<?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-33551463</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:25:45.333+08:00</updated><category term='&quot; Just My Luck&quot;'/><title type='text'>The Little Ms Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551463.post-3685506558404136237</id><published>2007-09-23T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T18:22:15.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wee! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been ages since i last blog. Well, I've stopped working at Sentosa and I'm thinking of getting a part-time job. Teehee -_- My school is starting in November 26. Supposed to start that Sept, but i postponed to Nov cause it was rushing. In 10 months, I'll be able to get my Business Management Diploma Cert. Gee! By that time, my baby would be in NS.. Sobs! sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few more minutes to break fast. Im so weaked today... Went to geylang with mummy and sister in the afternoon and the sun was shining so brightly. Adding to that, the smoke coming from the stalls make me feel so sweaty and giddy.! Oh man. I wont go geylang in the day..Its so so HOTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. I really cant wait for school to start. As for now, I'll be hunting for a job near my place. Its convenient and can save on transport money! haha. I cant wait for this coming week. I'm going down to collect my SONY Vaio Pink Laptop which mummy bought for me and my sister the red one. Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can start webcaming with baby soon! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-3685506558404136237?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/3685506558404136237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=3685506558404136237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/3685506558404136237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/3685506558404136237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/09/wee-its-been-ages-since-i-last-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-8412600257713148331</id><published>2007-08-12T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:15:58.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RIght now I'm truly overjoy! School gonna start real soon &amp; im back to my books. Yeahness! Love my dad to bits as he's approved me to further my studies.  I cant wait for september! Its my school start and my long-awaited TP. Then again, its teachers day. Time to reunite with my school friends and my bestie, Aloya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPL!&lt;br /&gt;yea, its the english premier league. Im not sure if its the 1st or the 2nd match coz im really not into soccer. Whoosh! Its just a boring game! (ooopss!) I just need retail therapy to lessen my stress. Hahaha... And more sleep to dream of my baby! (= But the EPL held at siloso is abit weird tho. Those guys came just to participate in the soccer match held by power98fm. When the real match were screened on the big screen, the whole area was so bare. Everyone left before 7! Hahah. Farid &amp; me was speechless. Its so so weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blog hopping and happen to pass-by this blog, owner whose a girl. If I have the opportunity to study overseas, I'll do just that. Or maybe, work overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to make my dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;Independently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not with anybody's help. Be it Family, Aunt or who-ever.&lt;br /&gt;I have to stand on my own feet. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Its been a long time since i attend a party. A birthday party! Maybe when im having my break. Its time to party like a Rock star. Hehehe! Talking bout that reminds me of the ''ping-pong'' song. Wonder whose the composer. Creative sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-8412600257713148331?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/8412600257713148331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=8412600257713148331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/8412600257713148331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/8412600257713148331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/08/right-now-im-truly-overjoy-school-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-2246021092380851165</id><published>2007-08-07T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:42:40.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm having short term memory or something. Maybe due to overworked or tiredness. Heh. I woke up around 6+ getting ready for my driving practical then head to Yio Chu kang Mrt as usual. Waited for 10 mins then i realised its at night, not morning. Sian mann! I could have gotten more sleep. Then called up my baby to meet for breakfast at Causeway Point. HOTCAKES!! Thats the best at Macdonald. Very soft and its nice to eat when its hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, my sister was offered to work at Standard Chartered Bank. I think her future jobs would always be in a bank as experience draws her further in the line. But when you gain more experience, you'll be drawing a higher pay. Oh man, how i envy her! *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was splendid! I went to Snow city, Science Centre, Zoo &amp; Night Safari with my baby! Wooohoo. Thanks to the ASA card man. All free! Then lend the card to Taufik and Azlan. Its worth it! Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so fast &amp;amp; I'm still not changed for my driving later. Frankly, its my first time driving at night and I guess its a new experience though. I must remember to bring my specs! Last week my little sis had to flag a cab down to send my specs. Oh mine, I cant drive without a specs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i MISS My dad and mum alot. Its been a few days already they're not home and still in Brunei. Arghhh. I hope when they returned, they've gotten the lists of things I wanted. Im so not used to it going home without my Dad switching off my room light for me. SIgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my STM will be cured one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-2246021092380851165?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/2246021092380851165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=2246021092380851165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/2246021092380851165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/2246021092380851165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-im-having-short-term-memory-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-6959197118211911446</id><published>2007-08-02T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:35:27.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had such a beautiful day with my baby yesterday. hes nothing but a sweet-honey ~whoosh!&lt;br /&gt;thanks friends for the greetings in person, sms-es or friendster testimonial. Well, atleast u guys remembered! thats what friends are for! kekeke.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess im gonna miss my parents alot. There're flying off this saturday to visit my ill uncle. Terribly ill. Thats the cause for passive smokers. Sigh! The doctor had to make a hole at his neck for him to breathe normally. One week man im gonna miss my Parents. If only i'm not working, i can join them. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for school to start. Thats when life starts and i'm back to the 'izzah'! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;ANyway, u guys shud catch the simpsons. Its damn funny especially the part where... ''to be continued...'' Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-6959197118211911446?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/6959197118211911446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=6959197118211911446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/6959197118211911446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/6959197118211911446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/08/yeah-had-such-beautiful-day-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-1131531976939016928</id><published>2007-07-30T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:44:18.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning 19 this wed. Its so fast &amp; i felt im still young!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! I Love taking sequential shoots with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-1131531976939016928?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/1131531976939016928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=1131531976939016928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/1131531976939016928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/1131531976939016928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/07/yeaa-im-turning-19-this-wed.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-3603885615263285895</id><published>2007-07-24T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T17:57:07.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just having my lunch right now. Indeed a late lunch. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life has been so dim this few days.&lt;br /&gt;Fought with my baby and everything doesnt seems pleasant at all.&lt;br /&gt;Can cupid patch us back? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my parents say that we're going to Brunei in December.&lt;br /&gt;Hurray! I miss my grandma alot &amp; miss 'blutak'(My fav dish.)&lt;br /&gt;Then again, i'll miss my baby again. Coz i'll be away for maybe a week or more.&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="507" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/16052006186.jpg" width="444" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 353px" height="687" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/11012007693.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 406px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="470" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/20032006134.jpg" width="604" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-3603885615263285895?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/3603885615263285895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=3603885615263285895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/3603885615263285895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/3603885615263285895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-having-my-lunch-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-1090989554593360523</id><published>2007-07-23T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T14:12:54.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sianxxxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fought with my boy. God knows how terrible it feels.&lt;br /&gt;At work, my mind was wondering away thinking why it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then wednesday my elder sis gonna enquire bout my sch at MDIS. Wooohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Glad tt maybe its time to go back to sch. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-1090989554593360523?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/1090989554593360523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=1090989554593360523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/1090989554593360523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/1090989554593360523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/07/sianxxxx.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-4726823463621679704</id><published>2007-07-14T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T15:34:54.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've nt been updating for so long. and i didnt know it was so popular until somebody tag asking me to update a rant up here. None other then, SHAN. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now in Hub3 @ Siloso. Having my break and I'm so dead tired right now. I managed to clean up Hub1 storeroom and doing the write-offs. Easier for stockcount! ;p TOday working with Chloe. For the first time during my 7 months working here! Then Adeline is @ Quatermaster. Siannxxxx! hahaha, kidding!&lt;br /&gt;As always, she'll beep my phone asking where am i.. and blah blah blah. Can hear her laugh until ur ears can go deaf! ooooops. (Early morning somemore...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now while typing, my parents are onboard the Imperial Cruise. The one I and my baby went for our anniversary!! Yeah...my parents went to celebrate their Anniversary. My little sis wanted to join along, but she'll just disturb my parents quality time together. HAHAHA! In the end, shes just rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Harry Potter yesterday. ZZZZzzzzZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt as good as the previous 2 edition.&lt;br /&gt;Totally a bore! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-4726823463621679704?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/4726823463621679704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=4726823463621679704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/4726823463621679704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/4726823463621679704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/07/hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-4807143281253128457</id><published>2007-06-25T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:53:03.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just reached home. went to try the DHL balloon for the 2nd time with my family. hehehe... its so high and this time its abit scary coz the wind is blowing so strongly. feels like one of the ropes gonna snap! there u go.. TOUCHWOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is sales everywhere @ bugis. pay day,pay day!! hehehe. i'm so addicted with Qiji laksa. so power leh.. everytime if i drop by bugis, i'll make it a point to visit tt shop. while typing now,i can imagine the taste of it. haha, remember..i'm a big eater. (but my eating portion doesnt balance with my weight!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee.&lt;br /&gt;enuff of tt shopping,eating and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;time for real business...SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;im so shagged. keep bumping with my friends while working @ sentosa. hahah. such a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-4807143281253128457?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/4807143281253128457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=4807143281253128457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/4807143281253128457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/4807143281253128457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-3535985357650778200</id><published>2007-06-23T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:20:44.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the greatest dream of all. I dreamt we were in a faraway island having our privacy time by ourselves. Being Served with wonderful  people and spoken in a language that we unheard off. The winds blowing our cheeks and schools of birds flying through the air relieves all our pressures. Sipping down coconut juice and tanning under the sun is so perfect and having Yatch strolling by the sea, makes the best ambience ever! Just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a dream. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad sentosa accepted me as their family. For this few weeks, I'm trying to master the stocks ordering. Its hard to multi-tasks, but I'm trying my best. Stock take is coming and I am involve in Quartermaster store. Hahaa! Die, Die ...Die! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I got the ASA card and baby, i got so many things to think off. Sch, work as well as my baby. I need to organise things well yeah. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers, do tag ya if u happen to hop on my blog. Esp, my friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be getting my pay sooon! Oh my god. That calls for a midnight shopping on this singapore sale!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-3535985357650778200?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/3535985357650778200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=3535985357650778200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/3535985357650778200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/3535985357650778200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/06/wee-ive-got-greatest-dream-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-841728023281959439</id><published>2007-06-17T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T14:55:52.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>believe it or not. I extended my TP date to sept. Originally it was July. Sad!&lt;br /&gt;I just need to be more familiarised with the car before i can really go for the practical, so it wont be a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life is the same. :X I'm still the usual me but slight changes like i am now more attached with my baby, then my friends. I'm neglecting Lia, Syidda and Huei Nee. We do want to make meet ups, but time doesnt allow us to. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, i'm still hunting for the best private sch. I want a recognised and good lecturers. BUSINESS would be my ideal choise. 2nd perhaps, Retail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having fun @ the beach. Working under an In-charge, which is fun to be? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;I was from Merlion then shifted down to Palawan Beach. Then right now, moving forward to Siloso Beach. How great can life be! Tho' it takes hours to reach Sentosa from my house. Gee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah, gotta go! I need to cycle down to Palawan instantly after this. (My lunch time lehh..)&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for this Friday outing with the Beach GIrls and 2 Mens!hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-841728023281959439?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/841728023281959439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=841728023281959439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/841728023281959439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/841728023281959439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/06/believe-it-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-3949401218511186672</id><published>2007-05-26T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T01:53:30.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, im back to blogging again after leaving it stagnant for so long.&lt;br /&gt;It feels that my blog is dead for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i'm feeling kinda busted at work.&lt;br /&gt;Beaches girls are perfectly allright. I am able to co-operate with them and i have given my fullest strength to have the bonding as well smooth operations in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, its hard to please one particular person. I dont think theres a need to emphasise much on that as everyone know, blogging may lead to several consequences. Hahahah :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as i can recall, We had this mini Gathering of Merlion and IOS staffs at Lau Pa Sat till prolly midnight. Followed by Adeline's birthday celebration at White Dog Cafe at Vivo last Thurs which falls on 18 May. Everyone reunited once again after a sudden separation to different outlets in the island. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;This pix might be able to explain all : OUR HAPPINESS as one big family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="346" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/adelinekitty.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="178" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/bigfamily.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 218px" height="235" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/tabledinner.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then retail organised a field trip to National Museum and I'm so happy to be in Kenji's Team which everyone of us really participate in every tasks that were told to do. It was fun tho' and there's a bond between all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Let me highlight it again, BONDING with friends is really important. First thing, you must know how to treasure ur friendship and try to mould it into a lasting one. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a break from everything and just 2 days ago, I came back from a holiday trip from somewhere nearby the region. Not like how i used to travel to different countries, maybe now just a short break. Precisely i need to come back to work.. Hahaha. I cant be taking such a long leave.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the pix: MALACCA&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much/ Visits to museums-shopping-eating-&lt;br /&gt;Actually our aim of going there was to visit my sister boyfriend whose working there as a rugby teacher in one of the college there. I cant imagine how lonely he felt when his parents are living in Figi. Its really sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="433" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/Image061.jpg" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 342px" height="443" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/Image054.jpg" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 399px" height="509" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/Image020.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="323" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/Image018.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="424" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/Image003.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! This is the bird that I will want to take care of. (LOVEBIRDS.)&lt;br /&gt;Very small bird with beautiful feathers. but damn EX lorrr..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-3949401218511186672?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/3949401218511186672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=3949401218511186672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/3949401218511186672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/3949401218511186672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-im-back-to-blogging-again-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-2111819677181421735</id><published>2007-05-11T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T17:25:46.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am at work now. Having my 1 hr lunch break. So decided to check my email as well as updating my blog which is so stagnant. I've been so happy recently cause my baby is very very sweet. Uh huh! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay lah, thats all i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to drive a car to work.&lt;br /&gt;Gee! (:&lt;br /&gt;*Leaps with joy!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-2111819677181421735?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/2111819677181421735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=2111819677181421735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/2111819677181421735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/2111819677181421735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-am-at-work-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-1633208695683352687</id><published>2007-04-29T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T02:34:25.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more and more safari friends joining sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;WElCOME! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats happening?? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its retribution or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 10 years down the road, i'll still be working with the same colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;everyone asked me the same question, " Izzah, how come alot of safari plp came the moment u join?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohohoh. Beats me man. I really got no idea. My life is being watched i guess. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Quite shock tho. After one, the other. And all are my FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, humans are just unpredictable. And i am weird. I can read people's mind very fast just by interacting with them for a few seconds. Instantly i will know what characters they possess and what are they thinking. Naturally, people tend to disagree with me but after a long while, gotten bitten then they will realised what i said was true. By then, its too late and lucky for me, i dont lose anything.&lt;br /&gt;Its too late to say anything cause some people are just great pretenders and cause they want something in return ( what we call bootlickers), they have to pretend to like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet, readers will be very blur to read my rant today. But for those who knows my life well, will know. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story bout tht. Anw, i had to work at Hut 7 yesterday. Feeling so miserably boring. No words can describe the boredom i felt in the hut. I tried to make myself busy or calling palawan to give me SKU to tag or whatsoever, there's nothing i can do.&lt;br /&gt;I did housekeeping but it cant take me 9 hrs to do that for the whole day. and the worst thing,&lt;br /&gt;I need a stool to close the hut. I cant reach the shutters.&lt;br /&gt;Now i felt SHORT for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;I understand how my friends felt when the stool was taken away. Mainly, its hard to do closing and we need to do something in the hut.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we shud ask oscar for stocks to be tagged. It beats nothing then staring at the waves.&lt;br /&gt;Atleast we feel occupied. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;my tummy is so bloated now. maybe 3 months old! hahah. (You all should know what i meant by 3 months!)&lt;br /&gt;Yea, girls are lame but cant be any lamer then Faizal who started to compare everybody's tummy to see whose bigger.&lt;br /&gt;Ex-Merlion and IOS staffs had a reunion dinner today. Thats where the bond are guys! It was so happening and i tell you, our group stands out at Lau Pa Sat. The most noisiest and every stall wants to give us their menu. They can generate alot of income from 13 people. Our satay is also bout 50 bucks = 100 sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard some of my friends are quitting to get a full-time job and with better pay. Oh mann.&lt;br /&gt;Let's not okay! We must keep the friendship ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;all of us better be free this wednesday to go to cashstudio.&lt;br /&gt;lets sing!!&lt;br /&gt;time to parteyyy. Hahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-1633208695683352687?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/1633208695683352687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=1633208695683352687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/1633208695683352687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/1633208695683352687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/04/sigh-more-and-more-safari-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-5545715458789457999</id><published>2007-04-28T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:04:19.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Newton Circus serves the best seafood besides Lau Pa Sat. But Lau pa sat is much more special cause its by the road side. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so bloated right now. I reckon i will neglect lau pa sat soon and focus on newton circus. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: 6 Dishes for dinner is a lot..LOT! Just for 2 person? Omg. Baby is asking me to eat more. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-5545715458789457999?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/5545715458789457999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=5545715458789457999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/5545715458789457999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/5545715458789457999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/04/newton-circus-serves-best-seafood.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-1701003613402576491</id><published>2007-04-27T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:20:35.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so sad. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;I'm working hut 7 tmr. Actually my first time working there. I have to think what i should do there. Maybe count the number of ants walking in my hut or....Wipe every items till it shine.&lt;br /&gt;I have to think positively. Increase the sales, like what they say.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, i wonder how. Maybe try to make the shop appealing. Hahaha! GOsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway, Merlion really is united. We make a conference call right after we ended work and it was so noisy on the phone. Can sense that everyone is so happy on the phone. Missing each other i guess! Hahah. Daisy were sometimes MIA in the conversation cause she was so focused on The American Idol. And as usual....Asmond is the only guy chatting thru. Hahah! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Bet majority of Merlion and IOS staffs is looking forward on this day.&lt;br /&gt;LAU PA SAT. Yeaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;Too bad my gf cant join me. She's gg clubbing and she finds herself out of place if we go lau pa sat. AIyo Adiel!!!~~~ Join us will ya ??? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-1701003613402576491?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/1701003613402576491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=1701003613402576491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/1701003613402576491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/1701003613402576491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-52157427883311731</id><published>2007-04-26T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T00:18:20.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry hashim.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt; sorry hashim.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sorry hashim.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt; sorry hashim.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sorry hashim.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. i made shan into trouble. wild hogs is u guys outing! oops. i didnt realised that.&lt;br /&gt;maybe he can watch again. dun worry! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, wild hogs is a gr8 movie! hahah. i got to watch first. boo ;p&lt;br /&gt;(just kidding)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-52157427883311731?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/52157427883311731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=52157427883311731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/52157427883311731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/52157427883311731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/04/sorry-hashim.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-8925556036061074020</id><published>2007-04-25T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T02:19:15.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gee.&lt;br /&gt;catch wild hogs with baby today. harley davidson bike is so damn cool! and the show is so funny. hahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;went sentosa-ing with him today and we were just playing with the sand and cam-whoring. wanted to go to the luge but it rained and we had to head back to vivo. how sad! sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never want to let u go from my arms.&lt;br /&gt;u'll nvr lose me. Bear that in mind ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/D026pw/photo/vsYmu1Gu/3gZ3RA77c7gaF/"&gt;&lt;img title="click to comment" style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 147px" height="232" alt="click to comment" src="http://media.imeem.com/p/3gZ3RA77c7gaF.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/D026pw/photo/vsYmu1Gu/qxA_v_SGVjrEi/"&gt;&lt;img title="click to comment" style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 183px" height="365" alt="click to comment" src="http://media.imeem.com/p/qxA_v_SGVjrEi.jpg" width="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/D026pw/photo/vsYmu1Gu/meEv8hR3V8RAo/"&gt;&lt;img title="click to comment" style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="353" alt="click to comment" src="http://media.imeem.com/p/meEv8hR3V8RAo.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/D026pw/photo/vsYmu1Gu/qiCcmN7qA8QPx/"&gt;&lt;img title="click to comment" style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="287" alt="click to comment" src="http://media.imeem.com/p/qiCcmN7qA8QPx.jpg" width="418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets keep it going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-8925556036061074020?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/8925556036061074020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=8925556036061074020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/8925556036061074020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/8925556036061074020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/04/gee.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-7647360469823826103</id><published>2007-04-24T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T03:07:43.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe i should consider Shan to be my secretary.&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to help me doing my minute reports but i didnt agree to that.&lt;br /&gt;sigh!&lt;br /&gt;took 3 hours plus to complete everything and every figure accurate.&lt;br /&gt;Finally! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let me share something. i made friend with a japanese girl during her school excursion in Sentosa while i was working at Merlion and now we're pen pal. Exciting huh! How lucky I am if its actually a guy instead. hehehe! Exchanging emails and so forth would be something I'll look forward to everyday. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her, Mika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/D026pw/photo/vsYmu1Gu/9DhKMiM0uZ8m1/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache24.sfo1.imeem.com/g/e1f55c7aa6b55cb0d2db5ff2d61f3837.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight World.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-7647360469823826103?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/7647360469823826103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=7647360469823826103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/7647360469823826103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/7647360469823826103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/04/maybe-i-should-consider-shan-to-be-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-3065523057800054126</id><published>2007-04-17T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T16:28:53.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm sure alot of people have seen my face on TV for the anugerah thingy. Its so lame lor. One Second of fame!! hahahah.!!! WHy me?!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;And.. the worst part, alot of people ask me whether its really me. Starting from the first time they advertised the ads, I've got sms-es coming in confirming whether its really me! haha. Almost everywhere I go. At work, got this uncle also recognised its me! Can someone erase that ads!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've not been updating my blog for 2 weeks plus i guess. Basically I am *enjoying* myself at work. Trying to adapt to changes lately. Been located to work at beach and under a different incharge and making new friends again. Hahaha! I would miss working at Merlion especially working with people like Adeline, Asmond, Daisy, Song, Adiel, Jambari, Ernest and most importantly with KEVIN. He's the best supervisor there. He taught me well and he was the one giving me those supports for all the while I'm at Merlion. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for now. I still have to complete the minutes report and in the evening I'm going to Tampines Mall with Shan. Heheheh! Thanks guys for tagging niwae ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-3065523057800054126?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/3065523057800054126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=3065523057800054126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/3065523057800054126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/3065523057800054126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-im-sure-alot-of-people-have-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551463.post-7069501214035105505</id><published>2007-04-03T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T12:24:45.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can anybody tell me when humans will stop being biased or favouritism?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My Saturday off day is being wasted for queing up 9 hours in the hot sun and heavy rain. Thought atleast I can go through the first round of Anugerah because those with squeeky voice got a chance to build themselves higher in the next round. The weird part, there are 3 judges. But i believed, Rahimah Rahim make the final decision. I am very shocked by this particular singer which I think the whole competition is judge by unproffessional judges. Either : (1)They are scouting for new talents to ask them to enrol in their Vocal Classes. (2)They get through by insider - Which totally means Unproffesional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If your've got talent, why do you need the help of an insider to make sure you appear in the TV. During the competition, the host even announced that a particular veteran niece would be competing as well. Oh mann. Malays in Singapore won't go far if they work things this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think I'm retarded lor. Usually I won't be part of the queue cause I know its a waste. But somehow I thought I'd like to change my perception and I was really hoping I could get through. I'm not sad because those who were there who recognised me were utterly shocked too. My secondary friends as well as Fauzie Laily who have heard me sung before was in sheer disbelieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyway, applaused for those TALENTED people who made it through. I really mean for those who have talents ya. Not that particular girl which I totally disagree that she made it through. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Again my off day today!! Yipppee. Finally I get to lie on my bed for as long as I like and straightening out my legs. Hehehhe.. Frankly, I loved being in Merlion. Not because the Merlion statue made my day but its the working colleagues there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Somehow I find everyone in Sentosa is a very fun people to work with. Well all this comes with 99 different reasons to make me say this!! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-7069501214035105505?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/7069501214035105505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=7069501214035105505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/7069501214035105505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/7069501214035105505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/04/can-anybody-tell-me-when-humans-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-5627188802831445723</id><published>2007-03-28T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T12:13:58.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Again if you guys notice, only when I'm on off, I will rant here. Basically I'm too shagged to rant after work and there's nothing much to update. Yesterday was the second outing we had with Ying Rong, Faizal, Ernest, Yan Pei and a new guy Ridwan. We watch The Messengers. Well, it is a scary movie. But i like the baby. So white and cute! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my hours is counted. I need to brush up my vocals for this Saturday as well as to register my TP. My little sis spoil OUR day. Hahaha! She's gonna join me and Shan in the evening. Oh mine! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-5627188802831445723?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/5627188802831445723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=5627188802831445723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/5627188802831445723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/5627188802831445723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/03/again-if-you-guys-notice-only-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-6130022528922380240</id><published>2007-03-23T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T01:18:49.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After pouring out my thoughts with my elder sister, she gave me two choices to follow. Either i join Retail Academy or Singapore Institute Of Retail Studies. I prefer the second choice cause if i were to do well, I will be able to join SIM which I can advance my education further in the line. Well, I can't make the wrong move cause its my future! Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm on off which I had spend my morning hours sleeping. Later in the afternoon, initiated to watch Mr Beans On Holiday. Thumbs up mannn!  They hardly converse in English and the show is worth watching for. I spend my whole time laughing my heads off. Hehehe ^_^&lt;br /&gt;At Paragon had this Fashion Studio for Jean Paul Galtier. I managed to get a close look at the models and they are so gorgeous with those cat-eye make up. Basically they are pretty and anything they wear will make them look extra gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing. I love pink dolphins. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Baby for the pink dolphin plussie.&lt;br /&gt;Arhhh.. So cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-6130022528922380240?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/6130022528922380240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=6130022528922380240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/6130022528922380240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/6130022528922380240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/03/after-pouring-out-my-thoughts-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-5566312547235514567</id><published>2007-03-21T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T01:51:12.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woarrr. goodness gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today working is very fun. Merlion Retail staffs very co-operative! haha. love you guys to bits. Anyway, after work, it was a last minute decision whereby some of us planned to catch a movie. So, it was me, Adeline, Ying Rong, Song, Faizal and Ernest went to watch  Stomp The Yard at Vivo. Woarrh. I love the combination of dance steps and especially the ''green'' girl. Had so much fun with them and everyone had to  either ran for the last train which i and Ernest did. More outings ya retailers! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, goodnight world. (: Its so late. ~.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-5566312547235514567?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/5566312547235514567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=5566312547235514567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/5566312547235514567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/5566312547235514567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/03/woarrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-6589222295433903047</id><published>2007-03-16T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T00:36:18.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. i'm so excited for tomorrow D&amp;D at Cafe Delma at Sentosa. Basically, all my friends including me will be all dressed up in Arabian costumes. I'm sure Lea and Faizal will look damn gorgeous and handsome cause their costume is very very cool. i'm in the committee, which i just realised cause i just checked my email. thanks to faizal for helping me out with the website which i've been lookingg. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing, my baby has just gotten himself a vespa.&lt;br /&gt;my wish was to get a bike licence at first and ride a vespa but it was all crashed into pieces coz my dad didnt allow me too. yet.. my wish did came true!&lt;br /&gt;He bought it. A Lime Green Vespa (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="494" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/vespa.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so pretty. Damn Gorgeous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-6589222295433903047?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/6589222295433903047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=6589222295433903047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/6589222295433903047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/6589222295433903047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/03/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-562811407535959447</id><published>2007-03-06T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:24:31.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, while bitching around with your girlfriend, we do ask silly questions just to spice our day and laugh at our silly answers. Just recently, I was talking to a friend on the phone then I came up with this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzah: What makes you attracted to a guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, super hot bods would definitely make their eyes rolling. Especially working at Sentosa, yeahh, those posers with super abs is so cool. But its a cross for me. Either they're a playboy and never serious in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;As for some, its a bonus if they ride a bike and smokes. Omggg. That is so lame. How lame can those girls be. Don't you know that there is no cure for cancer! Hahahah ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a while for my friend to answer the question but it was really different from mine. As in for me, Looks really doesn't matter. A guy with brain would definitely be in my top ten lists and its a bonus if he is gentleman enough and holds a look of Brad Pitt. I would be pretty glad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I attended my Friend's wedding. The Newly-Wed couples look so compatible with each other and from the look, I can see he's a nice guy. Somehow the wedding reunites all my secondary school friend's together. Partly, we were busy with work and school. Everyone has changed to a better adult and no longer the playful kids in school. I just realised that being 19, we are stepping into a different world. Really different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaki now owns a scrambler and Iman a Honda Wave. It was their wish came true I guess. WHERE IS MY CAR??????????? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Im so delighted with my Dad kindness. Didn't I tell you, DAD is the bestest!!!&lt;br /&gt;My dad will be paying for all my practicals!!! Hurray!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope with a car, I am able to have McD breakfast every single day before i go to work with Adeline and Adiel. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-562811407535959447?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/562811407535959447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=562811407535959447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/562811407535959447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/562811407535959447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/03/sometimes-while-bitching-around-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-5748224570383379734</id><published>2007-03-03T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T00:07:07.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>selamat pengantin baru to Nisa! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-5748224570383379734?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/5748224570383379734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=5748224570383379734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/5748224570383379734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/5748224570383379734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/03/selamat-pengantin-baru-to-nisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-2955457032155832834</id><published>2007-03-02T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:05:28.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so sad!!! grrrr. i was 8 mins late for work today! actually i was up super-duper early but it was raining quite heavily today and the bus towards the interchange reached the bustop like 30 mins later and it drove very slowly. The uncle took his own sweeet time to reached and i had to run for the mrt despite the rain and ended up soaking wet in the train. what a morning! god bless me. arhh.&lt;br /&gt;oklah...tot i wasnt gonna be late atleast coz 920 i was waiting for the express and it only reached abt 930. so...i ran again to qucikly punched my card and in the end me and Jambari was late for 8 mins. so sadddddd ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was so funn!! eventhough i was working like fullshift today, that is 10 hours, i still managed to enjoy my night. Met Shan at Vivo then had dinner and it was already too late. As he is gonna met up with his safari friends and then overniting at sentosa tonight, he has to be at woodlands ard midnight. So, we had to take a cab. At vivo it was jam-packed and we took the NEL, alighted At outram. We were stranded at the Police Cantonment area about half and hour then we got a cab. Only after waited for 5 mins calling up a cab. Why thurs is so hard to get a cab? Is it ladies night or something.....? Then cab all fully-booked. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fun working at Sentosa (: Have great colleagues and yeaa I can see myself working there long-term, hopefully if god plans out for me. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Nighty~ (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-2955457032155832834?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/2955457032155832834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=2955457032155832834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/2955457032155832834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/2955457032155832834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-so-sad-grrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-94133320486855846</id><published>2007-02-28T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:34:53.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've yet to meet Dzariif to lend him my final book for his exam. Shitttt, i cant prolly recall when is his exam date. I think by the time i realised, i hope it wont be too late. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, tmr is my off day.!!!! Im so shagged. Well, where got work not tiring wan. All the same. But tmr I wont be going out. I need a rest at home and time to look after my ''baby''. Been weeks since i change its water and feed it. I just hope it wont go missing like the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so fast and im 19. To me, im no longer young. 19 sehhhh! I want to be sweet 16 again. Now need to think of so many things independently. Studies, work and personal stuffs. Last time, my parents would planned out everything and my next step. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Happy belated birthday to Song! Hope he likes the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world. Need to wake up early tomorrow to go for my medical check-up for work. Sad.. Cannot wake up late ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Baby refers to my beloved turtle! :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-94133320486855846?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/94133320486855846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=94133320486855846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/94133320486855846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/94133320486855846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-yet-to-meet-dzariif-to-lend-him-my_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-7907725333307322494</id><published>2007-02-23T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T02:42:13.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>memories for our one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used to be so happy being single :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 232px" height="536" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/starbucks.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="549" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/weeee.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; HEIGHT: 146px" height="356" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/ring.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 191px" height="459" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/havingfun.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPILY TOGETHER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-7907725333307322494?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/7907725333307322494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=7907725333307322494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/7907725333307322494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/7907725333307322494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/02/memories-for-our-one-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-7027920847022483193</id><published>2007-02-17T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:02:11.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my blog stats counter is always increasing. Wondering why all of a sudden this blog is visited by anonymous people. Hahaha.. And Shan not-so-updated blog also were visited through my links. OOPS! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy New Year to all my chinese friends! All my friends were so excited for their reunion dinner. Only some felt that its not really special. Weird! Hahaha.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While typing on this keyboard, I always eye on the ring slipped on my fingers. Ring with a name engraved! Hehe.. Its so lovely. When I work, just by looking at the ring, it helps to remember hym. Haaha. Hope that person dont blush. Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our One year is really really well-organised! Of coz lah, I planned it tau. I want to make it as special as ever and nice memories. We went for high tea on a cruise at Imperial Cheng Ho. We were the youngest couple there and the rest are all foreigners. Then we had this stopover at Kusu Island which is mainly land of the turtle. Its was a nice place and we just didnt want to go home. We will go again!! Hehehe.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all to know I guess. How can know so much wan... ;p&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight to the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-7027920847022483193?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/7027920847022483193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=7027920847022483193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/7027920847022483193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/7027920847022483193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/02/yo-i-think-my-blog-stats-counter-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-5424794194301785338</id><published>2007-02-15T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T00:23:45.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day is over just 10 mins ago!! Hahaa.. I had lotsa lotsa of fun. Its Valentine's Day come'on. Omg. I dont intend to celebrate it at all actually. Anyway, Its my first time celebrating em coz maybe last time noone make an itinery for me? Hahaha. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fun working today~ Well, As Sentosa is a very romantic place, esp at the beach, I already expected alot of lovebirds there. Bouquet of roses or sunflowers everywhere and nicely dressed couples. Actually at first I really envy them! How I wish I could have gotten an off or maybe go home and dont see those couples having lotsa fun. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While ''slacking'' at the redemption counter, me and Song was very pathetic. You should see what we're doing during the no-guest moments. We just blow the balloons and make the poodle dog or make flowers of it. In the end the whole counter look like an entertainment zone. Hahaha.. We had too many balloons and gave it away to cute little kids. They were so delighted and some ''kiasu'' parents even ask for more! Dah lah muker free, selamber jek. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times did i mentioned Song's name? Well, he is a very ''nice'' guy! He laugh at people silly questions! And even continue laughing while toking to the guest.&lt;br /&gt;It happened when we were crapping then out of nowhere this China Guest appear from the side.&lt;br /&gt;Guest : Can I know where to buy the tickets to climb the Merlion?&lt;br /&gt;I was already giggling at the back while Song attend to the guest. Then he was trying to give the directions but at that point of time too, he was like laughing and trying to remain natural. Omg! So guys, anyone wants to climb the Merlion with us tomorrow?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats enuff bt work. Im such a workaholic and spend so little time with my family and SHAN. Omg! I'd like too but time doesnt allow to. I have to get 2 years working experience in order to join Retail Academy. Okay..okay.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Valentines is sooo fun. At first while in the fitting room changing back to my home clothes, I decided to go to Seah In FoodCentre with Jambari and Song. Then Shan surprised me and he was already infront of the Merlion. Omgggg. He told me that he was working and I really really really believed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making this Valentines a sweet and memorable one (: (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-5424794194301785338?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/5424794194301785338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=5424794194301785338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/5424794194301785338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/5424794194301785338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-is-over-just-10-mins-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-5210092985827405384</id><published>2007-02-13T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:50:07.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I reached home around 7 plus. Feeling so shagged right now. Me and some other staffs from other department attended Tour Of Attraction in Sentosa. I am so attracted to the Sentosa Cove. The condominiums and Bungalows there is so expensive lor. One square feet is about $1500... To be exact, one square feet is actually the size of one tile of ur house. No need to look so far le, I think the toilet cost more then $50,000. (( Forget it~)) Then the cool thing of it right that I find it unique, everyone has a parking lot for their boat. Ohhh la laaa. Cool to the max! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very fun going to the Underwater World and Sentosa 4D Magix. At the Underwater World, me, Johari, Fitri and another chi guy was having loads of fun touching the stingray underwater. Their body is so slimy and one of my friend Sally managed to feet them. ;p How adorable! Tho it was my second time going to the 4D magix, this time we had the first seats. According to my HR, the front seats will have the best view. The main purpose of the ''special specs'' is to have the full screen covered then u can feel the 4D effect! Cool huh. Of coz, the first time going with Shan is even better! ;p hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr working full shift. Chinese New year is just round the corner and Im on duty. Basically, I think its fair cause I dont celebrate them and maybe hari raya I will get off too. Hahaha..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaaa! Tomorrow V-Day. Im not at all excited for it precisely im working till 830. But nevertheless, we're celebrating our One Year on Thursday at.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECRETT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When its over then i will blog! ;p Boooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-5210092985827405384?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/5210092985827405384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=5210092985827405384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/5210092985827405384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/5210092985827405384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-reached-home-around-7-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-3822800940050331433</id><published>2007-02-10T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:42:25.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just enjoy having McBreakfast with Shan at Vivo just before I go off for work. Its so nice starting the day with ur love ones. ;p Those MRT rides from Pasir Ris to HarbourFront is not bored having him accompany. Its so gr8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my results didnt really improved that much. as what i expected, my maths grade only improved by one. D7 is so terrible! Basically I hate maths but love accounting. Weird eyy! I like doing business or accounting thingy, but no to mathematical problems. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already planned out my future. I really really love doing retailing and I have passion for it. Poly having the retail management course but i dun qualify for it. Basically my maths were the caused of it and I got no CCA points. pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;I wasted like 3 yrs doing the sch magazine under IT, and gain nothing from it. Not only me tho, 3 other friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe one day I will carve up my career as a businesswomen or franchising shops outside Singapore. It will come true! Hahaha.. If my Aunty proved that she can do it, I will too! ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-3822800940050331433?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/3822800940050331433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=3822800940050331433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/3822800940050331433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/3822800940050331433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-enjoy-having-mcbreakfast-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-6392741380601266941</id><published>2007-02-01T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T16:35:48.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot; Just My Luck&quot;'/><title type='text'>final theory test</title><content type='html'>Omg im so freaking tired. My body are aching all over. Having goosebumps everywhere. For the past four days been working a total of about 36 hrs. Its tiring but fun tho' especially working with Song who made my day at work. ALways cracking up jokes and laughing at guests silly reactions. The most recent I had experienced a funny reaction came from this Indian Guest who taught I wanted to give a handshake with her. In the end, I grab the cards from her hand and my laughter was so uncontrollable. It was so funny that I just bend down for awhile pretending to get something from below and stop laughing. Haha! They dont understand simple english like " Pass me ur cards mam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In here, I've got alot of funny-funny experiences. They just make me awake from the sleepy moment. When they are no guest, doing redemption would be pretty sleepy and a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my lucky off today and tomorrow. How great.&lt;br /&gt;And.. I brought my lucky charm to SSDC too! Everytime he's there, things would go fine and smooth. I wont get lost and instead of failing, I would pass! And so, Before taking my final test, I had this 15 mins practice first. Imagine, within that 15 mins, I was trying to note alot of important stuffs. So yeaah, I was having cramps doing the questions. I didnt even study for my final as by the time i reach home, it would be too tiring to learn. I manage to do my final smoothly. Alhamdulillah! ;p Thankiew Shan. Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be booking my tp instructor. I want to bring a carrr to sch and bring my girlfriends around singapore. And who knows 3 years later, I can go Malaysia roundings with em too! How great ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-6392741380601266941?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/6392741380601266941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=6392741380601266941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/6392741380601266941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/6392741380601266941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/02/final-theory-test.html' title='final theory test'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116978978575152082</id><published>2007-01-26T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T13:36:25.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay here goes for this week rants.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the end of a weekday. I've been pretty busy working at Sentosa. Well, I was situated at The Merlion. Actually its not much of a difference compared to Night Safari but the shop is bigger and the crowd is more. I made several friends there and working with cool colleagues. To enjoy working, the atmosphere is important i believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I miss Night Safari. Especially my retailers, tumbuakar song and bongorians! haha. They are the bunch of geelahs (adapted from retail blog) who made life so great working there for a year. Not to forget our beloved supervisor, Angeline who always cover up our silly mistakes to the management. Who knows one day I'll join there back but this time as an animal there? oh god! No No. I just happened to remember the Chinese drama I watched talking about reincarnation. Hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now that is all. I hope to know more hippy friends at Sentosa. Retailers from Safari, maybe we can make another gathering to go Sentosa! Its fun ;p&lt;br /&gt;I bet u guys havent ride the Sentosa Express. Whoa~ the Green and purple is the nicest!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116978978575152082?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116978978575152082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116978978575152082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116978978575152082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116978978575152082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-here-goes-for-this-week-rants.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116940242163351890</id><published>2007-01-22T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T02:00:21.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think the world has already turn in. Tomorrow is A Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Monday Blues. Life is so mundane and no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the sun to rise. I'll be in a new environment, making new friends and with a new manager.&lt;br /&gt;I can see the beach everyday and have a cool day travelling the Sentosa Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee~! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a fun time this past 3 days. Basically trained Tampines Mall again with Mummy and Sisters. Shopping as usual. Dad didnt want to follow and he went to fish with his bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Fort Siloso with Shan on the Friday which I attended and interview. Little did I expect I was called to start work tomorrow as in 22 Jan, Monday. Thank God :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday catch Gridiron Gang with Shan at Cathay! its nice tho. The coach is so cuteeeee ;p. Hahaha!  Then trained PS with hym and went dinner at a Turkish Shop at Haji Lane. ~.~ Thats all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more do u think! ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116940242163351890?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116940242163351890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116940242163351890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116940242163351890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116940242163351890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-world-has-already-turn-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116911530161187508</id><published>2007-01-18T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:15:01.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think this is very, very true.&lt;br /&gt;Libra and Leo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very pretty&lt;br /&gt;Very romantic&lt;br /&gt;Nice to everyone they meet&lt;br /&gt;Their Love is one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;Silly, fun and sweet&lt;br /&gt;Have own unique sexiness&lt;br /&gt;Most caring person you will ever meet!&lt;br /&gt;Amazing n Bed..!!!&lt;br /&gt;Did I say Amazing in Bed?&lt;br /&gt;not the kind of person you wanna ........ with...u might end up crying...&lt;br /&gt;the most irresistible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great talker&lt;br /&gt;Sexy and passionate&lt;br /&gt;Laid back&lt;br /&gt;Knows how to have fun&lt;br /&gt;Is really good at music&lt;br /&gt;Great kisser&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;Down to earth&lt;br /&gt;Addictive&lt;br /&gt;Attractive&lt;br /&gt;Loud&lt;br /&gt;Loves being in long relationships&lt;br /&gt;Talkative&lt;br /&gt;Not one to mess with&lt;br /&gt;Rare to find&lt;br /&gt;Good when found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yeaaaaa ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116911530161187508?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116911530161187508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116911530161187508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116911530161187508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116911530161187508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-this-is-very-very-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116900436144920760</id><published>2007-01-17T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T12:23:30.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With Shan's Help, I passed my Basic!&lt;br /&gt;Second time take then pass! Haha. The first one I was kinda blur with the qns. Those small details which u think it wont be tested will make u fail the test. In the room, got this malay guy kept 'sighing'. I think he was having troubles answering the qns. Then after I finish my test, I saw him registering his basic again at the lobby. Just like me and Dzariif, when the first time we took our basic. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Dzariif Book that made me ace through it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondo shoes is so nice. The cutting and the material of it really match my taste. Just as I thought of 'Shopping' again, I saw my favourite shopspot at the corner of Tampines Mall. After a few glance, I decided to buy it then the Sales Girl told me they are having a 20% off promotion. Shocked man! So lucky. :P Haha. But after being discounted, it is still expensive for just a plain white peep-toe-heels shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am craving for Nasi Ayam Penyek at Golden Shoe right now. I bet the Aunty recognise my face already. Haha! :P&lt;br /&gt;I think thats the last time Im having it yesterday at Raffles. It is far from my place. Hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116900436144920760?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116900436144920760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116900436144920760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116900436144920760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116900436144920760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/01/with-shans-help-i-passed-my-basic.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116869670020984872</id><published>2007-01-13T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:58:20.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Basically yesterday was my little sis 15th Birthday. Just coz her name was Jannah, her friends gave her a banana and monkey plush coz the name rhymes with 'banana'. My mum was going gaga as why BANANA? Haha. Kinda cute lah. Those sec 3 times when I didnt really study hard but played a fooled after sch with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;As I didnt really spend much time with her for all the while, I decided to hang out with her. Maybe to catch up on things with her life. I dont wish sisters to be secretive and bottling up problems. Trained round Tampines Mall and Century Square then we decided to catch a movie which its my 3rd movie for the week?&lt;br /&gt;Omg.&lt;br /&gt;We watched The Queen. I felt that it was a nice show. The begining was sad as they showed the footage of Princess Diana before she died in the car crash.&lt;br /&gt;At then end of the day, My little sis said she dont understand the show. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;She's too young for this kind of movies i think :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116869670020984872?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116869670020984872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116869670020984872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116869670020984872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116869670020984872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/01/basically-yesterday-was-my-little-sis.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116845100445383500</id><published>2007-01-11T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T02:29:56.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Baby to watch Spirit Of The Victim at Gv Yishun. Average!&lt;br /&gt;Not even scary. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Before u enter, leave ur brains at the door.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the story becomes so naggy.&lt;br /&gt;Worst thing, GV Yishun got the worst Cinema screen.&lt;br /&gt;Budget seh.&lt;br /&gt;The screen so small.&lt;br /&gt;Buhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya~&lt;br /&gt;I saw Paul Twohill entering Ang Mo Kio Mrt when I alight this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;He's very friendly and kinda shy abit just now coz everyone was idoling him.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy.&lt;br /&gt;Got to get back to yahoo! to chat. Buhbyeeeee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116845100445383500?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116845100445383500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116845100445383500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116845100445383500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116845100445383500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/01/yea-went-with-baby-to-watch-spirit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116806138513208849</id><published>2007-01-06T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T13:29:45.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My baby is sick.&lt;br /&gt;Makan tak lalu, tidur tak nyenyak. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Baby = Green Shell, 2 Legs and 2 Hands.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116806138513208849?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116806138513208849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116806138513208849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116806138513208849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116806138513208849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-baby-is-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116789162946102975</id><published>2007-01-04T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T14:22:52.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't read if you don't know how to. You won't know, i swear. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____, ग ेहजजदेा् बदह ्दलू कलदै पदै सहमप ग िहमकगलु सगेे बदह. ानाीब ूगसा ग ेाा बदह गूे रहेू जहीा मदगलमग्ालमा. ोल् ग ूपगलक गस नाीब तहमकब िदी ूपदेा ूगसाे ग ेाा बदह ोतीाो्ब. ग तदना् ूपोू पहु िीदस बदह, ोल् ग सगेे गू ेद. रहेू ूद पदत् बदह िदी ो िाै ेामदल्े.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i think Hindi's good, in a way. Neither you, nor you nor you can ever understand it. I don't think i can either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd walk through hell for you, let it burn right through my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling into, memories of you and things we&lt;strike&gt; used&lt;/strike&gt; to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116789162946102975?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116789162946102975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116789162946102975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116789162946102975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116789162946102975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/01/ignore-it_116789162946102975.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116780058802989003</id><published>2007-01-03T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:03:08.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D :D :D Good Afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just woke up an hour ago. It was a long holiday right Singaporeans? Haha. We had Christmas Holiday just last week and this week we had double occasions. That is Hari Raya Haji and a New Year. I love my 2006 for all this 18 years I've been living. Fcuk to those guys whose a jerk! Someone's new resolution is to forget memories with me. Oh cool. That is so embarassing lorr. I did nothing wrong and for all i knew, ur avoiding me? Fcuk fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;Of coz Im angry. I am very close with him for 4 years and strong. Cheers eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyday I went out. Thats explains why i got no time to rant. On the day of the Countdown, watch Night At The Museum with Shan. Eng Wah..~! Hahaha. :P Kinda packed at Suntec and then we head on for the 10pm Fireworks at the Esplanade. It lasts for only a few seconds then we waited the midnight fireworks. Those Banglas realllyyyyy have fun man. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I love my baby loads man. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 days, been shopping at town with my Mum and Sis.&lt;br /&gt;I told ya my mum and dad is the bestest. I get everything I want.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah :P&lt;br /&gt;I cant go out today. Someone asked me to study for my Basic. Gee! I fail last weeeeeeeek with Dzariif. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116780058802989003?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116780058802989003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116780058802989003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116780058802989003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116780058802989003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2007/01/d-d-d-good-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116701896977047566</id><published>2006-12-25T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T11:56:09.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Merry Xmas to everyone! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;That Friday had a Christmas party at my Office and it went great. Played Bingo with the whole department and I guess my department won the most gifts. But I didnt eventually! Haha.. Raizan didnt want the first gifts as the first is actually the cheapest one according to our boss but he won it! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;It was fun. The day before our colleagues bought Log Cake from Polar and we also celebrate Shankar's birthday. Loads of loves around!~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;That Saturday was great too. Went to Didi's house with Aloya and Shan. Great Great! And so now they noe who is Shan in person. If not only in friendster right friends?? haha. It was really packed at Orchard. In the end, Shan and me stranded at Suntec Swensens. Too packed till we're suffocated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;I am so excited for this Sunday Countdown and also not forgetting its Hari Raya Haji. Its double date with Aloya and before that, this wed begans my journey for Car. Wahlao, forget abit-abit ah! Heee. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116701896977047566?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116701896977047566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116701896977047566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116701896977047566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116701896977047566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-xmas-to-everyone-that-friday-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116662857736503149</id><published>2006-12-20T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:29:37.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow everyone is supposed to bring a gift for the Christmas Party on Friday..&lt;br /&gt;So i bought a book for Benjamin as I am not really sure what to buy for a guy? Im so the blur when it comes to gifts. As his someone who is a bookworm, I guess buying a book for him is the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for tomorrow. We're having a surprised party for Meena, Susan and Shankar. We're buying a cake for lunch and this time my working colleagues really rocks!! :X:X:X I got Philipine friends who is very humorous and Chi friends who is very sporting! :):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This days been raining heavily. I pray hard to God that it wont rain again everytime i go back home from work. Yesterday was traumatic. I met an usuall guy who wanted to share an umbrella with me. Scary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116662857736503149?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116662857736503149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116662857736503149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116662857736503149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116662857736503149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/12/tomorrow-everyone-is-supposed-to-bring.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116602165799778177</id><published>2006-12-13T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:54:18.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Regaining my smiles again!... :):):):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaa. From my previous post, u all can see i was damn bored. Now, not anymore. Basically, i bought a pet last week to kill my boredom and it was just a baby tortoise. The guy told me it was a terrapin but to me there isn't any much differences. Anyway, the tortoise is now under my little sis care as i am so caught up with work. She's been changing and cleaning up the container daily and at night i just play with it around. How cute! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my current job now. Although its abit pressurising, but i think every job has its own burden u have to carry. The working coleagues are very helpful and motivating. So, for the past 2 days, been having training by Shankar. Alot of things need to be understood and i just realised that working under a banking line is really, really, really tough. Not easy you guys. Now i understand why my sis always bring home a sulky face from work.&lt;br /&gt;But, u have to face it. Thats life! Every work has its pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt really expect to get this job but its god will. So, I will try my very best. Within this 14 evaluation days, i will try to get my target sales. If not...blah blah blah. Hahaha! :P:P:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quite saddening when u were really looking forward for an outing with ur friends when u had to cancel them. Yea, i had to cancel the ice skating next Monday. I know i just spoil the plan. Its either i go to work or enjoy with my friends. Hopefully they understand the plight I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now i guess. I am not so sure when will be the next time im ranting cause im making myself really busy for this holidays. Rather then i be a bummer and slack with bad companies outside or spend money like one rich tai-tai, haha.. I rather work and have more money! Rightt??? :):):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116602165799778177?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116602165799778177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116602165799778177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116602165799778177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116602165799778177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/12/regaining-my-smiles-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116551172438207684</id><published>2006-12-08T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T01:15:24.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BORED. =(=(=(=(=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sis is busy playing her flying aeroplanes in my room. Testing out the strength of it which she just bought at Metro with my Mum the other day. Darn irritating lorr. Those wings will just knock my head and she just continue laughing like no one business. Haha! Luckily got this earthling born from somewhere outer space accompany me in Yahoo! messenger. None other then, Shan. Haha! I thought of getting a pet. At first wanted to get a Baby Panda. Yes! Its real okay. Not those pathetic virtual pet u own from a site in the net. I last seen it about 3 years ago and they no longer sell those animals. Back to dogs and hamsters which I don't really prefer due to religion and hygiene issues.&lt;br /&gt;Quite dissapointed though. Was so eager to own a Baby Panda then its just a wishful thinking. :(:(:(:(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheyy! Why do I sound so sad so suddenly?!&lt;br /&gt;Im no to EMO. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to persuade my Daddy again to buy chicks. Maybe two only. I've reared four chicks before. 2 blacks and 2 white.&lt;br /&gt;They grow very fast and without realising, they are already able to produce eggs.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i really got no idea where is my 4 chickens. I bet its already been eaten. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a pink and green chicks! Puhleaseee. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116551172438207684?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116551172438207684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116551172438207684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116551172438207684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116551172438207684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/12/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116523350993297446</id><published>2006-12-04T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T19:58:29.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from a job interview at Raffles Place..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipppeee~ I got the job on the spot. Alhamdulillah!&lt;br /&gt;It was in the afternoon when i just woke up from my sleep that i decided to browse thru recruitment in Strait Times Section. Plainly lazy to go to every retail shop asking for job like what my friends did. Waste of time i supposed.&lt;br /&gt;Then got this particular company, i just felt like calling. They arranged an interview for me and i have to be there like an hour time. So i decided to go and if its god willing, i will get the job. At first i was in a rush for a job but then again, i thot maybe can just slack at home without working until i get my results next year. The interview was kinda scary coz the interviewer look so fierce. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked us to seat somewhere for awhile and later we were called up by the receptionists. Yesss! I got the job working in a bank line handling credit card.&lt;br /&gt;Hurraaay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more outings in the day anymore. Maybe can have a night outing! Hahaha.. :))&lt;br /&gt;My training will be on Monday and they are so particular with work wear. No more jeans mann. Aiseyy! :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116523350993297446?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116523350993297446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116523350993297446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116523350993297446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116523350993297446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-got-back-from-job-interview-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116515942951274819</id><published>2006-12-03T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:23:49.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jurong birdpark</title><content type='html'>Its countless time someone stepped onto my slippers on Thursday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Jurong Birdpark the other day and its fun. FUN! Been ages since I've been there and everything looks new to me..Haha! I need to wear a high-heel shoes next time on the next outing. Seems like on the 18 we're out for ice-skating with 2 of my other friends from Night Safari and i think those ice-skating shoes will help me alot. It comes with spikes and if the person stepped onto my slippers again..OUCH!! Hahaha.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice going out with Shan. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116515942951274819?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116515942951274819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116515942951274819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116515942951274819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116515942951274819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/12/jurong-birdpark.html' title='jurong birdpark'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116471309524830477</id><published>2006-11-28T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:24:55.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from Job Hunting !&lt;br /&gt;I only began to searched for a job today. Haha. The rest of the days so far, i have been slacking at home. And today its so good ! So look out for me either at Ben &amp; Jerry or Levi's Girls. Cool ehk! Kekeke :)&lt;br /&gt;This time its a whole loads of fun. More Fun! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for another outing this Thursday ! Yeaaness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116471309524830477?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116471309524830477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116471309524830477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116471309524830477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116471309524830477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/11/back-from-job-hunting-i-only-began-to_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116416095250713782</id><published>2006-11-22T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T10:26:31.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gahhhhh, Lia's in LOVE !</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gahhhhh, Lia's in LOVE..! :DD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's talk about yesterday. Finally get to watch Step Up with Shan after such a hectic schedule both of us got. Its a great movie about dancing and bottomline, the story made me realised that we should go for what we are passionate about. For her its dancing and she jeopardise her education for it. :P Its our first time watching movie at The Cathay Cineplex and we had those couple seats. Awww! Hahahaha. ( DOn't think tooo much ar guys !)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The worst and funniest thing, i nearly sat onto a guy's lap while walking to our seat. Shhhhh ! Lucky the Girlfriend didn't pull my hair or something. Hahas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gonna cut it short. I don't want the whole world to know bout my whereabouts. Thanks Shan for the " Heart " Chocz. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/8SequinHeart.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lia, i thought we're supposed to play golf for fun or for competition. How come u're hook with someone there! OOOOPS! ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116416095250713782?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116416095250713782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116416095250713782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116416095250713782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116416095250713782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/11/gahhhhh-lias-in-love.html' title='Gahhhhh, Lia&apos;s in LOVE !'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116399587509251286</id><published>2006-11-20T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T12:22:17.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sulking</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I've always wanted to make Shan angry. For no good reasons of cause. :X He always have that ' hehehe ' or ' hahaha ' in his msgs and i will go ' kekeke '. I am not sure if you guys do have that same msg lingo but why can't we have some tiffs in between? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know im so nuts lah. Can someone slap my face??! It is so weird. Within this 9 months, we have never fought. :X Or maybe we are emotionless humans trying to hide our feelings somewhere here and there. But whatever it is, I've uploaded this pix of what i think Shan will look like when he sulks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/shan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He sulks cause he didn't get to work at Bar ! :DD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/devil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm the Devil Of cause ! :X &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S: Thanks Sallehin, for accompanying me and Dzariif to AMK driving Centre. We're having our theory test on the same day. So most probably me and Dzariff will be driving a car at the same time. YIPPEE! :X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116399587509251286?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116399587509251286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116399587509251286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116399587509251286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116399587509251286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/11/sulking.html' title='sulking'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116372977596004091</id><published>2006-11-17T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T10:20:00.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jalan raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is what i love about holidays : Fully-filled schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeaap, for the past two days I have been jalan raya-ing with my Pasir Ris peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Little did i know that alot turned up and the group accumulated uptill 20 plp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ramai gilerr! Haha :) It was fun tho'. Not all were from PRCSS but some were Helmy's Gerlfriend cliques. Alot didnt recognise me at first and i have to make the first introduction like " Kenal tak, nie Izzah?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All will go like with an egg face at first but after awhile, " Ya, i remember you !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haha. But some really recognise me at the very first sight. Like Umaidah. ( Fact is, until now I really can't remember her.) Hehe. We're so damn united lor. 11 years known each other from Loyang Primary then to Pasir Ris Crest Sec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some of the houses that I remembered going was Hilmi Supar house and Farhan's house. I've nvr met them for the past 4 years and yeaa, gladd we get to meet again :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Its such a coincidence that a new friend i know yesterday, Rafidah.. knows my friend, Sallehin. Yeaa aka Ezad Exist katerkan ! :P And throughout the whole journey to Umaidah's house from her house, we were gossipping bout him. OOPSSSS! I'm gonna be chop into pieces later..! Hehehe. Sorry mann. Wanted to invite u but all was last min and i dun like inviting plp last min. To me, its rude. Heheheheh :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My wish has been granted ! I'm 18 now. ( Since August that is.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am enrolling &lt;strike&gt;bike&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;u&gt;car&lt;/u&gt; licence later on with Sallehin and Dzarif. Sallehin is our senior in driving. His last TP will be on January and then he can be our chaffeur. Hehehe Kidding ! :p AMK driving centre that is. Sal said it was faster compared to Ubi. I don't mind. Anywhere is possible. Yeaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Jumps with Joy!) :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116372977596004091?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116372977596004091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116372977596004091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116372977596004091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116372977596004091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/11/jalan-raya.html' title='jalan raya'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116357035466668267</id><published>2006-11-15T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:59:14.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I nearly forgot,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY 9 MONTHS FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shan &amp; izzah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just my lucky number, 9. Do you believe, at this point of time im ranting this post, my little sister is still sleeping?? Haha. Aren't we a bummer ! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116357035466668267?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116357035466668267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116357035466668267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116357035466668267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116357035466668267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/11/9-months.html' title='9 months'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116356474966107045</id><published>2006-11-15T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T12:25:49.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My holidays are becoming longer. Lemme see.. To be exact, I had 1 year 3 months of holidays. Now left with bout 5 more months. Yes, I am so dead bored slacking outside and wasting my youth. Exams are over and I intend to register my car licence this Friday and went I have pass my TP, I wanna get a Jeep! Kekeke. Im a weirdo. Of all types, I have chosen that. It just seems cool to me..No no, not like the big boss of zoo's jeep. She's got animal printed on her Jeep. I just want a sophisticated one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And the next thing I wanna do during this holiday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I planned to apply to work as a Barista ( or Baristar..? whatever u spell it ) at Starbucks. My god! Its so cool wearing those green apron over my neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday was my first day of holiday after my exams. See..Im beginning to talk like a student. By right, everyday is a holiday for me already. If only I could buy tickets to fly all round the world, to fill up my boredom. I bet thats just a wishful thinking. My parents won't agree to it. ( Nak pergi JB ngn kawan pun tk dpt..mcm maner??) Haha. Typically, parents would want their kids to be in safe hands. I don't mind being restricted to some of my whereabouts. Before having a new job, I wanna swim at my aunt's  place and become fit. ( or maybe taller? ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm just boreddd. Lazy to go raya-ing with friends later. But have to lehh. Today &amp; tmr. It seems like the raya mood has faded abit as its ending soon. But for the O Lvl students, raya has just started only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Picked this up from 1 of this Mat blog. Well, he labelled me and a friend Minah man. How do u define minah? I got no idea cause Im not one. Hahaha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FULL NAME:Nurul Izzah Bte Ahmad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME BACKWARDS:.bamha etd hazzi lu7un&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWERE YOU NAMED AFTER SOMEONE? It's named after a royal palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEANING OF YOUR NAME:Cahaya syurga. Heaven's Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHDAY:August 1st 1988&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT LOCATION:Pasir Ris, East Shore Of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARSIGN:LEO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELIGION:HEIGHT/WEIGHT:1.65m (that was last year)/45kg ( was a few days ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOE SIZE:5 or 6!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIR COLOR:Dyed hazel and red, highlighted with dark blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE COLOR:Black without lenses. purple with lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACE INHERITED FROM? my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEFTY OR RIGHTY:righty !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENDER: female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST FRIENDS/TRUST MOST:Lia, Shahidah, fadhillah and Shan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY FRIENDS:Alot !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREATEST BUDDIES:Lia, HuiHui, Syidda, Sallehin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF OR GF?:Both. Gf would be Lia, Wife is Huei Nee. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRUSH: I've told ya. Hunks with blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARENTS: I've got the most understanding parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORST ENEMY: Roaches, Veniger and Otak-otak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BESTEST ONLINE GIRL/GUY: HuiHui, Shan, Lia, Sallehin,  Netty, Rendra and Helmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREATEST ADVICER:Lia. Shan. Azhari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYING PARTNER:Lia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANY SISTERS/BROTHERS: Im 2nd. It's Ahmad's Angels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETS:I wanna buy a pair of lovebird. I love birds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAGERS: That's so not hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELEPHONE: my hot, sizzling pink motorola razor v3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELLPHONE:motorola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CAR:JEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONALITY:i dont describe myself. can be rather hot-temperd when provoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRIVING:must wait for a few months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWN ROOM:i share with my 14 year old sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BED COLOR: Yellow !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELATIONSHIP WITH PARENTS:SO far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: Used to. Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISTENING EARS:Azhari, Lia and Shan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYERS/PRAY: yeaa. noone is perfect. i do miss it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES HANGING ON THE PHONE: I am a normal human and I dont hang on the phone. nor a monkey who hangs on the tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GETTING MARRIED: i wud say when im 25 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES DRIVING:alot !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTION SICKNESS: When im in a vehicle,it gets too slow. I will start to feel giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAT STEM OF BROCOLLI: Its my favourite veg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAT CHICKEN WITH FORK:No. I make do with my right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DREAM IN COLOR:White, brown, violet, green and pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYPE YOUR FINGERS ON HOME ROLE: ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP WITH STUFFED ANIMALS: Nope !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSON WHO SLEEPS NEXT TO YOU: EEee. We sleep on separate bed frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE WALLS OF YOUR ROOM:paintings, butterflies, glowers and pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DREAM CAR: JEEP !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DREAM DATE: Valentines Day? ( Well, we cant celebrate that tho')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DREAM HONEYMOON SPOT:Hawaii. Switzerlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DREAM HUSBAND/WIFE: wife is huei nee. husband??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEDTIME: i want to go now! why wont this stupid survey end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNDER YOUR BED: just a hollow block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD TIME OF THE DAY:When plp tends to fight faults with me. You will find a hard time to please me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORST FEAR:stupid insects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEME SONGS:Teman Tapi Mesra??? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDEST THING ABOUT GROWING UP:Learning to adapt the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNIEST/SCARIEST EXPERIENCE:I drown at Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARIEST/SILLIEST EXPERIENCE:my woodlands home. pasir ris is still d best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORST FEELING:trying to get a hang of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREATEST FEELING:being treasured. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116356474966107045?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116356474966107045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116356474966107045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116356474966107045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116356474966107045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/11/survey.html' title='survey'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116339574314027432</id><published>2006-11-13T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:34:59.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open house</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yesterday was my Open House and those whom I have expected to come did turn up. Thanks alot my friends ! :) The first group who came in was Shahryl's group followed by The Bongorians. Awhile later came my bestfriends from Si Ling Sec and from Pasir Ris Crest Sec. Its fun singing with everyone. Er hem erhem. Its a wonder that everyone can sing well. Like..LiA, Atikah, Azizah, Shan, HuiHui, Yunos, Aini, Stephanie, and Shahryl. Syidda have to leave early to join her family but I really appreciate her presence. Alot are from the North and they turn up. So touched! Hahaha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It was fun singing  " Nobody wants to be lonely " with Shan. Hahaa. Shan suddenly became Enrique Iglesias. Not bad, not bad. Yunos, i can see that he knows The " Nana and Achik " songs very well. Lia and Atikah, adesss... mcm penyanyi veteran plakk ehh. Hope you guys enjoy alott and thanks for the " Pressies. " The card is so cute and is written in PURPLE! Hehehe. Thankiew thankiew. No need gifts lahh actually. I dun mind..coz u all still a student like me. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pathetically, my day was ruined right after the Bongo people went home. Not cause they made me sad lahh. They all are fun people. When the lift reached the lobby, I did saw this friend who shared memories with me last time while I was in Siling Sec. No other then, Azhari. He's my Ex. He came alone, yup from Bukit Panjang. He thought I asked him to go up by himself and see my family..and he thought that I was going to leave him up there, and go jalan raya with my BOngo friends. Wahlau! When i reached home, I was frantically searching for him lah. Noone saw him. Even Lia and Atikah. He actually left !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Didnt i tell him that I just send them to the bustop??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;My whole day was miserable right after that. So many questions pop in my mind. He went back home to Bukit Panjang. I don't know how to describe my emotions during that time. Everyone who knows him went...HUHAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Worst thing, he shut off his handphone until now, im ranting this posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Just felt better after releasing my top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Guys are just senstive creatures. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; If u're reading this Azhari, I'm sorry. Its just a misunderstanding. I've forgiven you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116339574314027432?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116339574314027432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116339574314027432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116339574314027432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116339574314027432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/11/open-house.html' title='open house'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116300537098798504</id><published>2006-11-09T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T01:04:15.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagg</title><content type='html'>I guess everyone's so bored that quizes are popping up like nuts. :X And again, tagged by dear HuiHui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, my love hates me yet again lah. Dont want to on for me , me is sadddd. I bet its cause i overworked her that day, downloading songs throughout the night leaving her on. So she decided to take MC for the week and i hope she gets better tmr [if you havent already realise, my love = darling computer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see my tags, HuiHui making my jaw drop. If my jaws gets to loose and cannot join back ah, both of you gotta hold it up for me 24/7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is ;&lt;br /&gt;1) how old do you wish you are?sweet 16. Then I can always get what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) what do you do when vending machines steal your money? Walk-off laa. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) do you count yourself kind? never !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be? Japanese and Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you know neighbours? Alot !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you follow your horoscope? I don't believe in all this stuffs tho' it can be true at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Would you move for the person you love? Kinda !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Do you believe that opposites attact? Yup yupp. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Favourite channel(s)? MTV and Hallmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Favourite place to go on weekends? anywhere is cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Showers or Baths? Isn't that both the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you paint your nails? Yup. Blue, white, gold or beige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do you trust people easily? Haizz. Hardly !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What are your phobias? Insects, vinegar &amp; otak-otak !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you keep a handwritten journal? online possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Where would you rather be now? Esplanade chilling out by the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Who makes you feel warm and fuzzy? Hmm. alot of plp ! Aloya, syidda, azhari, fadhillah, zimah, Shan, Huei Nee and Hui Hui !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Heavy or light sleeper? Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Are you paranoid? Nope !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Are you impatient? Kinda !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Whats your favourite pick up line? shitt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Whats your main ringtone on your mobile? Cassie - Me &amp;amp; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) What were you doing at midnight last night? Dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) What did the last text on your phone says? Oops ! Mane bleh bilang doink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Most recent movie you watched? Hahha. The last was nacho libre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Name three things you have on you at all times. Wallet, HP and iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What colour are your bedsheets? Yellow !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) what is your favourite part of the chicken? Wings !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) i cant wait till…O LEvels are over !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) How tall are you barefoot? 165 cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) What should ur partner have in themselves? Self-confidence, not self-centred, caring and show concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) What do you prefer to drink in the morning? milo or Coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Where do you think you’ll be in 10 years?Driving a posh car. Ferrari !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Have you received flowers before? Damn. Don't ask bout personal affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Does someone have a crush on you?I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Whats your favourite candy? Is Halls a candy? hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) If you have three wishes, what will they be?-be a successful entrepeneur/singer -have a driving licence right now -i will donate alot alot of money to the welfare association when i am very very very very rich one day. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Four random people to do this. Shan ! HuiHui ! ALoya ! Sallehin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116300537098798504?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116300537098798504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116300537098798504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116300537098798504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116300537098798504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/11/tagg.html' title='tagg'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116288677100906498</id><published>2006-11-07T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T16:07:49.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Its raining so heavily now here in Marsiling. Its sure pack at the Immigration. Lucky me didnt enter JB today. If not I would be one of those suffocated queues of vehicles on the road. I miss my family alot..Alot! Hehehe. 3 days out of my hometown. This Friday is over for everything! Then I can take my Car Licence.. Oh my! Waited for this opportunity for a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116288677100906498?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116288677100906498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116288677100906498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116288677100906498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116288677100906498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/11/raining.html' title='raining'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116253012225227274</id><published>2006-11-03T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T13:06:59.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's so irritating when your parents just say 'No' to some of our needs and they will reasoned you out like some motor-mouth contest. We were just having this discussion on education in Singapore when I suggested that studying in Aussie is a great idea with my elder sis backing me up. Out of a sudden, my dad strikes back. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aussie? DON'T LAHHHHH. you'll mix with bad bad people who'll teach you bad bad self-harmful things like smoking drinking and staying out late to club your life away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that's only the starting, you might :&lt;br /&gt;drink too much get alcohol poisoning&lt;br /&gt;smoke too much get some cancer and die&lt;br /&gt;get drunk, accidentally get preggie/AIDS/HIV&lt;br /&gt;get kidnapped and killed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like many more possibilities of you wasting your life away, rather than actually furthering your studies overseas. and you'd be ALLLLLLLLL alone with no one to entertain you. hiyah! it wont do you good lah! you'll get influenced, bluff your parents you're actually putting the money every month they send to you to good use like on school fees and all when you're ACTUALLY spending on useless fags and alcohol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116253012225227274?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116253012225227274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116253012225227274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116253012225227274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116253012225227274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/11/reasons.html' title='Reasons'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116238507976188732</id><published>2006-11-01T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:44:39.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Arghh. Just some random posts while blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Did henna on my hand and it was nice having those darker tones of colour on my skin. Kinda weird looking at it, the first time. Somehow it looks like snakes running upwards my fingers and complete with leaves which more likely like a safari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hell yes. So pathetically sad. I didnt get to join my working colleagues visiting our friends houses. Planned this 2 weeks ago if i am not mistaken, and damn it, i cancelled last night. Thanks to my little cousin who just fly off to singapore. Anyway, had loads of fun venturing Singapore with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;While hanging around Aloya's house yesterday, i browse through her collections of clothes that she sew. Her school is darn cool lorr. Can say its like "Project Runway". She already learnt how to sew skirts and blazers. I love the blazer the most. So the unique :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I guess thats it for today. Gotta send my cousin to the airport later. Night-nights!! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116238507976188732?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116238507976188732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116238507976188732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116238507976188732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116238507976188732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/11/random-posts.html' title='random posts'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116217405384395055</id><published>2006-10-30T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T10:11:01.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm having flu lately, since saturday. Heck to the haze lahh. I bet its not only me whose getting sick but i think a large population out there are having fever, sore eyes and stuffs. I rearely get sick man and it so irritates me. Shittt! :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I read the news lately about the LRT in KL which overpassed the railway tracks. Oh my!! How is that possible?? If someone who doesn't read the captions underneath might thought that the picture was actually taken from a new action-pax movie. Hahs. Scary lehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oki,oki so anybody up for henna designs? Beep me mann. I need ideas to design henna on my hand. At first it didnt crossed my mind to make henna this year. Wanted to be simple and cause i have always did it every year. Last minute, aloya wanted me to help her with thatt...and so my morning tomorrow I have to travel to the North..back to her homiee. Yessa! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I saw Marcell latest photo taken at Kampong Glam. So saddd. He no longer have that Afro hair anymore. I just love the song he sang with Shanty. &lt;hanya&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116217405384395055?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116217405384395055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116217405384395055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116217405384395055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116217405384395055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/10/busy-day.html' title='busy day!'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116183674353501573</id><published>2006-10-26T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:31:42.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spasms of happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today is the 3rd day of Hari raya. So far I've only visited 5 houses within the 2 days...and I think I've gained a few kilo(s). How could i not gained when every house served my favourite kuih makmur. Oh those yummmy grind peanuts filling. Sooo sedapp! Haha. Then every house serves the different gassy drink. Green,whitte and blackk..Coca cola!! "Coke is fattening!" Can still remember my uncle exclaiming that to his son. Father and son was claiming that they are on a diet but they wont stop sipping coke. Dont worry, they wont get anaroxia so fastt. Haha :) Is coke that tempting?? To me average lehh. Green tea is still the best. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So the last day of fasting month,break fast with Shan! Well, we headed down to beach road. Kedai Deen. He was saying that Maidin is a malay name, maideeeeeen is an indian name. Ooopps! Sorry ah. Tak tau ah babe! Hahaha. Alamakkk, suddenly reminds me of the Sugar cane juice with lemon. So nice sehhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That night went geylang. As usual, the normal place for those who celebrate raya would drop by there. It was abit packed and stuffy. Wahlaoo. Wear black somemore. Can die of perspiring mann. But it was the best night la. More like food festival and adding up to it, i didnt miss my dengdeng and Vadai. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In the end, my first day of raya was so sleepy. I went back to geylang only at 4am. God knows how sleepy it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116183674353501573?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116183674353501573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116183674353501573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116183674353501573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116183674353501573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/10/spasms-of-happiness.html' title='spasms of happiness'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116146437080365811</id><published>2006-10-22T04:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T04:59:30.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>geylang</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The matS are cool! haha. kidding-kidding! I went to geylang and wash my eyes?? OOpss no no. Really mean it as a joke. No malay guys for me :) Hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The lightings...yeahh nice. I go there only to search for food and my baju raya. First time ler buy baju raya so late. Firstly, I had this piece of cloth bought in Brunei that time. Wanted to design to my taste ler like last year. In the end we were so caught up bout this Shifting stuffs in the end this piece is left untouched. How sad! I should have just tailored them there and ask someone to send it over...Damn! Got butterfly somemore. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tired man. Go geylang surely reached home late sehh. To me larr, Geylang happening only at night. Thats when U can get the atmosphere lorr. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everyday seems fine. Mugging..mugging...mugging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someone lorr say must S-T-U-D-Y-! Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*NSretail peace worrxXx! Haha. Stay united! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116146437080365811?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116146437080365811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116146437080365811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116146437080365811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116146437080365811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/10/geylang.html' title='geylang'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116132131218581929</id><published>2006-10-20T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:15:12.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bongo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If I'm still living in Woodlands, I would have joined the Bongo Team. Seriously!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, alot of reasons larr. Like what Edwina and Eileen says in the Blog, its true. Haha. Management thingy and work politics! Whoaa.. (: Most of the Pioneer Team has quitted and left with a handful only still working at NS. Eventhough our pay is like higher then Bongo..But I think the management is important. Can still remember this problem has been appearing since the new born of the retail team. Maybe after a few years I visit again.. I can see new faces everyday?? Haha. Cheers man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hari Raya is next Tuesday!! I felt like its just yesterday I started fasting. We're left like 3 more days to fast and Monday night surely Geylang atmosphere will be very "meriah!" Hahaha.. (Lazy to dance my fingers on this keyboard already ler..!) Advance Selamat Hari Raya Greeting to everyone! In case I dont blog anymore... EXAMSSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116132131218581929?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116132131218581929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116132131218581929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116132131218581929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116132131218581929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/10/bongo.html' title='Bongo'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116098801539613655</id><published>2006-10-16T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:40:15.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i lov miss calls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I Love &lt;u&gt;Miss Calls.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thank you for waking me up for sahur :) 4am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;....Coaching me for Maths,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;....Haagen Dazs! Yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;....Thanks ar eh. My family members have alot of points to bully me. OOPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY 8&lt;s&gt;(Snowman)&lt;/s&gt; MONTHS FRIENDSHIP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;15 OCTOBER 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116098801539613655?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116098801539613655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116098801539613655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116098801539613655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116098801539613655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-lov-miss-calls.html' title='i lov miss calls.'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116098252445286299</id><published>2006-10-16T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:42:08.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Weekends. - Painted my house White.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and so.... you can judge if my painting skills are great. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Over the weekdays on Friday, had Retail BBQ at East Coast. Its fun meeting the old peeps and besides that we enjoy great food cooked by Helena's Mum. Fried rice, Mee Hoon and Bread. The normal fare that you can see during BBQ. But abit dissapointing tho'. I do enjoy food brought by people but this time most of the food I can't eat le. Hehehe. It wasn't Halal. Could be my chinese friends weren't informed and thought that its oki. Hehehe. So some of us malays were enjoying only Helena's foods. Just being frank here coz maybe the next retail outing..you guys could improve on it abit-abit?? Haha :) [ No offence ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just met Hanafi. At last I got my calculator backk! I dont need the calculator but the neoprint at the back! Its the one I took at Cwp with Aloya. Precious moments while we're sec 3. Those lepak-ing times. How I miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116098252445286299?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116098252445286299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116098252445286299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116098252445286299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116098252445286299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekends.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116071842780004894</id><published>2006-10-13T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T13:47:07.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As of today, I'm left with bout 3 more weeks! Weee... Exams dah habes then can slack3. But now dah slack dahhh. Hahahaha ;p Yeaaa my house renovation has completed already le. Yesterday they did it 8 hrs straight. Tired sehh lyke dat, Isk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Meeting my gurlfriens from Pasir Ris in an hour time to visit Aini and her mum. Its been 3 years since i last saw her and I wonder how she's doing rytte now. I hate visiting funerals and stuffs. Not cause Im inhuman or what la.. Just that i am so uncomfotable with the atmosphere. Haha. Im quite sensitive and if like they cry or telling bt this person's past that is heart-wrenching, I would be in tears too. I hope I wont lah later. The last time i went was my adik angkat from Si Ling pass away. The mum was so weak that tears was running down continuously sehh. Her sister just sat at one corner looking so helpless. What we can do was just to comfort her mum and sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Night Safari Retailers are having BBQ today at ECP. I got no idea which mann. Its so bigg! Haha. I was informed its at Marine Cove and I forgot which pitt. Nvm, I guess they wrote it at the bLog. Wifey is not comingg. Sads mann. Think I last saw her months ago. Like 3 months. But just heard her voice 2 days ago. Hehehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sallehin, good luck! Harap2 kau pass TP kau ehhh! Bleh Driveee! Hahahha. Tkyah custom-made chair kann? Kalau perlu, aku sponsor ahh! Heheheh,kididng mann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116071842780004894?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116071842780004894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116071842780004894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116071842780004894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116071842780004894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/10/retail-bbq.html' title='Retail BBQ'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116064362572768643</id><published>2006-10-12T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:18:14.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DengDeng</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesterday was a mini-gathering for the Malays at Orchard and Geylang Serai. It was cool tho'. Had our break fast at Dahlia Far East &amp; then proceed on to Geylang which it seems that everyone enjoy. It was way way better then at kampong glam which is totally boriing! Me and Azizah kept munching food all along and i just lurf the DengDeng and the Turkish Ice Cream. It was a nice trip and I just saw Hawa. The new retail girl at EOA. A very nice lady mann. Now i know her real age. Hahahaha. Guys keep on guessing! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had just received a call from my girlfriend. My friend, Aini, her dad has just passed away last night. I would like to send my condolences to her family. Be strong Aini and all your friends here will be by your side always. Anyway, its on a Holy Month. I believe God loves him alott. ( Not Aini from Bongo )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116064362572768643?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116064362572768643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116064362572768643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116064362572768643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116064362572768643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/10/dengdeng.html' title='DengDeng'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116054559766435023</id><published>2006-10-11T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:46:37.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geylang Serai</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Geylang Serai :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In a few hours time, the seven of us malay retailers from NS would be gathering for our break fast at town. Shireen, Azizah, Helena, Azman, Rezza, Shahryl &amp; ME! haha. Go retailerss!! *Pat on the back* Tonight we'll be heading to Geylang Serai. I cant wait to see the lightings. Light is my favourite actually. Hahahaha ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;See ya guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116054559766435023?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116054559766435023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116054559766435023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116054559766435023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116054559766435023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/10/geylang-serai.html' title='Geylang Serai'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116050957659561352</id><published>2006-10-11T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T03:49:47.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maths is funn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Motivation For `Maths`.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Since young, I hated Maths. Phobiatic to it that whenever I got sums to solve, I would give up easily and hop to the next question. I favour more to Science cause I just find it interesting and one of my ambition when I was in the Primary School, was to be an austronaut. Amusing right? Yea, astronomers, zoologist and birdlife (whatever they call it) science badges are still in this tin which I've kept. I miss collecting informations from the school garden just to have those 20 stars! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But still, Maths still play an important factor in my life. Because of this s-t-u-p-i-d maths, I've got to retake my O Levels. Mainly cause I have took it lightly and thought that Science would cover me up. 3 Weeks left for this crucial paper. Veins are so nervous right now. Thankfully, God loves me and gave me such a wonderful gift. Its this special someone who managed to change the whole conception of what I had in Maths. He helped me alot. Lots..! Damn clever lorr. Every question is manageable for him. From his testimonials, I knew Maths and Science is his forte. Phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thank you for the travelling &amp;amp; the encouragement you have given me. Hehe :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(^.^)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116050957659561352?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116050957659561352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116050957659561352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116050957659561352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116050957659561352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/10/maths-is-funn.html' title='maths is funn.'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116010769268721388</id><published>2006-10-06T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T12:13:05.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Driver!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ZZzzzzzzzzZzzZzZZZzZzZz......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PITY ME.&lt;/b&gt; Yesterday,for one whole day couldn't get myself to &lt;u&gt;sleep&lt;/u&gt; after having our meals in the wee morning. Too much Coffee I guess. So today, refrained myself fromhaving them but it was kind of tempting looking at my parents and sisters sipping Coffeefrom their cups. Duhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I thought by doing so, I could at least have an early sleep around &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;6 am.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Dammit. I was tossing around the bed hoping to get into my dreamland soon when all of a sudden, this driver from under the block were horning away! At first it didnt really made me and the neighbours flew into a rage. We thought it would stop any sooner but instead he continued to horn for the next 20mins. Worst, it was a long sound coming from the driver's car without any pause to it! Someone like me who didnt really care to look over the window to see what happened, might thought that the driver's was mentally retarded trying to call someone down. I thought he was alerting his family members that his car are ready to go. Some of the neighbours were so irritated that they eventually shouted with full of anger to the driver. Hehehe. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poor Driver!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After hearing the shouts, Immediately i look over the window. He was actually stuck in between 2 cars. The car beside him is not a major problem. Its just that the car infront of him park and made him stuck behind. He couldnt drive to work and thats the reason he horned his car. Haha.. In the end, the owner of the car beside him actually came down to move her car and allow him to go through from the side. Isk! &lt;b&gt;Next time pleaseee park ur car w ur brains lehh. Hehes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oki le, thats all to begin my day with. Kinda funny but its really pitiful to see that poor driver standing beside his car and get shouted at. Hehe. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sayonara~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Shopping for a new coat today! Yeaaa. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-116010769268721388?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116010769268721388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116010769268721388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116010769268721388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116010769268721388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/10/poor-driver.html' title='Poor Driver!'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-116001170645701794</id><published>2006-10-05T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T10:02:51.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Children's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 more days left for fasting. That means, I have a month to get myself all prepared for my O Levels. Hmm,.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By next Friday, my house will be all ready. Hacking &amp;amp; drilling needs to be done. Well, luckily it just take up one whole day to have it done. Yeaness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Sunday was a splendid occasion. Celebrated a friend's birthday at Esplanade, beginning it with a visit to Kampong Glam, The SURIA Raya Karnival. Well, it will be my last time going there man. It was so sucky and not much choice of food. I miss the mood of Ramadhan at Geylang Serai which is a whole lot better then this year. The lightings was average and the crowd was poor, eventhough it was on a Sunday that we went. So I would strongly recommend all the people out there to go to the Paya Lebar near the SingPost to buy their Raya necessities. We only took 10 mins of our time to browse through the stalls and then proceed to Esplanade, whereby we had our dinner at Glutton Bay. Hehehe.. Satay :P The Birthday boy Milo Dinosaur was a disaster! It was not chill and I guess its not nice at all. Haha. Isk,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esplanade is the best place to relax your mind and enjoy the outdoor performance. Sometimes there's those performance made by the local groups such as on that day, it was performed by Sheik Haikel. It was a performance for Children's Day! Haha. Happy Children's Day Shan :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sad thing, the MOE does not approve for the Change of School Centre. Haha. Looks like I have to sleepover at my Aunts place in Marsiling for 5 days! Whoaa. Im counting the days when my exams are gonna start! Faster le.. Stress liow..! Heheh.&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/33551463-116001170645701794?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/116001170645701794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=116001170645701794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116001170645701794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/116001170645701794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-childrens-day.html' title='Happy Children&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-115942605587900013</id><published>2006-09-28T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T10:03:51.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Top Ten About Me;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I need 10 hrs of &lt;u&gt;sleep.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I frequently took the opposite direction of the escalators &amp; nearly fall.&lt;br /&gt;*My radio is turned on 24 hrs. [ Perfect 10 ]&lt;br /&gt;*I only chat with close friends.&lt;br /&gt;*I sang 'wo yao chi,wo yao chi(i wanna eat)' with a &lt;u&gt;fcuking annoying tune&lt;/u&gt; when there's so many strangers around.&lt;br /&gt;*I will take &lt;u&gt;bike licence quietly&lt;/u&gt;. Sheeesh!&lt;br /&gt;*I am still unsure of my directions between right and left in malay language.&lt;br /&gt;*I love green tea &amp;amp; Campbell Soup alott!&lt;br /&gt;*I hate blood. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*I can &lt;u&gt;cook and i love ladies fingers!&lt;/u&gt; Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;*I use facial foam on my hair instead of shampoo, Haha.&lt;br /&gt;*I put my MSN on &lt;u&gt;busy mode&lt;/u&gt; when i'm super free,just so that no one would bother me.&lt;br /&gt;*I wanna hide away from everyone i know and write about some petty secrets no one knows.&lt;br /&gt;*I am &lt;u&gt;allergic to Vinegar.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-115942605587900013?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/115942605587900013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=115942605587900013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115942605587900013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115942605587900013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/09/top-ten-about-me-i-need-10-hrs-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-115942359869642962</id><published>2006-09-28T14:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T10:06:22.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koni`chiwa</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The day before today, Blogger.com makes my day. &lt;strike&gt;No&lt;/strike&gt;, really.I was in the midst of typing daily posts as usual when the Refresh button hit by itself all of a sudden.Dammit! I lost the whole rants within a few seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was actually trying to share my undesired experience while calling "X" hotline service. In a few weeks time, I'll be seating for a crucial paper. However, the Exam Centre is at Marsiling, Fuchun Sec. I won't succumb to waking up early,waiting like a &lt;strike&gt;sleepy-head&lt;/strike&gt; at the Bus Stop for the first bus to arrive. My problems that I encounter recently, trying to reach without fail was to change the School Examination Centre. There isnt any links even in the Hotline and their Website. Oh My! In the end I have to resort to emailing to their contacts at "X" which I think it will take days for them to reply me back. Worst comes to worst, I guess, I have to sleep at my aunt house in Marsiling. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Currently listening to 'Ring The Alarm' by Beyonce. Courtesy of Perfect Ten for playing the song. ]]White Sands library is really cool. Yea,its obviously smaller then Civic Library but the attention the librarians gave to you is better. For example, I was looking for Book On Languages. ( Japanese &amp; Mandarin ). I didnt wanna waste much time so I approached one of the librarians who were busy shelving the books. She just had to point a finger to a direction and I found it. Hehe,&lt;strike&gt; Bummers&lt;/strike&gt;! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its such a coincidence that me and my girlfriend are also leaving woodlands, the same time.But then, she shifted to a west area. Somewhere near to IKEA, Queenstown. Hey hey, there's an IKEA building up here too! Between Tampines and Pasir Ris roads.Not a bad area, heard from her its near to her Instituition and Chinatown. Hey girl, the first thing I will do when u open ur door to welcome me, I wanna see ur room! Its a designer room oki! I guess it must be full of fashion stuffs. Good luck ya girrrlll...! About the lecturer u told me, pretend she dont exist? But make sure u get all the tips from her. Haha. Shes&lt;strike&gt; bad&lt;/strike&gt;, damn. Favourism is out for me. &lt;strike&gt;!!!&lt;/strike&gt;Eventhough her niece is in the school, it doesnt mean she deserves more attention. I agree with you, totally. To heck to that Old hag! Seeing u venting ur anger in ur blog makes me more mad. Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my stomache is &lt;strike&gt;grumbling&lt;/strike&gt;. Abit-abit?? Hehe. Did wake up during the dawn to have our meals. I was too sleepy to have stomachs fully-filled. I can only remember I had a piece of chicken wing and rice, with eyes half closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Endure Izzah..&lt;/strike&gt; Haha. ;-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-115942359869642962?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/115942359869642962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=115942359869642962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115942359869642962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115942359869642962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/09/konichiwa_28.html' title='Koni`chiwa'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-115928144686944126</id><published>2006-09-26T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T22:37:26.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-115928144686944126?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/115928144686944126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=115928144686944126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115928144686944126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115928144686944126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-115916267468868002</id><published>2006-09-25T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T10:08:39.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what have i miss?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Welcome me back~  *Shrugs*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Its been quite sometime since i last chatted online &amp; rating a post up here. Been busy with my shifting stuffs and not to forget my O Levels. And so... its the month of the Holy Ramadhan. Today is actually our second day of fasting period. Cool huh? In a month, so many things thats happening. Haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So a dear friend was actually asking me out to accompany her to Kampong Glam tomorrow. Feels that its kinda early to go as its only our 3rd day we fast. Should see how ler.. :) I'm suffering from Work Sickness. HAAH; Its been like 2 months im nt working &amp; it bore me out. Did spend time with friends going to downtown east &amp;amp; beach trying to recall our memories but thats just not enuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Soon a new year is coming. This Ramadhan new resolution : Will try to do my Terawih prayers whenver I could. Yeah, that means..to be frank, I've nt been doing. For all the while i took it lightly. I thought its more complusory for guys &amp; girls can just stay at home. But after asking my dad a few qns, guess its just right that we women do it too. No harm mahh. Heheh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Supposedly, going to White Sands Library to mug with a friend. Duhh. Overslept eh dier? hahah.. Both of us were tired I guess. Well, maybe tired of blowing bubbles? Hahaha.. Lastly, Happy Fasting to all Muslimins. May this 2 months of Holy will be a smooth journey for us all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;InsyaAllah. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-115916267468868002?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/115916267468868002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=115916267468868002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115916267468868002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115916267468868002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-have-i-miss.html' title='what have i miss?'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-115756950026563991</id><published>2006-09-07T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T03:10:46.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imbiah Lookout</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Visited Sentosa today with a dear friend. This time round wasn't just plainly swimming and playing balls by the sandy beaches. We visited the Imbiah lookout. Thanks alot ya. I really enjoy to bits today. :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first thing we did upon arriving the HarbourFront was to take the cable car. I could feel the thrill of riding high above the sea! It was a magnificient aerial views of lush rainforest and the harbour below. Star Cruise Virgo was just down beneath our cable car. The next thing we did was to take the Carlsberg Sky Tower. It was an awe-inspiring 360 degrees panoramic views of Singapore, Sentosa and the Southern Islands. Rather scenic and breathtaking despite those Singhs who makes alot of hisses in the tower. There was no peace. Just voices of them guessing which building was right below their eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that we proceed to the Butterfly Park &amp;amp; Insect Kingdom. Beautiful butterflies flutter around in the cool outdoor conservatory. I'm so overwhelmed by their attractive designs painted on their wings. Its quite funny seeing your friend trying to get the butterflies away from there. Haha. I just knew that butterflies feed on pear. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was just a few minutes before the show to start at the Sentosa 4D Magix. It was a mind-blowing interactive experience! The theathre equipment and the visual effects, motion seats and "real" live environment effects mde my senses fully engagged. There was one part which was funny. Something jerk out from the bottom of our seats and tickle our toes! Haha. It made a small kid to break into tears cause he was terrified. Haha. Kesian... isk isk isk. :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just the perfect time to have our lunch cum breakfast. So we had this local fare which serves piping hot pizzas and cool juices, Sarpino's Pizzas. Yummy! Hehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then its time for some fun! Real Fun I mean! It was the Sentosa Luge ( Luge Cart features a unique steering and braking system ) I raced with this friend of mine and I was FIRST? Haha. We seems to be pretending its a vespa sehh. Isk! To get back to the starting point, we took a scenic treetop ride on the Chairlift. It seems I was somewhere in the Europe Region. If its happens that my slippers fell accidentally, thats it. Haha. :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cam whore! yeah...posing like a model. I think he can be one?! Hehes. The best place is the Images Of Singapore. We didnt really care bout the key personalities who helped Singapore's past but we were anxiously taking super poses with those figurines. Seriously, so many things to posed with. Kinda funny laa.. Actually we are just making fun of those figurines and their Culture.. Aiseyy.. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We slipped on board the Blue Bus heading to The Underwater World. ExotiC! Haha. I wasn't referring to the fishes eventually. Those Jap girls. He know what Im referring to! We kept bumping those 6 girls throughout the whole day. He was so elated when one of the girls seek for his help to snap their pictures with the Jelly Fish. Aiseyy! Where are all those cool Jap guys?! Heheh. Too bad, U can't take a photo with any of them! Hehehehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you have shy personality, I reckon Pink Dolphin suits you alot. When they matures, their skin colour changes from grey to pink. Cool right? My favourite was "Jumbo" from the Dolphin Lagoon. Hehehhe. I managed to hold its snub man! Wow... Feels like bringing "Jumbo" home? Can I?....Hehehehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The day was getting quite dark by then and we rush for the last red bus to go back to the Imbiah Lookout. We wanted to get up-close with The Merlion which the last entry was at 7.30. We took the yellow bus instead and had to drop off at another location. Gotten at the right queue but when the bus arrived, the Kiasu Indons just pushed us aback and get on board the bus. Leaving us from the queue and sadly we had to go to the Merlion by walking. Haha. But it was an experienced tho. We have to be more stern like behaving typically like them! Hahahahhaaas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We get to the head and body of the Merlion. Its cool. It was already around 7.40 and the Musical Fountain Show located beneath us was just about to start. We managed to catch a glimpse of the show. Phew..! Before ending the day, we insert a lucky gold coin into the mouths of Mercubs and bring home a Pewter Keyring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks, Thanks, Thanks a million. :-p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-115756950026563991?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/115756950026563991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=115756950026563991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115756950026563991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115756950026563991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/09/imbiah-lookout.html' title='Imbiah Lookout'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-115735643821622021</id><published>2006-09-04T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T15:53:58.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Weekends. It was so tiring. We managed to shift half of our items in the house and besides that, I still have to attend to some activities. Went to the AMP Teacher's Day. I was like cam-whoring with my buddy and then i took several pictures with my old classmates. Then yesterday met up with Wan Kay at Tampines Interchange to buy Azizah's Birthday gift. Then the day was still early..So we went to Starbucks to chill. Haha. But still we were the early birds. Stayed till past midnight then the rests was still our of sight. So I had to leave before them. Haha. That's all? A very short post today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-115735643821622021?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/115735643821622021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=115735643821622021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115735643821622021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115735643821622021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/09/party.html' title='Party !!'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-115701646216510320</id><published>2006-08-31T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:27:42.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;As I supposed, every ex students of each school gather to celebrate the Teacher's day with their favourable teachers. Somehow a meet up of old flames &amp; bestfriends after separating paths. Today wasn't up to my expectations. Our presence wasn't welcome well and some of my friends were shouted by the Security Guard? Damn. Besides that, my teacher was on a Medical Leave. Had to pass the gift to Venky instead. Overall, the ratings for the teachers day concert was average. I think those 2004 &amp;amp; 2005 was the best. Its not because I was performing, but the outcome of it. Somehow I think it didnt really overwhelmed us, the Silians. Had to say that the last dance performed by Fairul &amp; gang was the best. Proffessional standard. Dikir Barat was abit dissapointing as they had reused last year's patterns &amp;amp; wasn't as happening as before. But then, our main purpose to visit the school was to have a chat with the teachers but right after the concert, they went M.I.A. Off for their Lunch Reception. Terrible, should wait after seeing us right? Hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a few minutes time, boxes will be delivered to my house to pack all my stuffs. Will be shifting half of our furnitures tomorrow. The funny part, I was frantically looking for this particular shirt &amp;amp; skirt this morning but couldn't find it. Realised, it was already at my new house. Hahs. This week will be a super busy day for me. Tomorrow sleeping over at Pasir Ris then on Saturday, I'm coming to the AMP Teachers Day concert held at Pasir Ris CC. Yippee! So near..! Then Sunday meeting my dear, Wan Kay to Azizah's Chalet at Changi. Wooohooo! (=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-115701646216510320?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/115701646216510320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=115701646216510320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115701646216510320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115701646216510320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/08/teachers-day.html' title='Teachers Day'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-115695877701837138</id><published>2006-08-31T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T01:31:59.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My reason of quitting is not because of sadist reasons like I'm some crime offender who went beyond the law. Some are wondering why its a very short notice. I'm shifting to Pasir Ris guys. Didn't know it would be so early. Thought it would be the end of Sept. Opposite. Its the early Sept. None of my family members expected this. The buyer was a muslim &amp; they too wanted to shift before the fasting month &amp;amp; yeah..we have to give &amp; take (=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I can see commonly girls riding a bike. I've always wanted to get a vespa. A gold, lime green or white one. Once I have settled peacefully with the new house, I'll get the bike licence first. I mean it. I envy those girls with Vespa. Several times I spotted them with their boyfriend riding individual Vespa to Malay Weddings. How cool is that? Both had the same colour.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It looks like in 11 hours time, the Teacher's Day performance will start. Deeply missed my teachers especially Mrs Rahmat, Mr Venkat ( Venky ) &amp;amp; Cikgu Rafidah. For three consequtive years they have been guiding me. Cikgu had just given birth to a little baby. Hahs. Im not sure of the gender tho. Venky is still the same. Speeding lecturers throughout the whole lesson like a Tube in London. Mrs Rahmat, erhem... History generator machine cum lullaby singer to my class. As we used to be notorious in her class, some had already produced stinky liquid dripping out from their mouth on their tables. Hahs, Dreamland.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-115695877701837138?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/115695877701837138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=115695877701837138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115695877701837138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115695877701837138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/08/regrets.html' title='Regrets?'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-115692794618511188</id><published>2006-08-30T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T16:55:26.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humour</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Oh Goodness Gracious. I was in the midst of mugging when I received an attachment from Annie. Darn humorous &amp; it makes sense. The picture of the cat shows the difference of a word used commonly. "Mouse" &amp;amp; "Mouse". No difference right? Another picture well illustrated that I'm suffocating from public toilets. Human poo spread around the cubicle like nobody's business. Oh god', I'm freaking suffocated. Breathless..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/toilet-humour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/nurulizzah310/cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-115692794618511188?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/115692794618511188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=115692794618511188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115692794618511188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115692794618511188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/08/humour.html' title='Humour'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-115692240295666161</id><published>2006-08-30T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T15:34:53.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathom</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;God made animals sensitive to the environment, and also organs to react the moment they sense these stimulus from the surroundings, God even gave them a brain, so animals could learn from pass experiences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point now is, man was made the smartest animal of them all. I just don’t fathom why some humans just don’t sense what’s going around them - is it their brain or just the act of being ’retard’? even blachis have this sensitivity feature working! For those who’re slower, check out this and this for the meaning of blachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the surrounding sensitivity part. Humans are smart creatures, and beside responding to physical stimulus from the surroundings, human should be capable of sensing the opinions of people around you. I’ve been wondering why some human just lack that (sensing people’s opinions of you)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just something to share bout.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing daily reflection is really isn’t something pleasant. I don’t exactly set aside time for these ‘reflections’, but just spend freetime (while travelling?) thinking of some decisions I’ve made, things I did and whatever that just flashes in my head then…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try recalling events which happened few hours back, did you regret doing anything? Well, that’s life! harsh - only a chance to do anyone thing, and there isn’t this “NG” option which allows you to act in a wiser manner or whatever you wanted to change or improve. Thinking of this, the movie, ‘The Butterfly Effect’, just came to mind.This guy tried to change his past, so as to give others a better future…… and [no spoilers]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to regrets. I really wonder how many in the world could actually, RIP - die without regrets? While I tried to live on a day to day basis (this is my last day), life turns out meaningless - no aims, no purpose. You just don’t seem to care about anything around you, it’s just like being autistic… living in your own world.&lt;br /&gt;I do remember my friend mentioned what are the pros of being mentally challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first example he gave was, if you were to commit an offence, the law would unlikely charge you or can it even convict you of whatever you’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second, you aren’t so concern with what the world sees you as, materialism naturally goes out of the list. I can’t remember the third one. So if you’re one who is suicidal, I would recommend first try to get mental. I would think the impact on your family wouldn’t be as great as compared to losing someone (death).&lt;br /&gt;regrets and worldly posession differ just that bit. many live for them, but many die grateful to leave regrets behind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33551463-115692240295666161?l=diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/feeds/115692240295666161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33551463&amp;postID=115692240295666161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115692240295666161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33551463/posts/default/115692240295666161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofms-izzah.blogspot.com/2006/08/fathom.html' title='Fathom'/><author><name>Nurul Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13313053266106038993</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-33551463.post-115688306081258698</id><published>2006-08-30T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T04:28:48.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey Diary,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just dawn upon me to create a blog specially for my friends to read. Somehow, sharing a little stories about your life could be abit fun for oneself. Well, I've long wanted to join another Vocal Class. But then, Singapore has got a very limited classes. The one that I have joined before was excellent but I've gain enough knowledge from him. A veterant singer with a humble profile. So I am still surveying for one which actually can make me far one day. My voice are still not perfect. There are some rocky notes and my pitch are not that smooth yet. I mean, got to brush up abit. Razzi M from BlackDogBone managed to make a signifance change, from a teeny-weeny voice to thank god, a better voicing control.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just the latest news to share, I've just made a decision to quit. That would be my last resort. Yet, I have to. The fact that, I do wish to stay in Night Safari and working at the daily zoo kiosk. It has been fun working with those norcturnal friends of mine and not to forget friends whose always there when you needed them. Got a meeting on the 9th, but I can't make it. It just falls on the day that i'm shifting. Guess its true, change is imminent. Like my friend says so. Hey, to that friend of mine, your not weird. Everyone got different personality allright? Your welcome. All those gifts are a remembrance from me. Thank by the way, for the Ben &amp;amp; Jerry Treat. It was a pint right? Hahas. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besides that, would like to wish another friend of mine, thanks for the IPod Nano and the watch. Thanks for the late night chatting and being a great listening ear. I never hope for those. You gave my life an entire shock. But still, Thanks. (=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November is nearing. O Levels are just at the corner. Time for me to buck up. Happy mugging Iz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To all my friends, see ya on Teacher's Day! Can chill after that allright! 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