Image1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Given a day off to celebrate Raya ;D &lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277837580181299874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/ST6lUOTp4qI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lhhI7hY60As/s320/Image13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sigh... He's the Pirate of my Love Boat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/ST6l11C99EI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nASaxejAz_Q/s1600-h/Image11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277838157515977794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/ST6l11C99EI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nASaxejAz_Q/s320/Image11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh... Hidden potential to become a lecturer...?:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/ST6lTKbScUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JWJmsHJNTbA/s1600-h/Image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a raining heavily... And so we can't go to the beach, it "came" to us....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/ST6lTKbScUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JWJmsHJNTbA/s1600-h/Image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277837561959706946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/ST6lTKbScUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JWJmsHJNTbA/s320/Image2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-8858537758362490957?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8858537758362490957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=8858537758362490957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8858537758362490957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8858537758362490957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-we-did-during-raya.html' title='Things we did during Raya...'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/ST6lTeJDSvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1MRksKYBN1g/s72-c/Image8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-2609902886596759143</id><published>2008-12-10T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:54:50.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heelpp(Less)</title><content type='html'>Wokay.. I can't move my left hand. I mean I canNOT raise it from my waist above. I started to feel the pain at work in the morning and now the pain has worsened... I tried to massage it on my own with some ointment that Mak gave me. Anyone has a remedy. I feel so helpless.... So painful... If by Thursday, this pain is still here, I am just gonna give myself an excuse and take a jab at the doctor. Arghhh... Shit has to happened nearing the 12th..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh!!! But if anyone very very very nice and has a remedy or anything... please do inform me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-2609902886596759143?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2609902886596759143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=2609902886596759143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2609902886596759143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2609902886596759143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/12/heelppless.html' title='Heelpp(Less)'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-8123947590018937294</id><published>2008-10-16T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:25:23.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Preview</title><content type='html'>Someone pestered me to blog. So I am just obliging. I'm having 2 days MC till tomorrow. And my leave officially starts on Friday till Nov.. Wohoooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a high fever.. Couldn't sleep. Kept running to the loo to vomit. I have a strong feeling I am going to have an anxiety attack soon. It's crawling to me slowly. Urghh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway a sneak preview of what's happening next week. Suddenly I can feel a lot of butterflies flying in my stomach...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257416903679512738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/SPYY0aPzkKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sr4RFCh1EnU/s400/12102008435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Super tembam kan.. I noe.. Healthy mah!! muahahaaaaahaa...... Denial is a killer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-8123947590018937294?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8123947590018937294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=8123947590018937294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8123947590018937294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8123947590018937294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/10/sneak-preview.html' title='Sneak Preview'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/SPYY0aPzkKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sr4RFCh1EnU/s72-c/12102008435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-8691325721358945593</id><published>2008-07-13T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:04:32.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love can only work with both parties!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;At times, I do not understand what go thru their empty heads. Taking extra responsibilities when they cannot even handle the current situation. Yes it happened again. Early in the morning at 6 am. Luckily I am on afternoon shift today!! Very sian ah! Morning morning have to listen to some "sandiwara". U noe each time, you guys have a problem, I feel very uneasy. I feel like I am the one,carrying the burden! It's not even my fucking problem. My main concerns are my parents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes, I agree a child is a gift but what's a gift if you people dun appreciate any of dem?! I feel sick and tired of the stupid excuses I have been listening for the past 4 years. My advice has always been turned to deaf ears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For my past years, I have been working hard so that my parents live in peace. They are getting old. Why else am I sticking to a mentally tiring job when I get find somewhere less stressful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And now they have to pay for the pampers, the milk... bla bla bla. Things that parents should provide!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; They are not particular because they love their grandchildren. But dun u feel so &lt;strong&gt;lowly pathetic&lt;/strong&gt; that someone else had to feed your children. I dun mind, pampering them. Shikin doesn't mind. Cik Yam doesn't mind. Even when there's no thank you! Or &lt;strong&gt;SHOW&lt;/strong&gt; any appreciation!! Don't both of you have any pride?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After learning the truth, I worried for you though a bit excited. How to give birth? whose medisave? where's the $$ to go checkup? And yes I keep worrying for you too. Maybe because I am much much much older than you that I feel &amp;amp; think this way. And though that cuckoo aka your worthless husband is much older, I assume his brain is left in Ibu's stomach at birth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;4 years, you think he can change, you are totally wrong, dude. Stop being in a fairytale!! I have been living with him for 26 years. To me this is just a cycle! His way of wanting sympathy and attention is sooooooo him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the bottom of my heart, I feel that you need new space, new air to breathe and a new life.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not worth hanging on something that ain't gonna happen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222465324778966386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="97" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/SHnsiwc-zXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sYq0A1zZn3k/s400/images.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-8691325721358945593?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8691325721358945593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=8691325721358945593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8691325721358945593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8691325721358945593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-can-only-work-with-both-parties.html' title='Love can only work with both parties!'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/SHnsiwc-zXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sYq0A1zZn3k/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-1554416064250436526</id><published>2008-07-12T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T16:04:07.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgghhh The worst day of my life.</title><content type='html'>I just come to realise that I have much much much better endurance for traffic jams than human jam in the MRT especially.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-1554416064250436526?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1554416064250436526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=1554416064250436526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/1554416064250436526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/1554416064250436526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/07/urgghhh-worst-day-of-my-life.html' title='Urgghhh The worst day of my life.'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-3676521101618896867</id><published>2008-06-28T06:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T06:56:22.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To love is better than not to be loved at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;COACH has some new stuff. And it is so tempting. I have no idea why I am blogging early in the morning. Maybe this is just one of the way to distract myself from work. I feel frustrated with her sending me an email. And DUH!! ANd I realised it's my fault. For being such a goons to read my work email yesterday when I should be enjoying myself.. DOUBLE DUH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And back to my COACH.com, the new arrival's beary hot. Bee got tired of me looking at COACH.COM all the time. We almost got into a quarrel yesterday. He wants me to think of our future.. Who says I don't! But the thought of applying for a flat is so taxing. Well yes, having self owned flat is good.. One of the advatages I can think of right now, you can just walk naked with no one to bother, then again, the thought of having a lifetime commitment is just heavy. Plus with the preparations of the upcoming big event . Anyway we have applied for a PUNGGOL flat. I can see he's pretty excited about it. I have not feel the excitement yet. Just yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Big day is in 3 months time. I am feeling all jitters. Really. One thing for sure, I am STILL fat. Or maybe fatter!!! And I kept dreaming about the marriage. I dreamt that on the day of my wedding I forgot to wear my henna. And I dreamt about it thrice. And the last dream I had was about me being fat on wedding day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I suspect I have slight amnesia.. Actually I dunno what to call it so it will be a mini amnesia. I can forget about convesation even after 5 mins.I forgot where I place things. The other time I came to work, I got panic about some work issues, I placed my wallet at the public PC in my workroom for the whole morning which before on of my colleagues decided to find out. I did not realise it until lunchtime, when my HLO opened the wallet to see whom it belongs to. And yours truly dun even realised she has misplaced her wallet. How cool!!  Even my partner in crime at work got disturbed by my incomplete sentences. She will always gave me this," hello madam, can you dun tell me things halfway, can or not. U think I know what you are talking about." I just forgot what I wanted to say at times!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think I know what I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A pamper treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A getaway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Urgh.. Okay.. Tahan.. Tahan.. 3 more months.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How time flies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-3676521101618896867?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3676521101618896867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=3676521101618896867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/3676521101618896867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/3676521101618896867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-love-is-better-than-not-to-be-loved.html' title='To love is better than not to be loved at all'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-1344586469945773477</id><published>2008-06-16T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:13:31.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly Happy</title><content type='html'>The day was well spent. I was the driver for half of the day. Bee took over the other half cos I was too sleepy to continue driving. Was unable to sleep in the morning. Slept at 5 am and woke up at 8am. Maybe I was feeling excited. Usually that's the case. Then again, what? I am excited to spend my money??! Hmm I must be darn rich.... NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off from swimming in the morning to lunch @ good ol McDonald (I've never seen Bedok's Mac so pack-o!)to watching Congkak to going to Ikea to Compass Point to Century Sq to Joo Chiat and lastly to fill up our stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all &lt;em&gt;belly happy&lt;/em&gt; though a bit upset with the chilli cra(p)b! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of my Daddy, Mummy was super excited to get the Father's day gift.&lt;br /&gt;And of course Somebody else is  super-duper happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his own words " my wish has come true". I am happy when you are happy. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for my rest. My cards need some rest too. Kindda overworked for today! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212494883940803810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="338" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/SFaAet7VJOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8CHS4geIRj8/s400/untitled.bmp" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&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/19300094-1344586469945773477?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1344586469945773477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=1344586469945773477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/1344586469945773477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/1344586469945773477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/06/belly-happy.html' title='Belly Happy'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/SFaAet7VJOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8CHS4geIRj8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-505569341194815279</id><published>2008-06-16T03:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T04:04:30.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love just comes when you least expected.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just got home from nite drive with Bee. Almost coincidentally, we had the same off day tomorrow. So we decided to spend the "night" together by driving around. We got lost for a while at Woodlands. And he got agitated when I couldn't read the map properly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like hello... it had to take a while to digest lor.. Asyik nak mengamuk jer nie mamat satu! &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;Tomorrow, we're having a long day. I have planned my day nicely which starts with a morning swim and ends with a belated birthday cum Father's day dinner. Haha.. How nice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And me &amp;amp; Zal are going to continue our shopping tomorrow. Yey for Zal! Bah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know he's super duper excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's either 40 GB or 80 GB for tomorrow *winks*.&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;I had the worst working day. One super idiotic nyonya almost spoil my mood. Fortunately, a funny lady saved the day!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And after the incident, I decided to drink a bottle of plain water and just stressed it all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And hey it works. Ryte after that, I forgot all about the so called worst incident in my 41 months, being a service provider. Urghh! I almost.. almost hit her with the-whatever I was holding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Luckily, I managed to hold back my anger. *sigh*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I thought I just met one of the people who had "over-study" in their younger days, if u noe what I mean, besides that neighbourhood have plenty of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At times, I dunno how I can last that long, enduring all these shits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I come to realise all the patience comes from the love that I had for the job with the exception of the "hardworking" tai chi queens &amp;amp; demanding customers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love? That's ironic as I had borrowed a book called the Perfect CV. hurhur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok. I am so feeling better! =)&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, Happy Father's Day to u, Daddy!! It's so yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He had spend his Father's day sending &amp;amp; fetching his dear &lt;em&gt;yours truly&lt;/em&gt; to and from work. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So you will get what you want tomorrow. Oh No! Not exactly what you want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More of what your dear &lt;s&gt;spokesman&lt;/s&gt; wife suggested to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She always like that one! Sheesh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-505569341194815279?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/505569341194815279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=505569341194815279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/505569341194815279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/505569341194815279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-just-comes-when-you-least-expected.html' title='Love just comes when you least expected.'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-1729365080060527270</id><published>2008-06-15T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:46:00.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaki Kaki</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Went to Kaki Kaki the other day to get my foot massage. Oooooohh super painful but shiok, kau!! The lady was saying "tahan ajer kalau sakit, tapi lepas tu sedaap." hurhur.. I do agree it's soo sedapp. Almost fell asleep. Then after the foot massage, while waiting for Su to finish her facial, I went to the receptionist to inquire on the ultimate topic... waxing. =).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: you guys do waxing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Receptionist&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh yes we do. You want? Strip all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Huh? No No... Not brazilian.. but others..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Receptionist: Which part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Errr..... (showing her below my arms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Receptionist&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh Underarms...(showing me the price)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me: Painful or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Receptionist&lt;/strong&gt;: No lah.. Not that painful.. I just did strip all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And after she said that, I was practically staring at her from her head to her arm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And just kept silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was super stunned. She was so petite. How did she even can hold the pain?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway.. I chickened out.. again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maybe when September comes... Nearing the important date... Maybee ... Maybeee.... Maybeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I did eyebrow threading and I was tearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What if I do waxing.. I will be bawling my heart out...!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-1729365080060527270?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1729365080060527270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=1729365080060527270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/1729365080060527270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/1729365080060527270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/06/kaki-kaki.html' title='Kaki Kaki'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-6555648306057412778</id><published>2008-06-13T15:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:55:03.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love surprises.. Hint .. Hint</title><content type='html'>The moment I step into my room, after a long long long tiring day at work, Shikin pointed to a huge black paper bag. And I saw something so familiar.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coachie!!! I totally forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop looking &amp; molesting it all over! And I almost slept with it. &lt;br /&gt;When Iqah saw it, she went "wah canteknyaa". And she tried carrying it. &lt;br /&gt;Though 3 yrs old, she's already a huge bag freak, I tell you! Not just any bag. She loves the over-the-shoulder type. dun pray pray hor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I have to give it up to Bee this Saturday as it's actually part of the wedding gifts. Sooo I reluctantly wrapped it nicely and placed it back in the paper bag. I think I actually unwrapped and wrapped again thrice.. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more months to go.. ARghh!!! Tempting nak mampos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rizal Cayang, can I have it as a pre-birthday gift instead? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.createblog.com/graphics/" title="Avatars / Icons"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cbimg9.com/graphics/08/06/53615c.jpg" alt="Avatars / Icons" /&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/19300094-6555648306057412778?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6555648306057412778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=6555648306057412778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6555648306057412778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6555648306057412778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/06/wat-surpriseee.html' title='I love surprises.. Hint .. Hint'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-1569827258496454350</id><published>2008-06-10T17:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:31:40.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit happens... all the time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For all these years, I have been listening to all those hollow words that came out from your mouth. And none became reality.&lt;br /&gt;And I have been disappointed ....again. Empty and meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;I should have listen and trusted my instinct.&lt;br /&gt;And not start to be swayed and dreamt of joy &amp;amp; excitement for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How exciting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-1569827258496454350?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1569827258496454350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=1569827258496454350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/1569827258496454350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/1569827258496454350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/06/shit-happens-all-time.html' title='shit happens... all the time.'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-424488991219809317</id><published>2008-06-03T18:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:18:24.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of a dum dee dum journey</title><content type='html'>And so tomorrow is the semi-big day. We are both so excited.. I tell you. Inside jumpin' like wat. Can't imagine how it will be on the REAL BIG DAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy is not feeling well since yesterday. And I want her so much to be there with Daddy tomorrow. :( I want so much to send her to SGH... But i dunno how to get there lar. *sigh* How eh?! "(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-424488991219809317?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/424488991219809317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=424488991219809317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/424488991219809317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/424488991219809317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/06/start-of-dum-dee-dum-journey.html' title='The start of a dum dee dum journey'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-5449010512852730649</id><published>2008-05-27T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:58:58.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God always give the best in life.</title><content type='html'>I saw this video and it moved me to tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bppXP91b4nE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bppXP91b4nE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-5449010512852730649?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5449010512852730649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=5449010512852730649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5449010512852730649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5449010512852730649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-always-give-best-in-life.html' title='God always give the best in life.'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-765144396493059380</id><published>2008-05-22T10:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:30:11.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Idol... The American Idol</title><content type='html'>He has always been my fave ever since Michael Johns was voted off. I was super excited when he won. The last time I got that excited was when Taufik became Singapore Idol.. Muahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear it from the new American Idol.. yippeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/N_oFK9QpbL"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/N_oFK9QpbL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/groups/iYPRoonS/music/rEccklnm/david_cook_always_be_my_baby_studio/"&gt;Always Be My Baby (Studio) - David Cook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-765144396493059380?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/765144396493059380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=765144396493059380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/765144396493059380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/765144396493059380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-idol-american-idol.html' title='My Idol... The American Idol'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-7896034711356989757</id><published>2008-05-22T09:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:50:01.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving it</title><content type='html'>In my absence in the blogging world, after my Goodbye was misunderstood as it was for the blog actually, I did a couple of fun things that broke its "virginity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Eyelash Extension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was whole load of fun having a pair of extra long eyelashes. My eyes suddenly became gorgeous. which triggered one qn from Bee, "how come you look different."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Beauty comes with pain. At times, it kept poking with my eyes. And I kept getting worried with some of the lashes dropped off on its own. And the last straw, when the right eye almost became "botak", that I had to remove them all. Having it on was a pain. Removing it was as painful. *sigh* So am I doing it again? Errrmmm... I think I will consider the temporary one instead. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Manicure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for Tata the other day, after my detox, I got tempted with the manicure salon. So I thought why not. Usually I did manicure without the nail polish. This time around, I thought, why not. The girl working there kept persuading me to do French manicure. I think and think and think. Nahhhh I dun think so. Its such a hassle. So I chose the most natural colour of all which my sis called as a dead man's fingernails. hehehe. And It was soo fun. Then worry came. How to remove it. What if the removing is not that thorough and clean. Worrying was such a waste of time. I am totally in love with Maybelline Express for Cutex removal.. It's so proven. It disappears within seconds. Muahahhaha... Definitely going for a second round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) I am hooked on online shopping and currently I am a new COACH freak.. reallli!! No joke. I can go bankrupt just by buying COACH. But Im loving it..VERY MUCH!! *hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops its time to prepare for my outing later. Going to Sentosa. Bee took leave to spend time with his Queen.... Bahhh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-7896034711356989757?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7896034711356989757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=7896034711356989757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7896034711356989757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7896034711356989757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/05/loving-it.html' title='Loving it'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-5489408042077184538</id><published>2008-03-21T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:04:26.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's it. It's a goodbye.</title><content type='html'>I am truly amazed by how some people thought themselves as saint. As perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I heard you. Loud and clear. Thanks but no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the (supposedly) kind advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks for that silent sarcasm of yours. An advice? Save it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? 13 years. sheesh. I thought we are supposed to have an unspoken understanding.&lt;br /&gt;But what can I say. By your own reflection, you are perfect. Too bad I am not.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really glad I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has always been sucks in its own way. It was an impromptu decision.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you are nice person despite whatever people said. I didn't move on till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I am very happy with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-5489408042077184538?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5489408042077184538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=5489408042077184538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5489408042077184538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5489408042077184538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/03/thats-it-its-goodbye.html' title='That&apos;s it. It&apos;s a goodbye.'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-793031641368190508</id><published>2008-03-10T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T12:04:11.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>detox but no massage pls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bee has been whining about how much he needed a massage, after he came back from reservist. And how much he wanted to try a lady masseuse. Mainly because whenever we had massages at Aranda, I will deliberately get a man to do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean if I cannot massage him, I don't think any woman can. That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And being a very very bad masseuse myself, I decided to give him a surprise massage treat at Mary Chia. And for hours he had been buggin' me to tell him what's the surprise about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Killin' 2 birds, I went for my Detox session. Detox was good. Losing all water, feeling like a BBQ chicken after Detox, I lost 250 grams. And it did make a diff, I felt like I was walking on air after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coming out from the room, I saw Bee's dissatisfied look. Uh-OH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was complaining about how bad the massage was, how the lady was busy looking at her hp while massaging and he still feeling the pain at his back. Nonetheless, he was still thankful for the treat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well at least I know. I should have just stick with our fave, Aranda Spa.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh*.. Poor guy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-793031641368190508?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/793031641368190508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=793031641368190508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/793031641368190508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/793031641368190508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/03/detox-but-no-massage-pls.html' title='detox but no massage pls...'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-6718380458027295278</id><published>2008-02-29T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T19:17:09.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey..I'm Home</title><content type='html'>Wee.. Bee is at home. Finished his reservist! I can have his full love AND attention again until.....the "love" letter comes Aaagainnnnnnn. And he told me that might be a possibility about a week or two after our wedding, he might have to be called back.&lt;br /&gt;And he intend to ask for defer, should it be true because, in his own words " baru kahwin seh, takkan nak tinggalkan u.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HurHur...Tau takper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-6718380458027295278?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6718380458027295278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=6718380458027295278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6718380458027295278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6718380458027295278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/honeyim-home.html' title='Honey..I&apos;m Home'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-5327952912779482397</id><published>2008-02-26T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T18:18:25.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Cu-koo</title><content type='html'>Today is last off day for the week after a long weekend off. I spent my days hanging out at home, going for mid-nyte jog and entertaining my 2 nieces. To kill my boredom, I surf thru website for potential wedding invites and other wedding stuff, and that includes oogling at COACH.com..heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cable doesn't serve its purpose. I still feel bored. Today, I have watched 3 times of Ellen Degeneres shows. She's one funny person and the things she gave out to the audience were super good. Wii, PS3, Canon camera .. yada yada. And one winner on her show got everything for the 12 days of giveaway. And that's like a lot seh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time, Tyra banks was giving out IPOD for her audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always envy of these audience who get to be on these shows. And I remember me and my sis contemplated on going to US to go on these shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhoh.. Ryte now I heard my mum screaming at the kids. &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;. wat's new!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-5327952912779482397?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5327952912779482397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=5327952912779482397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5327952912779482397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5327952912779482397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/going-cu-koo.html' title='Going Cu-koo'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-5217387543219660621</id><published>2008-02-21T09:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T14:37:01.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement+Nervous+Happiness=Chaotic Nunu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am counting down to galfren's engagement party. And I am here, deciding hard whether or not to choose that date for my marriage preparation course. It's not that I am not interested at all but hey, she waited super looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong enuff for it to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when it finally did, I am nowhere there. But I promised her to be there, before I go to course and after I finished my course. sigh. I am super happy for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is excited about it, I know. All the preparations should be exciting enuff especially the buying of gifts... muaahaha...&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="center"&gt;Anyway, nowadays I am always broke. Thousands of bills to pay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nielah akibatnye kalau &lt;em&gt;pakai dulu bayar kemudian. Hurhur..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Complained to my galfrens. And they were so thoughtful that they decided to pre-planned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kara-ok outing on the nyte of my pay so that I have $$ to spend. =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am very much missing Bee. He is serving his reservist. He got into a couple of "mishaps" mainly because his bike. *sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reservist is good. Time and distance apart makes the heart grows fonder though heart-stabbing at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby Chevey is in the workshop because he-she suddenly went "dumb". &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="center"&gt;The trios with &lt;em&gt;the exception of Zana&lt;/em&gt; who is not really into backpacks, are currently going goo goo gaa gaa over a whitish Oakley backpack. We totally lurve it. And we are planning a getaway.... just to carry the bags??!! hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I have not given CT, her berfday prezzie last yr. She was rather "sore" bout it. Maybe I will just get that bag for her. maybe..maybe..maybe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oo October I can't wait. jittery jitters~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-5217387543219660621?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5217387543219660621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=5217387543219660621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5217387543219660621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5217387543219660621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/excitementnervousjittershappinesschaoti.html' title='Excitement+Nervous+Happiness=Chaotic Nunu'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-8678506487427131422</id><published>2008-02-15T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T10:17:04.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-S-T</title><content type='html'>Suddenly, reality hit me hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-8678506487427131422?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8678506487427131422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=8678506487427131422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8678506487427131422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8678506487427131422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/l-o-s-t.html' title='L-O-S-T'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-5937403061216966929</id><published>2008-02-11T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T14:09:46.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MissBee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am feeling a bit strange today. It has been only 7 hours. But I am missing you terribly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Argghh Reservist! Tersiksa batinku!! =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-5937403061216966929?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5937403061216966929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=5937403061216966929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5937403061216966929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5937403061216966929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/missbee.html' title='MissBee'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-3024608220335376294</id><published>2008-02-07T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:46:48.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward to Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be away from my work these days and will be continuing to laze around after Monday for 3 days. PMP is around the corner. Feeling a little "lost" as there are some changes in the job desciption. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bee got me a new toy. And I am luvin' it. Cuteeeee!! Macam ownernya.. Muahahhahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164264685279761202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/R6snXqwx0zI/AAAAAAAAAD0/thIQq-Fn46E/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-3024608220335376294?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3024608220335376294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=3024608220335376294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/3024608220335376294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/3024608220335376294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/looking-forward-to-tomorrow.html' title='Looking forward to Tomorrow.'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/R6snXqwx0zI/AAAAAAAAAD0/thIQq-Fn46E/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-5460610905807702795</id><published>2008-02-04T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T10:26:55.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stand by me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One more week and I am missin'  you already. How to survive for 3 weeks, dear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-5460610905807702795?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5460610905807702795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=5460610905807702795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5460610905807702795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5460610905807702795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/stand-by-me.html' title='stand by me'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-7769182308580696672</id><published>2008-01-20T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T10:43:03.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bull(shit)frog</title><content type='html'>Check out &lt;a href="http://rocksteady-forever.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nana's blog&lt;/a&gt;! So I am a Bullfrog eh. Quite interesting. Almost true. About easily to fall in love? Not sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway 9 more months to go, honey. I am in the midst of preparing for the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that almost settled:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$$ Booked my Wedding Decor&lt;br /&gt;$$ Booked my Cook&lt;br /&gt;$$ Booked my Wedding cake&lt;br /&gt;$$ Booked my Mak Andam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently looking around for nice bedroom furniture and still deciding on my wedding invitees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Urgh Panic Panic Panic.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-7769182308580696672?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7769182308580696672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=7769182308580696672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7769182308580696672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7769182308580696672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/01/bullshitfrog.html' title='bull(shit)frog'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-3681200096783764920</id><published>2008-01-07T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T15:05:12.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better days coming up... I hope</title><content type='html'>If 2007 was  my favourite year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got my driving licence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have our new Chev-ey Baby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;then 2008 will definitely be a year of happenings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1.1.08 was our our 4th year "stuck" together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bestie is going to be engaged to the man of her dreams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bee is starting his 2 weeks reservist soon. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preparations for the to-be his-wifey day.... 10 more months to go!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And what makes everything feels good, look good:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have just got a salary adjustment.... Muahhahahahaha...Kaya.. Kaya...Kayapppp&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What could be better than that, man!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-3681200096783764920?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3681200096783764920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=3681200096783764920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/3681200096783764920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/3681200096783764920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2008/01/better-days-coming-up-i-hope.html' title='Better days coming up... I hope'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-8198790201600798067</id><published>2007-12-27T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T03:15:30.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.0.0.8 Coming soon</title><content type='html'>One week to a new year.&lt;br /&gt;A year to mark our 4th year of being in love.&lt;br /&gt;A year of many hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;A year to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;The start of a destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bee, we will get thru this together,promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-8198790201600798067?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8198790201600798067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=8198790201600798067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8198790201600798067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8198790201600798067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/12/2008-coming-soon.html' title='2.0.0.8 Coming soon'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-3231867360488887813</id><published>2007-12-25T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T19:55:13.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break a leg... NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My rest day is celebrated by being bed-bound. All the plan of driving the whole day was dampened by the fact that I had to twist my leg yesterday evening during a mini ball game right after I sms-ed galfrens to go out for a nyte drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Urghhh! And I wished it would be my left leg instead of my right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So disappointed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-3231867360488887813?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3231867360488887813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=3231867360488887813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/3231867360488887813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/3231867360488887813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/12/break-leg-not.html' title='Break a leg... NOT!'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-2452063744340974020</id><published>2007-12-18T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:16:31.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moi Chev-ey baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's HERE!!!! Wohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;H-A-P-P-I-N-E-S-S lar boi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-2452063744340974020?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2452063744340974020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=2452063744340974020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2452063744340974020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2452063744340974020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/12/moi-chev-ey-baby.html' title='Moi Chev-ey baby!'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-7994743220451241311</id><published>2007-12-12T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T15:05:03.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tee! You have a message!</title><content type='html'>The most annoying message I received yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hi Nurul, ur bodykits parts will only arrive next Monday. So ur car can only collect on Tuesday evening. Sorry for the inconvenience caused.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;INCONVENIENCE??!! It's more than inconvenience.. It is soooo irrrrrrriiiiitating! It's worse than serving 1 million annoying customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So bladi maaahh fan!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to think I have already planned a nyte out drive-around.. (U noe like breaking the Vee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I-D-I-O-T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baru nak spend bonus aku in style...HurHur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dugong Tul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-7994743220451241311?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7994743220451241311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=7994743220451241311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7994743220451241311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7994743220451241311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/12/tee-you-have-message.html' title='Tee! You have a message!'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-4904079625605020235</id><published>2007-12-06T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:34:07.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for the sky to drop..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a few great humps, almost giving up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; AND if there's no more hurdles to jump ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comin Soon, Baby....&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="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140681947005288322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/R1de_oqDf4I/AAAAAAAAADs/WxSRBBsk9OE/s400/Chevrolet%2520Optra%2520Estate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-4904079625605020235?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/4904079625605020235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=4904079625605020235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/4904079625605020235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/4904079625605020235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/12/waiting-for-sky-to-drop.html' title='waiting for the sky to drop..'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/R1de_oqDf4I/AAAAAAAAADs/WxSRBBsk9OE/s72-c/Chevrolet%2520Optra%2520Estate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-6094024327695879901</id><published>2007-11-30T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T16:48:12.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawt December</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Daddy's burstday. Which also means I can start counting down to having a hawt ride. yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Bee's first time to go NS reservist. Like finally, they decided to call him.&lt;br /&gt; And he has twice sms-ed me how bored he was. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HE MISSED ME.. Awwwwww!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right! How convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering how he can survive his 3 weeks reservist in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I?!!!!!! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-6094024327695879901?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6094024327695879901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=6094024327695879901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6094024327695879901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6094024327695879901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/11/hawt-december.html' title='Hawt December'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-2755071830994128232</id><published>2007-11-11T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:01:58.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drive me crazy, baby</title><content type='html'>When December comes, I will be &lt;em&gt;driving&lt;/em&gt; myself crazy. *crossing fingers...&amp;amp; eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-2755071830994128232?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2755071830994128232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=2755071830994128232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2755071830994128232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2755071830994128232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/11/drive-me-crazy-baby.html' title='drive me crazy, baby'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-5540777223396442842</id><published>2007-10-25T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T00:30:31.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That awesome Nokia is going to be mine!!! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was complaining to my dear colleague abt my dumb phone, not receiving any signals. She asked me how long I have been using the phone. And said almost a year and she said.. Oh its time already. And now it makes me wonder is that why a warranty is only for a year??! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway it's just one of the excuses to get myself a new phone, seeing everyone around me having a new &lt;em&gt;ring ring especially Bee who kept changing his hp from one sony ericsson's model to another, he could already be a spokesman&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I have one in my mind already. I'd better not say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U noe, if we tell, it might never happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which is how me and Bee happened!!!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unless..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you buy me one!=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-5540777223396442842?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5540777223396442842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=5540777223396442842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5540777223396442842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5540777223396442842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/10/that-awesome-nokia-is-going-to-be-mine.html' title='That awesome Nokia is going to be mine!!! =)'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-5929832330263300300</id><published>2007-10-23T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:22:42.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thru thick and thin..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met up with a good fren at Central Lending Library for lunch after which we had to get some art stuff for a session with the kiddoes. And I saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124538747613151026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/Rx4E1wk0_zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3fHGmsmA7UE/s200/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pardon me for the bad image. Blame it on this "wonderful" hp of mine. Arghh. Anyway it says or said.. watever it is.. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends are forever.. Men are whatever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.." I was like... so true...Then again, another part of my head said that, " depends on what type of friend and what type of man." Whaddya think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You know, some people have their own things that they may wear eveytime or for some important events because they think it's for luck. I had one too. And it is the one dat I wore every of my practical lesssons and my test, refused to buy a new pair, believing that it might have a different effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124541659600977730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/Rx4HfQk0_0I/AAAAAAAAADE/47722okOYrU/s200/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here it was my super comfy "surfer" shoes (which i have discarded due to the smell which almost kills my brain) and my black stretchable yoga pants which I wore every driving sessions. And oh, I finally got my licence. Now my wallet looks good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heh Heh.. Eksyen seh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay I know I had some emotional posts which of course stir some concerns. But hey I'm okay. It's just part of the downs of a relationship. From the look of it, he did make up for it, every bits and pieces. And from the way I felt each time he looks in my eyes in close proximity (muahaha) whils stroking my &lt;em&gt;tembam&lt;/em&gt; face, We are okay. Still in love. Thank God..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's an asshole but he's my asshole. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year I celebrated raya with sadness but it ended with a blast with best friends and their lurves. It should be the last raya outing as next year during this time ,I will be busy with preparations.One more year to go and I am more than excited. Bee has bought plasma tee-vee for his newly re-arranged room.yey! PS3 alert! PS3 alert! While helping him to so-called clean up his room, I found some pieces of paper with girls' name and contact numbers of the past. In front of my eyes, he threw it away &lt;em&gt;(I insist)&lt;/em&gt; in the rubbish chute instead of any wastepaper basket. &lt;em&gt;I have much trust &amp;amp; faith in my man but I dun have any with that devil in him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we are pretty excited now ,deciding on the colour of the room and our new bed and wardrobe, Ikea? Courts? Furniture Mall?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My parents has started to discuss abt invitations. They did not want to miss anyone. Well during my engagement, some uninvited-not-on-purpose people already sounded the &lt;em&gt;gong&lt;/em&gt;. Kuat pulak tu!!! hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124552826515947378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/Rx4RpQk0_3I/AAAAAAAAADc/IiHyH24p1DE/s400/P1010663.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Like they say ( dunno who lar) ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All's well ends well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-5929832330263300300?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5929832330263300300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=5929832330263300300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5929832330263300300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5929832330263300300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/10/thru-thick-and-thin.html' title='Thru thick and thin..'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/Rx4E1wk0_zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3fHGmsmA7UE/s72-c/Image034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-3100859063009429792</id><published>2007-10-15T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T23:01:11.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the worst beautiful  day of my life</title><content type='html'>Truthfully yesterday when your mum invited me to your aunt's hous, I was excited. It would be the first time in all the years I have known you and what's more, the ultimate reason why I wasn't invited all these years. So I kindda felt proud because I thought finally I was accepeted "officially" as part of the beautiful family. And i wanted so much to blog about the "dream came true". Alas, it was you who destroyed the beautiful memory of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried too hard and almost gave up. It hurt so much and all I wanted is to cry my heart out but there was no tears, until just now, when I heard your voice saying sorry. I am uncertain of your sincerity though. You have changed. Very much, It seems that your heart has hardened. I may not speak out at times but that doesnt mean that I am not thinking. Sometimes when you speak, I can hear grudges. When you react, I could feel distance. All these, I pushed aside because I thought I was strong enuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever happened yesterday was too much for me. I cannot understand why I was treated that way. Was it all over? Was it something that was not meant to be and I was hanging to it? It seems I do not know you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I accepted your apology and hold on to your promise never to treat me that way again. I hold on to your words that you do love me after all. I will hold on strong. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-3100859063009429792?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3100859063009429792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=3100859063009429792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/3100859063009429792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/3100859063009429792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/10/worst-beautiful-day-of-my-life.html' title='the worst beautiful  day of my life'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-7510239309648058940</id><published>2007-10-13T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T09:06:49.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy raya</title><content type='html'>Ramadhan proved to be the most challenging &amp;amp; best month in my whole entire life. This raya, no new clothes for me. That is for the first time in the years I have living on earth. And I will be visiting friends' homes without Bee, as he will be having a function, as what he claimed. So single woman I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came over to my house at midnight just now. Ibu forced me to asked him to come over to eat, as my home was having a kenduri like any other raya times. It's nice to finally hug him malam malam raya. I sukerrrr... &lt;em&gt;One more year to go, hunny. Hang on 'dere!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think of last night's kenduri, I got irritated with one of my makcik's character. Raya raya, nak sindir sindir. Ingat free per!!!! And this is not the first time. So kindda get used to her. Which is also why I have never had respect for her.  Jangan cakap tak tegur. Salam pon tidak. I am rude?? You will be surprised to know what she said every raya, for someone who goes to &lt;em&gt;multi-&lt;/em&gt;religious classes. And like every raya, I am forced to go to her house. =P The only time, i escaped was last few years. Purposely woke up late. Purposely took my time to bathe. Purposely took time to get ready. Had Ibu screaming at me. And they couldn't wait and went off first. hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh aku nie.. Pagi pagi raya mengumpat lak.. muahahaha.. macam besh gituk kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sistas, Sistas.. Brudders, brudders, Selamat hari raya .. maaf zahir dan batin.. Kalau tersilap ker.. ada perkataan tak senonoh ker, ada cerita tak senonoh ker, tak suka cara saya menulis ker.. apa nak buatkan lumrah kehidupan ber-blogging, mintak maaf banyak banyak ler dari hujung rambut ke hujung kaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain: Lari ke Australia, jangan lupa "come back" with mat mat kangaroo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-7510239309648058940?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7510239309648058940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=7510239309648058940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7510239309648058940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7510239309648058940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-raya.html' title='Happy raya'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-7690422229510676329</id><published>2007-10-07T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T01:30:27.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna ride with me? =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It started 6 years ago. But after so many failures on the theory, I lost interest and confidence. Early this year, I got the "urge to start" again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5th October 2007: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too overwhelmed with anxiety and almost cry from the start of the day till the end when I thought I failed badly, the tester's voice was fade and he said something about driving during raya.. My lips trembled.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when I saw he wrote the number "12" on the sheet of paper, I looked at him and asked in a very &lt;em&gt;dramatic super soft&lt;/em&gt; voice while covering part of my mouth," I pass...ed?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He looked at me and smiled, "Yes".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It took a lot of sacrifices and &lt;em&gt;ka-chings&lt;/em&gt;, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But definitely the best-est "belated" birthday present I ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-7690422229510676329?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7690422229510676329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=7690422229510676329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7690422229510676329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7690422229510676329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/10/wanna-ride-with-me.html' title='wanna ride with me? =)'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-1911373790531740865</id><published>2007-09-29T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T13:48:38.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you see the noose around my neck?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am taking a breather riyte now from my hectic life at work. And that is for only 10 minutes before I go down and face the "music" again. It has been a very busy &amp;amp; stressful month at work.  Being it a fasting month, it doesn't help. Especially after long string of conversations. I hope it ends soon. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yesterday, my Daddy didn't fetch. He didn't bring his hp. Taking a bus was a real chore. While walking home, my legs were wobbly and head aches much much due to the lack of sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling the butterflies in my stomach again as the day is nearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Wish me luck, friends. No..No... Pray for my well-being is a better phrase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shit. I think they are very huge butterflies...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-1911373790531740865?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1911373790531740865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=1911373790531740865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/1911373790531740865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/1911373790531740865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/09/can-you-see-noose-around-my-neck.html' title='Can you see the noose around my neck?'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-2594638364172043264</id><published>2007-09-26T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:10:50.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful expectation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a day I was looking forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My expectations was high. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again, it shattered. This time round, it broke into a zillion pieces. After a very loong time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-2594638364172043264?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2594638364172043264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=2594638364172043264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2594638364172043264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2594638364172043264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/09/painful-expectation.html' title='Painful expectation'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-7370145860828019391</id><published>2007-09-19T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T12:59:32.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecurities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our conversations don't seem right nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It adds on to the stress I am having.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought we are perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the past, so get over it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-7370145860828019391?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7370145860828019391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=7370145860828019391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7370145860828019391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7370145860828019391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/09/called-yourself-man-eyes-rolling.html' title='Insecurities'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-7423612652779935888</id><published>2007-09-08T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T13:02:03.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s(hhh)ecret</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;se-cret:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;adj.&lt;br /&gt;Kept hidden from knowledge or view; concealed.&lt;br /&gt;Dependably discreet.&lt;br /&gt;Operating in a hidden or confidential manner: a secret agent.&lt;br /&gt;Not expressed; inward: their secret thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Not frequented; secluded: wandered about the secret byways of Paris.&lt;br /&gt;Known or shared only by the initiated: secret rites.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond ordinary understanding; mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;Containing information, the unauthorized disclosure of which poses a grave threat to national security. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have countless of secrets. Not that I intentionally keep from other people's knowledge. Knowing myself so well, I dun even care. But experiences told me that sometimes certain things are not meant to be told /share. Firstly because what you told 'dem, could be easily misinterpreted and could cause more misunderstanding. Secondly, it can be hurtful. You thot by sharing, you could diminish some of that painful thoughts but you are so wrong.You could feel worse than what you have felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard some things that I thought I need hear from the horse's mouth itself, I got berated. All because I thot I wanted the truth, alas, it hurt more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some secrets. Too controversial. Certain things in life, I dun tell. I just dun feel like it. I hate explanations. Not that my mouth's " heavy". It's hard to make humans understand what goes thru ur head everyday. It's not as if 100 percent of those you called your bestfriends, your love, your family, understood you every well or maybe they are actually listenining to your voice instead of the actual words you are staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the person you just knew or rarely meet is the person whom you share these thoughts with. And to your surprise, they are going thru a phase which you are experiencing ryte now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain.. &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; healed .&lt;br /&gt;Sadness.. &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; swallowed.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter.. &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; forced.&lt;br /&gt;Smile.. &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;trembled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarification: What I am writing is generic. Some things that I do go thru. BUT it does not mean it has to involve a stranger who is of an opposite sex. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, my birthday was celebrated with peace. (Read: no fights). Will write details later. Later means.... hmm.. in a week time. Maybe. See my mood lar.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should keep all thoughts as a &lt;em&gt;SECRET&lt;/em&gt;.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As if people care, Nunu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-7423612652779935888?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7423612652779935888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=7423612652779935888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7423612652779935888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7423612652779935888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/09/ssshhhh.html' title='s(hhh)ecret'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-7479404845685248940</id><published>2007-08-30T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T13:12:09.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a rojak gal in a rojak moment</title><content type='html'>As the dates getting nearer, I fell into a moment of depression and somehow my fall accidentally press the panic button. I am so into my endless job ryte now that I hardly have a life. I just want people to know what I want or wish and treat me good rather than having me to bear or solve any situations that is proved futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always dream of "everything" perfect. A perfect date. A perfect wedding.&lt;br /&gt;A perfect birthday. A perfect workplace. A perfect life. A perfect "driving licence".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, nobody's perfect. But I believe that above the "nobody's perfect", it's up to an individual to make it perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too much for me to handle. I am handling it all alone.&lt;br /&gt;If these don't make me stronger, I dun noe what else does?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Please dun ask what's my entry all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment I am feeling very confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-7479404845685248940?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7479404845685248940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=7479404845685248940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7479404845685248940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7479404845685248940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/08/rojak-gal-in-rojak-moment.html' title='a rojak gal in a rojak moment'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-8964493084621033182</id><published>2007-08-11T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T09:18:33.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On an escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On National Day, while Singaporeans were happily celebrating, we, 5 souls with a big empty stomach in an almost empty Orchard Road, eating at Carousel at Royal Plaza. I tell you, it was a nice treat from a dear colleague whom I called my "kakak" and my inspiration. She just got a promotion. So there I was eating up a part of her pay. hehehe...The Food was nice. Sushi.. Beryani..Steak.. Fondue.. Ice Cream.. and lots lots more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a few Pixies.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097241629771990738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/Rr0KQYTkhtI/AAAAAAAAACc/TtbHr6qVH84/s200/P1010040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097241629771990754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/Rr0KQYTkhuI/AAAAAAAAACk/-ugAAq1qUzM/s200/royal+scott.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay darlings, I will on a "Sweet Escape" for a week. Only be back in virtual world after 19th. Happy Weekend, Everyone!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Bubble Bath, here I come!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097245993458763522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/Rr0OOYTkhwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6k4OESBAq-4/s200/P1010011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Somehow or rather, I am feeling torn apart. I am tired of being You. Lemme be Me.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may not like what I love. But I am trying my best to love what you love. I love you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-8964493084621033182?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8964493084621033182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=8964493084621033182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8964493084621033182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8964493084621033182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-escape.html' title='On an escape'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/Rr0KQYTkhtI/AAAAAAAAACc/TtbHr6qVH84/s72-c/P1010040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-3523705772713707534</id><published>2007-08-05T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T13:55:41.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did something to my hair. Yes I am that vain. The usual salon that I went to was tragic. It was a new girl who handled my hair. She was so new that she felt tired after ironing 1/4 of my hair. okok I know my hair is that think. ButI dun think u need to sigh or to stop and did ur hair instead. Yah can u believe it, she even has the time to do her hair. Shikin was sitting opp me &amp; saw that whole "doing her hair instead of my hair" incident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arghh!! Dammit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because my hair looked very "willy wonka", I went to another salon to cut my hair yesterday. And I felt great... Very nice. And because the hairdresser had a very limited English in her dictionary, I had to communicate in my very slow but not that bad mandarin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But with those limitations, we had a nice smooth conversation, wokay . Eh not bad eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;del&gt;Basic &lt;/del&gt; Broken Mandarin Lesson, Anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now back to the hair topic, Brazilian Waxing is becoming a hot topic in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me? Still playing around with those kinky thoughts. hurhur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my friend who has a high treshold for pain said its nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But based on my imagination (&lt;em&gt;like Barney said&lt;/em&gt;), I think after you removed all the hair that you have in the nether region, you kindda feel free, cleaner &amp;amp; sexier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And especially nowadays, nightie gowns are all "holey, see through" and "almost similar to your birthday suit".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tried &amp;amp; tested" ways to test whether you could stand the pain:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a) Place a scothtape on your "hairy" hand and pulled it off. &lt;em&gt;No pain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;b) Try to put "koyok" at the back of your neck near your hair overnight. And remove it in the morning. &lt;em&gt;Not that bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better still, why not place that "koyok" at the nether region.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OUCH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hurhur~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who knows, you don't have to go for professional help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(okay, I was just kidding about the last one! I have not gone beyond my existing craziness)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One more week to my "Sweet Escape". &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="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;It's been more than a week now. I am missing you very much. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-3523705772713707534?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3523705772713707534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=3523705772713707534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/3523705772713707534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/3523705772713707534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/08/hairy-days.html' title='Hairy days'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-5513948522274535844</id><published>2007-08-03T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T01:38:55.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bad nyte end it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One time, you can make me "miss you terribly". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a blink, you can pissed me off with no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this love or what?!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;%$^**((&amp;amp;^^*@@#&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-5513948522274535844?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5513948522274535844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=5513948522274535844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5513948522274535844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5513948522274535844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/08/bad-nyte-end-it-all.html' title='A bad nyte end it all'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-6385511315973117763</id><published>2007-08-02T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T15:35:42.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am fallin for you each and everyday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/RrGIIoTkhsI/AAAAAAAAACU/6av4JLZUXng/s1600-h/Image132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094002335372576450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/RrGIIoTkhsI/AAAAAAAAACU/6av4JLZUXng/s200/Image132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/RrGHuoTkhrI/AAAAAAAAACM/OBI9je7xcsY/s1600-h/Image139.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want that phone you are holding. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A note for you &amp;amp; only you&lt;/strong&gt;: Happy 43rd mth anniversary, hunny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm missing you terribly. (&lt;em&gt;esp when I'm rrotting at home without you by my side&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/RrGHk4TkhqI/AAAAAAAAACE/42qwHrVWFos/s1600-h/Image138.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-6385511315973117763?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6385511315973117763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=6385511315973117763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6385511315973117763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6385511315973117763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-fallin-for-you-each-and-everyday.html' title='I am fallin for you each and everyday.'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/RrGIIoTkhsI/AAAAAAAAACU/6av4JLZUXng/s72-c/Image132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-7855446278973631548</id><published>2007-08-01T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:57:28.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock Tick Tock</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last episode. I sat near the teevee just to see hows the ending goes. And yes the ending was lame and all the episodes too. But this lame thingy has got me hooked. Maybe because the storylne was simple and easy to understand the plot. Though I must say, each day the dram which lasted 30 minutes would be a 15 min show exclude the advertisements. And wondering why and why it got me and my sis hooked. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah by the way, it was a malaysian dram called Bukan aku tak cinta. Which my sis always told me," eh kakak, niari ada "ada apa dengan cinta"."  hmmmmmmm and each time I have to correct her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, should I make all the working people sick, today is the start of my "virgin" off weekday. And I having 3 days straight with Thurs being an off in lieu. Oh I am darn happy. I spent the whole day in the saloon, pampering myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing weighing in my mind is obviously my upcoming big day. I know it's still a long way to go. But hey it's no joke, man. The clock is ticking very fast &amp; the mixed feelings of excited &amp; nervous is "dangduting" in my stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, " Alone" was great. The sound effect was good. It got me jumped of my seat.  And Bee too.&lt;br /&gt;The twist was nice. You guys should watch. I heard Harry Porter was more talking than actions. damn.. Shouldnt choose that over Rush Hour 3. grrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-7855446278973631548?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7855446278973631548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=7855446278973631548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7855446278973631548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7855446278973631548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/08/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock Tick Tock'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-6300403083776219968</id><published>2007-07-28T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:09:57.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shucks! wat's wif us today?!</title><content type='html'>The day didn't start off good.It didn't end well either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-6300403083776219968?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6300403083776219968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=6300403083776219968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6300403083776219968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6300403083776219968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/07/shucks-wats-wif-us-today.html' title='shucks! wat&apos;s wif us today?!'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-1468878011175670010</id><published>2007-07-25T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:39:01.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my story morning glory</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my first day of 5 day work week. Which means I have to start wake up &amp;amp; start work earlier. And apparently because I had 4 nyte shift straight in a row, i was practically suffering fron "&lt;del&gt;jet&lt;/del&gt;book lag".My brain refused to work. My stomach grumbled all the way. I didn't eat from the time I woke up till 4 pm. I complained hours after hours to my colleagues. So when the clock showed 4pm, they quickly called me to go and eat. And by that time, my stomach is already bloated and I almost had gastric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I had full shift from 9am till 8pm. I had to depend on RICOLA to wake all the brain cells up. And yah ironically it worked for today. I was like an octopus, running here and as there was some issues that my kepala had to settle. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a very very busy week. And next week I have 3 days consecutive weekday off (yipeee!). And a lot of (back-dated) things to settle before my 1 week long holiday. I don't want to think of work while having fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry to my girls &amp; Bee if I am procrasinating all the sms-es and calls. Truthfully, if i ever had time to sms you people, it is only because I am in the loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get over the effects of 5 day work week, I will faithfully sms-es back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Bee, Get well soon! You know I will always cayang you.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-1468878011175670010?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1468878011175670010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=1468878011175670010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/1468878011175670010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/1468878011175670010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-story-morning-glory.html' title='my story morning glory'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-7506670955141280835</id><published>2007-07-22T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T12:06:54.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends know Best</title><content type='html'>Nowadays I tend to speak incomplete sentences. Which kindda irritate my colleagues. I dun feel like explaining too much sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to the girls, it is pretty easy, u noe. They just noe wat u toking abt, who u referring to. E.g Mami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convo we had @ simpang. At that time, they were showing snipets of Anugerah. I had a fave: Roslan.&lt;br /&gt;So while I was raving about him, went&lt;em&gt; goo-goo-gaa-gaa,&lt;/em&gt; Mami said this, " I'm sure he doesn't smell." Heh heh. I noe most of you wun have a clue whom I was talking abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have this crush on this guy at a past workplace who is not bad looking, tall, dark &amp; appealing lah eh. But he tends to leave his (&lt;em&gt;busuk&lt;/em&gt;) smell all over the place. Which could also be a good thing esp when we wanted to look for him urgently. &lt;em&gt;kwa kwa kwa&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was just sharing this because......... I am watching Augerah now.&lt;br /&gt;And no, I didn't vote this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am still a closet fan of  tauuuuu--piikkkk...! abaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnngg~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-7506670955141280835?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7506670955141280835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=7506670955141280835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7506670955141280835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7506670955141280835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/07/friends-know-best.html' title='Friends know Best'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-8200093879219284301</id><published>2007-07-19T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:12:28.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slogging my life away</title><content type='html'>Next week is the start of our 5-days work week. Good news? Yes,more off days.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news? No more OT pay. Fixed allowance AND unfairly distributed job scope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My workplace received a feedback yesterday and it was brought to my manager's attention. From what I read in the email, I thought that we are unfairly accused. Read her reply. Even worse. I dun sense any defence on our part. It hurts a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Hate these creeps.  I still dun understand why I am still sticking to that place. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The craves I have ryte now&lt;/strong&gt;: Ikan Pari. Sotong Oat. Kai-lan. Chilli crab.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-8200093879219284301?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8200093879219284301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=8200093879219284301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8200093879219284301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8200093879219284301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/07/slogging-my-life-away.html' title='Slogging my life away'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-3213819366219101770</id><published>2007-07-18T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:06:32.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doo-dee-damm</title><content type='html'>I simply can't wait for my Auggie Trips. I am getting irritated with work. Colleagues has been great, as always except for certain people, of cos. Some people other than my faves colleagues are getting on my nerves. They dun even have to do anything to irk me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so much injustice in my work. But who to turn to?! When I complained to THE ONE, he shot me back with some unkind words! So i decided that he is not the best person to complain to &amp; I always thought he SHOULD be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I have the CBT girlies who are almost becoming my species. Thank God for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever lah eh. Nak cakap susah. Tak cakap susah. So buat bodoh sudah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I noe it's hard to remember certain promises, as usual. &lt;br /&gt;It's weird to remind &amp; said every now and then. Looking &amp;amp; feeling total desperado I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But where's my Chilli Crab eh????????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm kekadang kan ,rasanya, makan sendiri pon baik eh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-3213819366219101770?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3213819366219101770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=3213819366219101770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/3213819366219101770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/3213819366219101770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/07/doo-dee-damm.html' title='doo-dee-damm'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-5681093990228661665</id><published>2007-07-16T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T10:30:54.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>such a coincidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;"best"&lt;/em&gt; thing that could happen to you within a day,was to have your fiance's ex-es sitting in front &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; behind both of you during lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cool neh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now something's bugging me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-5681093990228661665?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5681093990228661665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=5681093990228661665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5681093990228661665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5681093990228661665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/07/such-coincidence.html' title='such a coincidence'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-2258322194990968809</id><published>2007-07-13T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:16:44.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend is here. YIppeee!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My last entry was just to vent my anger. Very angry that blood almost oozed out of my ears &amp;b nose. But then again, waddahell, I am not going to let a freako spoil all wonderful mood of mine. No lar, not because of the bonus. Cheh! That one pea-nut only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From my previous entry, I have said before I lurve dentist. And I am going to lurve it even moreee.. With that charming dentist that YX kept gushing bout. hurhur So detailed, so caring so pastor-ish. He was explaining to me about something when he ended it all with this " At the end of the day, it's not about what people think. It's about what you think. Wah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very Inspiring I like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I felt like coming back to the Dentist every month. Hurhur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, people, enjoy your ser-weet weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-2258322194990968809?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2258322194990968809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=2258322194990968809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2258322194990968809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2258322194990968809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekend-is-here-yippeee.html' title='weekend is here. YIppeee!!!!'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-699580865644888369</id><published>2007-07-11T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:49:54.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a love-hate letter</title><content type='html'>To the one &amp; only asshole..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel that it is time to wake up from your deep sleep already? It has been 20 years and you are still a moron. You are always blaming other people for your fate. You think that all the people in this world owed you a life.&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, they don't. You are a brainless idiot who doesn't, why people do the way they do. If they love to compare you with other people, why did you take those words personally?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People told me not to shoot my mouth off. But the sight of you makes me angry everytime. Where is your responsibility as a husband, a father, a brother &amp; a son? Do you think that by beating people up, that is doing your responsibility. Like hello, that's not the way to earn respect. At least my respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that you parents love you very much. Too much that they let you do/did the things you want to do. They are afraid to hurt you because they do not want to lose you. But all you did in this life is to hurt them. Time and time again, you sacrifice their integrity &amp; pride. But they still stood by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years, you hurt your wife. And ignoring those 2 children of yours like they don't matter. But they still stood by you. Don't you find it endearing when the 2 children that you often pushed away, still acknowledge you as "Papa"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while, I was only allowed to watch from the sideline. I was barred from saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 years... I certainly prayed for the only thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you will fall. Fall hard enuff for you to realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when that happens, let's hope that it will not be too late for you to repent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-699580865644888369?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/699580865644888369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=699580865644888369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/699580865644888369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/699580865644888369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-hate-letter.html' title='a love-hate letter'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-6917172973912814300</id><published>2007-07-06T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T08:57:41.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink-ey! Pink-ey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084050378014735202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/Ro4s4eHCO2I/AAAAAAAAABw/OlpOlzkXtyU/s200/pinkpspimagein7_1156164939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yiiippeee!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tankayu, Cayang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-6917172973912814300?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6917172973912814300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=6917172973912814300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6917172973912814300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6917172973912814300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/07/pink-ey-pink-ey.html' title='Pink-ey! Pink-ey!'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5YFiITzAhU/Ro4s4eHCO2I/AAAAAAAAABw/OlpOlzkXtyU/s72-c/pinkpspimagein7_1156164939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-5779421962280386195</id><published>2007-06-23T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T11:29:42.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>definitely love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The advantage of having a transport is that you can get to one place to another fast without wasting any time. But it can be boring at times because you always get to hug the person but not the other way round. And you dun get to talk details with the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we dated without a bike. (And this will continues as long as the bike is still in servicing.) It was a very tiring, i tell you but enjoyable moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We talked..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And talked..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And talked..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And because we talked so much, I think some of the mats who just came back from work was pissed with our chatterings. Unbelieveable huh? Rizal's TALKING??!! hehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have no idea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My man can be super becok okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we were bored, we showed each other's our kental side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Showing each other our &lt;del&gt;dance&lt;/del&gt; duck moves. Waaaahh very sexy.. hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And walking to the main road in Pasir Ris from Loyang Point was no joke. So scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even Rizal had his scary moment in the Loyang Point's toi-toi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And me.. Someone purposely tried to scare me. IDIOT!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever it is, I hope these fun filled experiences will last a lifetime. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-5779421962280386195?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5779421962280386195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=5779421962280386195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5779421962280386195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5779421962280386195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/06/definitely-love.html' title='definitely love.'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-6293255761860077469</id><published>2007-06-22T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T10:54:58.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired plus panic equals to grumpy nunu</title><content type='html'>These 3 days have been tiring. To and fro from the hospital. Bee was involved in an accident. And to tell you the truth, I don't really like the hospital he is in. The way they serve you is like you are a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;The malay nurse wanted to help my Bee to change &amp; so I asked (&lt;em&gt;out of courtesy, ok&lt;/em&gt;) whether I can be inside since she has pulled the curtain. And she said &lt;em&gt;sooooo nicely&lt;/em&gt;, " if u want." Then she asked whether my Bee could change out of his trousers himself. Count herself (&amp;amp; himself) lucky that he said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, one doctor who attended to my Bee, asked him what happened.&lt;br /&gt;After Bee said he was knocked down by a pick- up lorry, that dumbass could even make this remark," and you still alive???!!"&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;That remark came as a shock. I don't find it funny. Really not funny. How could you even dare to say that.&lt;br /&gt;Have some empathy &amp; be sensitive. That's what I thought doctors are all about. No wonder I loathe polyclinics (&lt;em&gt;though I am able to claim 80% from my workplace&lt;/em&gt;) &amp;amp; certain hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still considering whether I should write in a forum or something. But I am definitely not coming back. And I have advised Bee not to come back there. I don't want to give birth there. None of my family members should even go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, my mum insisted on sending me to SGH during that time of my sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;Or else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I would be able to continue blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger aside, he's coming back home today. I miss him a lot. I noe it's crazy since I have been visting him everyday. I love him.. Yum Yum.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...What can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very narrow minded lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-6293255761860077469?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6293255761860077469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=6293255761860077469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6293255761860077469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/6293255761860077469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/06/tired-plus-panic-equals-to-grumpy-nunu.html' title='tired plus panic equals to grumpy nunu'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-71030293770962394</id><published>2007-06-18T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T15:06:24.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the bottom of my heart, I truly love you.</title><content type='html'>I didn't walked away and faced the truth. My heart told me to trust.&lt;br /&gt;This may be one of my challenges that I have to go thru.&lt;br /&gt;And I will face it for God never fails to give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should the heart fails one day, please forgive me.&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;Too much sadness &amp; disappointment for days. Cannot angkatz ler..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i need my C.T.B. Tmrw on hor.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-71030293770962394?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/71030293770962394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=71030293770962394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/71030293770962394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/71030293770962394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/06/from-bottom-of-my-heart-i-truly-love.html' title='From the bottom of my heart, I truly love you.'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-5031445815195978463</id><published>2007-06-17T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T11:04:55.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He taught me that respect should be earn. He taught me that whatever people did to you, you don't have to seek revenge. He taught me the verse," it's better be late than never".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was my sole opponent in debating social &amp; politic issues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was a period of time, I hated him. For whatever he did.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now I grew up, I finally understood what he went thru. I was blinded by his mischievious ways &amp; refused to look at reality. He's a changed man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nonetheless whatever he did, nothing can deny how much he loves his children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last time he fetched he told me things that I could sense came from the bottom of his heart. Some things that I never knew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On this special day, i would declare my heartfelt thanks &amp; love to the one who never stops pampering me from young till now. Despite people calling you names or insulting you in whatever they could, which you can even smile thru it.*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy, You are the greatest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love You, Ayah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-5031445815195978463?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5031445815195978463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=5031445815195978463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5031445815195978463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5031445815195978463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/06/daddys-day.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Day'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-8277348263859828187</id><published>2007-06-16T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T10:29:09.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Trust &amp; Faith</title><content type='html'>If you are able to choose between love, trust &amp; faith, which would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to choose, I may lose one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I know my faith but who's my trust? Who's my love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am torn. My heart hurts very much. I am confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Faith, who gave me my love &amp;amp; trust. My Faith, who I believe will always save the best for last. My Faith, who has been giving the strength to overcome anything &amp;amp; everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that My faith will never fail me.&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;For now, I will just choose to walk away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-8277348263859828187?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8277348263859828187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=8277348263859828187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8277348263859828187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/8277348263859828187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-you-are-able-to-choose-between-love.html' title='Love, Trust &amp; Faith'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-758355885033945007</id><published>2007-06-13T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:00:21.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Talk Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am procrasinating nowadays. Been having tension on my neck. It is super painful, I tell you. Once, my head almost burst. I had to pop 2 strong panadols to curb the terrible headache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am okay now, I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, talking about procrasinating, I am feeling extremely lazy these days. Refusing to reply to emails immediately.  Until a close colleague from other libraries called &amp; (I was there to pick up her call finally) said," Suu-kuun.. Susah nak dapat kau!" Okay sukun is just a nickname this lady gave me. I think she just find Sukun &amp;amp; me are compatible, I guess. And I found out yesterday from my Daddy that Sukun is a food. Pardon for my bad malay.  I really have no idea what's that. But I reckon, the word coming from her couldn't be that bad. And I welcomed it with open arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I am meeting my "Coffee Talk Girls" today. hurhur a nickname I gave to my other 2 buddies of mine. We are gonna book our yoga classes. yipppeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is just one of the ways to avoid thinking of Bee too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;you know what I want ryte, honey!*winks*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait for August. Going to Bintan (again)! yippee.. With my LesboS-Quad. Hurhurhur...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another of my group of my buddies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*yeah*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-758355885033945007?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/758355885033945007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=758355885033945007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/758355885033945007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/758355885033945007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/06/coffee-talk-session.html' title='Coffee Talk Session'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-441161178848024365</id><published>2007-06-10T10:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T11:05:18.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things will get better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This will be my shortetst entry ever. I promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lappy at home is undergoing some physical operation. So it will be on "medical leave" for a week or so. So no lappy means no working email to check at home. Which also means I can rot on my kind-sized bed. hurhur and I did. Me &amp; my sis was almost rot until my mum &amp;amp; aunt came home and asked us to get ready to go out for dinner. We ate at Mak's Place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay larrrr!! Nothing to hoo-haa bout it lah eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way.. Congratulations to Ain for being a qualified driver. And to My sis, Happy Belated Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Counting down to 7th July &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12th July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21st July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoooohoooo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creating a wishlist soon!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-441161178848024365?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/441161178848024365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=441161178848024365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/441161178848024365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/441161178848024365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-will-get-better.html' title='Things will get better'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-4736908836417374869</id><published>2007-06-04T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T19:54:50.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mis-understood</title><content type='html'>I have always been misunderstood. So what's new?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, people ard him comparing me with her. Initially I could just face it. It's hard but well, I just have to understand the situation he was in. But why do these people looked at it just on the surface? Why can't people be more sensitive &amp; understand? I can hold it no more but to breakdown. It wasn't my fault to start with. All I want was someone to love and he was there. Just because he told me the truth after a while, I was supposed to leave him. Was I supposed to love him lesser. All I did was to stood by him. After all these years, I thot my immune system was getting stronger, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People said I am quiet.. Too quiet.. Am I supposed to pretend to be friendly to everybody?! And you the most important person doesn't help to ease the pain. U have been accusing me. And you yourself know what you accused me of. For your info, it really hurts.  I was trying hard to please you &amp; your family. Trying too hard to be nice. It hurts. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you meant the accusations to be a joke, then Ha-Ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eyes rolling*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-4736908836417374869?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/4736908836417374869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=4736908836417374869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/4736908836417374869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/4736908836417374869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/06/mis-understood.html' title='mis-understood'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-902138638401518216</id><published>2007-05-27T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T10:55:10.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A very good friend got engaged yesterday. He prompted me on MSN yesterday. It was quite a surprise actually. When I got to know him 5 years ago, he didn't come across to me as a serious guy who would indulge himself in this marriage thingy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which explains why I am so super-duperly happy for the only one best buddy I could ever clique with.. &lt;em&gt;(Bee, you are forever my No. 1 ok.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waldmann aka Muhammad Farhan aka Muhammad Nur *phew* &amp; Yuyul, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congratulations! May the 2 years be a smooth ride for both of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; by the way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WELCOME TO MY WORLD!! hee hee =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-902138638401518216?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/902138638401518216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=902138638401518216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/902138638401518216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/902138638401518216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/05/very-good-friend-got-engaged-yesterday.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-7424682170267435720</id><published>2007-05-26T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T19:59:51.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*knock* knock*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Harlow!!! Me just ended my Customer Appreciation Day. *phew* I have been suffering terrible headaches due to lack of sleep. And to think with all those stress, my-once-a month thingy have to announce its arrival on the important day itself. And so all thanks to the pink pill, I have the energy to walk. What,s more I am doing full shift today. Hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And one of my colleague who was asked by the manager yesterday " aren't you coming tomorrow?" She decided to show her face at 2 plus just now. And went home 1 hour after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When she came, she was like " Oh yesterday manager asked me so i decided to come and show my face. See my face already .. see my face already. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*YX was like mumbling,"Great! Now you want to show your face only*. I just smiled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats all the reply I can give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But anyway, imagine the chaotic library when all the volunteers and cips came at the same time. And the people who are coordinating this event is just me &amp; YX. And the rest, we were waiting for the generous participation. Until now, NONE! Although my AO &amp;amp; librarian came &amp; help too. But it wasnt enuff. Me &amp;amp; YX have always been in this "shit" together" ever since the anniversary thingy. But this time round, we have no committee. So we depend on each other.. Very much lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just finished clearing the thingy up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left 2 tables &amp;amp; 2 chairs and few stuff before the library closes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tiredness doesn't come from the preparation itself but the coordination of CIP. Ezpecially when they WANT to choose what they WANT to do. At one point of time, I felt so sick, that I feel like screaming to their faces. Then again, I think they could see I am irritated enuff. I think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.. Whatever it is. It is fun. Fun to work with YX (again!). A nice friend. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, if anybody is wondering,&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="center"&gt;YX is a girl. (yup! Confirm one!)&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-7424682170267435720?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7424682170267435720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=7424682170267435720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7424682170267435720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7424682170267435720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/05/knock-knock-harlow-me-just-ended-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-13578340999065692</id><published>2007-05-24T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T18:34:54.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my experience of extreme hunger yesterday. I was super hungry that I cried. It was THAT bad. All because whatever I ate in the morning came out, right after it went in. WASTED. And I had my driving early in the morning before I go to work as I was on afternoon shift. And I forgot to bring my ka-ching. My ez link worked no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so hungry that I pestered my daddy to send me food. And he came after all but he was late., He came an hour after my dinner break. I almost die-ded in my seat in front of my PC. In my terrible ordeal, I was thinking of those people who hardly have food in front of them. ARghhh!! This is all because my financial planning wasn't that good this month (As if it ever was!!).&lt;br /&gt;I had to restrain myself from self indulgence. I am feeling so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for my July pay+ bonus + performance bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am grinning ear to ear. No not because of my bonus.  Because  somebody is getting a 5 month plus bonus lar! Now is the time to list down all the needs &amp; wants. And of course, my wants list is usually long-er. hurhurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-13578340999065692?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/13578340999065692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=13578340999065692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/13578340999065692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/13578340999065692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-had-my-experience-of-extreme-hunger.html' title=''/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-2637448014128948492</id><published>2007-05-19T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T09:37:53.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jog my stress our</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Married life's ain't easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting married is also not easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I am wondering with all that effort, time &amp; of course, money, why wouldn't any appreciate married life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why anyone would rather forgo responsibility &amp;amp; get separated after what they have gone thru at different stages before marriage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why wouldn't anyone  appreciate the person whom he thought would be the best partner to spend with the rest of his life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it just got me thinking, because yesterday I went to book my mak andam &amp; photography. And it just got me thinking after a while. It's not about the $$$$. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have no idea how fussy, me &amp;amp; Bee are. We both have our own plans in mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for the the owner bridal &amp; photographer to explain &amp;amp; for us to let him know what we actually wanted take around 2 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Initially, he refused to take 2 family phot, Mine &amp; His. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bee looked disappointed &amp;amp; almost wanted to take another studio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i am not ready to waste any extra money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I began to explain to the photographer, how important it is to have the family photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The photographer was nice enough to agree after all. Then agian for the 2 whole families to take together was still impossible for our family are big. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Hurhur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup we got what we wanted. And Insyallah it will goes smoothly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am still not finished yet with my preparations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to jog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-2637448014128948492?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2637448014128948492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=2637448014128948492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2637448014128948492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/2637448014128948492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/05/jog-my-stress-our.html' title='Jog my stress our'/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-5792454615088075121</id><published>2007-05-13T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T10:50:46.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My last entry was cut short. Now my manager would have a bad impression of me already. Hmm Who cares lah eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, I had a busy day. Rushing from work, I went to get my Ibu's gift &amp; went to Beach Road to buy food to celebrate pre-Mother's Day with my MIL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a nice evening of non-stop conversations. I got "extra" talkative &amp; eventually made some complaints that I have kept in me for sometimes. HuaHuaHua. Which after that, I could see Bee tring to chase me away from his house. HeeHee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was late in the morning because my Ibu came home late from the sleepover at Cik Yam's house. Tsk. I have to give her the gift, a hug &amp; a kiss before I go to work. That's my usual routine anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are going out with Ibu later. The plan was supposed to be the three of us. But my sis in law will come back from work in the afternoon &amp; knowing these children of hers like to tag along with us. We decided to ask her along so that she could only spend the memorable day with her children. In our point of view, that way she could also help to take care of her children. Hurhur... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sorry hor, males are not allowed. Then again that doesnt mean,  Auntie should tag along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like I said it was supposed to be a MOTHER'S DAY celebration. When my Ibu told us that my Aunt wants to join us, my sis said my disappointment was so obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you peeps must be thinking that I am so eeeviiilll to have the thoughts to chase her away. Like Hello. It's Mother's Day, not AUNTIE DAY!! Sheesshhh!! Think what you want to think of me.By the way we siblings know what 's on her agenda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Ibu told me bout the plan, she warned me not to say or ask my aunt anything.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; How come she knew I am GOING to say something eh?! So either I act nonchalant or I must FORCE myself to be dumb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To all mothers: Happy Mother's Day!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ibu.. Ibu.. Engkaulah ratu hatiku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bila aku berduka, engkau hiburkan selalu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aisey minah~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-5792454615088075121?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5792454615088075121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=5792454615088075121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5792454615088075121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/5792454615088075121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-last-entry-was-cut-short.html' title=''/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19300094.post-7878890355013872001</id><published>2007-05-11T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T10:57:08.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Sigh* Doesn't mean I am terribly guilty, it MUST be associated with GUYS!! What makes anyone think that any other guy would want to go out with an ugly, "who likes to act cute" girl like me? (GOD! I am so putting myself down).&lt;br /&gt;I have a conscience, a very strong one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh my god! While I was typing, my manager suddenly sneezed. All of a sudden, she was behind me. So creepy! I cannot even hear her footstep entering my cubicle.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I better stop now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-C-A-R-Y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19300094-7878890355013872001?l=noty-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7878890355013872001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19300094&amp;postID=7878890355013872001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7878890355013872001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19300094/posts/default/7878890355013872001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noty-angel.blogspot.com/2007/05/sigh-doesnt-mean-i-am-terribly-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>nurul.nunu.notyangel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690073068081827704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
