<?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-8864298322972732528</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:24:52.395-07:00</updated><category term='Three days it took for him to change his mind.'/><category term='What is happening to the world.'/><category term='What a wonderful world :D'/><category term='I will not contact him anymore. So fcuk it.'/><title type='text'>Ugly is the world we're on.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-1212144249289898350</id><published>2008-07-21T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T03:51:03.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COLD DAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SIRpxgqD-RI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Ifh9kVX4ksM/s1600-h/DSC00998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SIRpxgqD-RI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Ifh9kVX4ksM/s320/DSC00998.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225417766957480210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SIRpiuiHxxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y-LZ-7atv9g/s1600-h/DSC00994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SIRpiuiHxxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y-LZ-7atv9g/s320/DSC00994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225417512984233746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our attempts to make the cocktail on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;its looks tempting.&lt;br /&gt;the first pic was our FIRST attempt.&lt;br /&gt;the second was our second attempt with gelatin&lt;br /&gt;it made it worse actually&lt;br /&gt;hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLD DAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-1212144249289898350?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/1212144249289898350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=1212144249289898350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/1212144249289898350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/1212144249289898350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/07/cold-day.html' title='COLD DAY.'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SIRpxgqD-RI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Ifh9kVX4ksM/s72-c/DSC00998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-2487788447161040171</id><published>2008-07-20T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T02:47:54.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Question. Dont answer that.</title><content type='html'>duuuuuudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sunday and im stuck home.&lt;br /&gt;and to think iwas so excited for the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;my PM was "Its the weekends today!"&lt;br /&gt;you know, the newspaper jingle?&lt;br /&gt;and then Shrek said.&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;when i said "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;he was like "You not going out? Then what are you excited for the weekends to come?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like -______-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Af heard a disgusting noise in the library with me.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mean it, af. so sorry ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;that was before I told her about a disgusting noise I heard when I was at the library.&lt;br /&gt;this nyonyah was squatting down to find a book.&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly..&lt;br /&gt;"PRRRRRRRRRRRRRROT!"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go minimart.&lt;br /&gt;my mom said its just excuses to go jln2.&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please laa.&lt;br /&gt;jln2 kt minimart?&lt;br /&gt;tkder space pon nk jln2!&lt;br /&gt;pantat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my brother's Racial Harmony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaawd&lt;br /&gt;why is OURS so long from now.&lt;br /&gt;its this friday&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;i have already decided what to wear!&lt;br /&gt;I cant freaking wait!&lt;br /&gt;weee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are YOU guys wearing? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-2487788447161040171?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/2487788447161040171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=2487788447161040171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/2487788447161040171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/2487788447161040171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/07/stupid-question-dont-answer-that.html' title='Stupid Question. Dont answer that.'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-9057178024830355005</id><published>2008-07-12T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:04:03.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shit, my diet's went on Weird Mode again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SHjjeITq5tI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6u9I0n6S0RQ/s1600-h/DSC_1472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SHjjeITq5tI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6u9I0n6S0RQ/s320/DSC_1472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222173874701657810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SHji5d11kaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Xz9mYv_2f3Y/s1600-h/DSC_1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SHji5d11kaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Xz9mYv_2f3Y/s320/DSC_1476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222173244826948002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SHjguMBqu5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/tXVkfV3XrD0/s1600-h/DSC_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SHjguMBqu5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/tXVkfV3XrD0/s320/DSC_1526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222170852042914706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SHjd_8NZ6NI/AAAAAAAAANs/700VfQ6I1b0/s1600-h/DSC_1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SHjd_8NZ6NI/AAAAAAAAANs/700VfQ6I1b0/s320/DSC_1432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222167858499938514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swishswoosh. heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;first successful attempts taught by big brother.&lt;br /&gt;heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempts at Photography.&lt;br /&gt;99% by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;what they say is true man.&lt;br /&gt;you eat like there is no tomorrow sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;and its these times i sometimes regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what i ate today?&lt;br /&gt;i shant list it down as breakfast,lunch or dinner.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go boomboom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem.&lt;br /&gt;here we go.&lt;br /&gt;i had some veggie biscuits, then ate chicken curry to compensate yesterday (i didnt eat yesterday as i just ate curry chicken at school), mi goreng, curry ayam again, this time with rice, which i topped up again twice, chocolate cookies, kitkat, pizze 3 slices, icecream, pepsi. and some ricola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mannn, i sure hope i wont regret this in the future.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, if i get fatter then its okay.&lt;br /&gt;but if i get diabetes or sth, THAT is regrettable.&lt;br /&gt;ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakak ajah was bored today.&lt;br /&gt;then she smsed me for entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;man, i thought "Duuuude, you came to the right place."&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;then she said,&lt;br /&gt;"Im so treating myself to icecream"&lt;br /&gt;why myself, kakak?&lt;br /&gt;why not us?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;sounds nicer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more..&lt;br /&gt;family-ish..&lt;br /&gt;share and care.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what matters is, my dad was the one who blanjed in the end.&lt;br /&gt;NEW ZEALAND ice cream babeh.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;now i feel like shitting.&lt;br /&gt;-_____-''&lt;br /&gt;bon appetit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-9057178024830355005?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SHjjeITq5tI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6u9I0n6S0RQ/s72-c/DSC_1472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-1895589919793841144</id><published>2008-07-11T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T04:05:30.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Order up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SHc-CtyWy2I/AAAAAAAAANk/9-HudpBEZtg/s1600-h/DSC00978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SHc-CtyWy2I/AAAAAAAAANk/9-HudpBEZtg/s320/DSC00978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221710509330844514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SHc94TOgXQI/AAAAAAAAANc/p5ZPfAsTNC4/s1600-h/DSC00976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SHc94TOgXQI/AAAAAAAAANc/p5ZPfAsTNC4/s320/DSC00976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221710330402462978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SHc905nyKOI/AAAAAAAAANU/GVSulXw8y0k/s1600-h/DSC00974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SHc905nyKOI/AAAAAAAAANU/GVSulXw8y0k/s320/DSC00974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221710271989557474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SHc9w9Gc50I/AAAAAAAAANM/uk7Vc4bJDSE/s1600-h/DSC00970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SHc9w9Gc50I/AAAAAAAAANM/uk7Vc4bJDSE/s320/DSC00970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221710204204017474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY.&lt;br /&gt;had nothing on today.&lt;br /&gt;no art (mdm H had to go cresendo thinggy)&lt;br /&gt;no remedial (i wasnt selected for it)&lt;br /&gt;no hangouts (camelia wanted to out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was pretty much free.&lt;br /&gt;so nadiah suggested going to amk to get the book i wanted to so long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i considered.&lt;br /&gt;why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she said she was broke and her ezlink value was Zeeeero. sooo. she cant come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;we didnt even go amk.&lt;br /&gt;because the book was already on loan.&lt;br /&gt;i was too late ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have two books before this.&lt;br /&gt;so it should be okay.&lt;br /&gt;i'll live tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i ordered the wrong noodles.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i said Chicken Umian.&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be FRIED chicken Umian.&lt;br /&gt;there are two totally different things!&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;have to eat lor.&lt;br /&gt;haiyaa.&lt;br /&gt;lucky sedap&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-1895589919793841144?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/1895589919793841144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=1895589919793841144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/1895589919793841144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/1895589919793841144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/07/order-up.html' title='Order up!'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SHc-CtyWy2I/AAAAAAAAANk/9-HudpBEZtg/s72-c/DSC00978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-2675982397372596882</id><published>2008-07-08T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T02:59:58.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fcuking oral!!</title><content type='html'>I screwed up!&lt;br /&gt;my oral!&lt;br /&gt;fcukity fcukity fcuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teachers were like, staring at me..&lt;br /&gt;waiting for me to answer.&lt;br /&gt;and all i could do was to give that stupid smile!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for easy-hard-easy-hard-easy!&lt;br /&gt;eesssh!&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeowhfngdyifhalrkjrmgiohryowiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERAM SEH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the orals i did, i screwed this the most man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i needed someone to vent my anger on,&lt;br /&gt;no one i called picked up their damn phone&lt;br /&gt;camelia&lt;br /&gt;sarah&lt;br /&gt;afiqah&lt;br /&gt;nadiah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eesh!&lt;br /&gt;pantatt&lt;br /&gt;i had to call my cousin!&lt;br /&gt;who said.&lt;br /&gt;"Its over, and as long as you talk during the oral, it doesnt really matter if got link or not. just make sure you talk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking!&lt;br /&gt;great ah!&lt;br /&gt;i didnt talk.&lt;br /&gt;like i said,&lt;br /&gt;i was giving them that fcuking smile!&lt;br /&gt;chibaaaaai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geram seh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-9066744336382629964</id><published>2008-07-03T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T03:34:43.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut butter and cheese (:</title><content type='html'>Im feeling so crummy today!&lt;br /&gt;my art.&lt;br /&gt;eesh.&lt;br /&gt;teacher had to keep touching up my work.&lt;br /&gt;true, it means i have less work to do.&lt;br /&gt;but that also means my skills suck!&lt;br /&gt;and to overcome that problem, means MORE work.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just being impatient.&lt;br /&gt;see, i cant wait to see how my end product will end up.&lt;br /&gt;so maybe im just impatient.&lt;br /&gt;which may explain my ugliness.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and!&lt;br /&gt;i stayed the whole day at school to actually do my art canvas.&lt;br /&gt;all the way to 5.45pm!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;a first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hours of painting!&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;we actually skipped class, me and camelia.&lt;br /&gt;also su and af and han and erma and sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of all the olevel oral thinggy,&lt;br /&gt;all the teachers werent available after 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think sarah and su wanted to GO HOME.&lt;br /&gt;when we havent even confirmed if the teachers are going to come in or not.&lt;br /&gt;very bold.&lt;br /&gt;if sarah, yes i can understand.&lt;br /&gt;but c'mon! suaidah?&lt;br /&gt;skip school?&lt;br /&gt;its like Peanut butter and Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;cannot go together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then camelia was like &lt;br /&gt;"Tkleh, aku puasa! korang nk gi, pegi ah. Aku tk kesa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baik ahh!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;no seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-9066744336382629964?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/9066744336382629964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=9066744336382629964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/9066744336382629964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/9066744336382629964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/07/peanut-butter-and-cheese.html' title='Peanut butter and cheese (:'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-5104855415921206261</id><published>2008-06-28T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:46:46.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why my previous entry was boring.</title><content type='html'>sorry guys.\&lt;br /&gt;someone just commented my previous entry was BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;that was ebcause i had to update 3 blogs now.&lt;br /&gt;mine, the escapes blog and of course, my novel blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats was why i was in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ad thus my blog entry was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;after eating KFC CHICKEN yesterday, iwas damn full till the night.&lt;br /&gt;and then  parents got home and actually bought 3 whole chicken!&lt;br /&gt;arnold's!&lt;br /&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;more chicken?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tkleh angkat.&lt;br /&gt;so muak siaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cam would know this.&lt;br /&gt;remember the pain i kept complaining about in my finger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was probing it around with a needle.&lt;br /&gt;it had gotten more swollen than before seh.&lt;br /&gt;i think i poked a soft spot.&lt;br /&gt;and prrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;all the yellow stuff come out.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;iwas so happy.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;kept squeezing and squeezing until my finger went red.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there is the pimple on my nose bridge.&lt;br /&gt;become worse also.&lt;br /&gt;i pressed it ystrday, only water came out.&lt;br /&gt;no yellow stuff.&lt;br /&gt;it cant get any better because its the EXACT spot where my glasses rest on&lt;br /&gt;-___________-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant really &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; without my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;where does that leave me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and madrasah starts tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Geog and SS Mock exams on MOnday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-5104855415921206261?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/5104855415921206261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=5104855415921206261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/5104855415921206261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/5104855415921206261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/06/reasons-why-my-previous-entry-was.html' title='Reasons why my previous entry was boring.'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-3884116130472409011</id><published>2008-06-27T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T05:13:29.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KFC. food to the heart.</title><content type='html'>had fun jsut now duuuuude/&lt;br /&gt;we had to do the Food from the Heart thinggy.&lt;br /&gt;best gilller.&lt;br /&gt;the AC was on, but there was no cool air AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;and all the bungalows there are beautiful maaaan.&lt;br /&gt;lawar giler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we ate KFC.&lt;br /&gt;yummy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-3884116130472409011?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/3884116130472409011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=3884116130472409011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/3884116130472409011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/3884116130472409011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/06/kfc-food-to-heart.html' title='KFC. food to the heart.'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-133216109631059379</id><published>2008-06-26T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T05:19:39.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fasting</title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mann.&lt;br /&gt;the Escapes blog is up and running people!&lt;br /&gt;if you guys want, you hafta ask us personally.&lt;br /&gt;erma, dont u go link in ur blog pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;I fasted just now.&lt;br /&gt;cam was all, "asal semue org moody ni?" NON STOP.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. she repeated that question in less than 2mins from the last time she asked it.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because, it was a long day/&lt;br /&gt;and tiring also.&lt;br /&gt;and we are all fasting (expt Su and Erma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we made it through!&lt;br /&gt;weeee~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe next monday, i'll fast too (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-133216109631059379?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/133216109631059379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=133216109631059379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/133216109631059379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/133216109631059379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/06/fasting_26.html' title='Fasting'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-1434830368894245293</id><published>2008-06-24T05:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T05:40:34.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I will not contact him anymore. So fcuk it.'/><title type='text'>fasting</title><content type='html'>duuude, first things first maaan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AHMAD!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may you be blessed with all the luck you have left!&lt;br /&gt;one year older, one year closer to die!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;no laaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;jk (:&lt;br /&gt;hope you had a rad day, duuude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, ahmad had a cake jsut now.&lt;br /&gt;camelia was so pissed in this part.&lt;br /&gt;she was BLABBERING about how she contributed $1 and she felt cheated.&lt;br /&gt;because she didnt get a slice.&lt;br /&gt;i GRABBED a slice of chocolate for all of us to share.&lt;br /&gt;but no one shared besides me and camelia.&lt;br /&gt;who pinched a little.&lt;br /&gt;ehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was mad because when we came around the corner, many were coming towards the toilet&lt;br /&gt;there were cake all over their legs, face, everywhere&lt;br /&gt;and that was what pissed camelia off.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway,&lt;br /&gt;busy busy busy day.&lt;br /&gt;fasted today.&lt;br /&gt;until recess that is.&lt;br /&gt;i realized it was a pretty long day to fast.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, if its a normal school day that ends at around 4.30pm&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can.&lt;br /&gt;but today's sch ended at 5.30!&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand it mann.&lt;br /&gt;so yea.&lt;br /&gt;sorry ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-1434830368894245293?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/1434830368894245293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=1434830368894245293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/1434830368894245293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/1434830368894245293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/06/fasting.html' title='fasting'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-293992254455133891</id><published>2008-06-23T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T07:27:45.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day</title><content type='html'>duuuddde many embarrassing moments today mann.&lt;br /&gt;at school and AFTER school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, during literature class, (after recess)&lt;br /&gt;i think i looked very not me, i was open mouthed, staring into space, eyes bulging out i think.&lt;br /&gt;then teacher asked "Nurul, are you okay? you look abit dazed.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like, -____-''&lt;br /&gt;plus, i sat at the back of the class, so i know if everyone was looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? everyone was. you knw how i know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone turned?&lt;br /&gt;DUH.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after school. alamak....&lt;br /&gt;it was windy. very the gusty wind.&lt;br /&gt;so me and su were pretending to fly in the wind&lt;br /&gt;(so much for sec 4 girls eh)&lt;br /&gt;i initiated it.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;then i stopped, and waited for the rest to catch up. so i did the &lt;br /&gt;"Ahh, help meeee.!!!" thinggy.&lt;br /&gt;ALANGKAH terkejut aku when i saw that next to me was a bunch of Coral malay guys!&lt;br /&gt;PLUS!&lt;br /&gt;i was under the void deck and under the void deck in front of my school,&lt;br /&gt;in the walls, there are HUGE holes in them.&lt;br /&gt;i was exaggerating all of my "Help-meee-the-gust-is-blowing-me-away" IN THAT HOLE, IN FULL VIEW OF THE CORALLITE GUYS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;its like, a ready made stage!&lt;br /&gt;full showcase!&lt;br /&gt;ahh fuck!&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if thats not enough, at the bus interchange, i was at the ticketing Office to do my brother's new ezlink. I had to fork out my own $21! cos he's poly. sheesh. i shouldnt have suggested that sehh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well. he helped me with my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, the woman inside talked damn softly.&lt;br /&gt;bafiqah was there.&lt;br /&gt;and everytime the lady talks, i "huh" at her.&lt;br /&gt;padahal she wasnt even talking to me!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;malu sia.&lt;br /&gt;it didnt happen once FYI.&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought it was over, Mdm Lina came by.&lt;br /&gt;she went home with baf.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyoo. a way to say Hello School!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;lame.&lt;br /&gt;happy Second School Day!&lt;br /&gt;for tmrw (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-293992254455133891?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/293992254455133891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=293992254455133891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/293992254455133891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/293992254455133891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/06/1st-day.html' title='1st day'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-8811263358653125464</id><published>2008-06-21T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T05:08:34.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three days it took for him to change his mind.'/><title type='text'>Ill give u something u can scream about.</title><content type='html'>Duuuude. Stomach ache mannnn.&lt;br /&gt;ate at Chai Chee just now.&lt;br /&gt;was too stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;hafta release some.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, new maid, people.&lt;br /&gt;the more i see the new maid, the more i start to miss her.&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Ni.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;she didnt really gimme a call.&lt;br /&gt;so far, no letters also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my new top&lt;br /&gt;GIORDANO (:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;I wore it 3 times straight without washing. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;loved it too much.&lt;br /&gt;so if you guys see me wearing it for 3 times ardy, you hafta understand.&lt;br /&gt;gawd. i cant believe i just shared this online.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im looking for another similar top. no la, no mor GIORDANO. cant afford. &lt;br /&gt;i bought that only because my mom bought it for me. &lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starting maaaan.&lt;br /&gt;I must know where i put Suaidah's scrunchie. &lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i almost lost her eraser once, lost her potractor (she claimed it was her fave one) and i dont want to lose this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that time i saw her, it was on my damn wrist! but i didnt even remember to give it to her. she sat just BESIDE ME MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geram siak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, english, maths, chemistry, social studies and hmm, thats all. Homework left to do. haha, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;report card is still not signed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u seen this Archie story.&lt;br /&gt;he challenged his dad to sign while closing his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;his dad took the challenge, only to sign on his report card. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i want to try that.&lt;br /&gt;wait, who doesnt? haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-8811263358653125464?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/8811263358653125464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=8811263358653125464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/8811263358653125464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/8811263358653125464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/06/ill-give-u-something-u-can-scream-about.html' title='Ill give u something u can scream about.'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-695838748215285878</id><published>2008-06-19T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T07:24:27.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ISKETCH</title><content type='html'>HEY duuuuuude.&lt;br /&gt;Hiaaaaak-dussssh!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;influenced duuuuude.&lt;br /&gt;i just watched KungFu Pandaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;you'll laugh from head to toe!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;as in, from beginning to end?&lt;br /&gt;geddit?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i think Po is so CUUUUUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i like the part when Mantis/Crane said:&lt;br /&gt;"How can he be the Dragon Warrior if he cant even &lt;em&gt;touch&lt;/em&gt; his toes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Monkey (Jackie Chan) said:&lt;br /&gt;"Can he even &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; his toes?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i think that part damn cute sehhh!&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie is the Tigress.&lt;br /&gt;she very sleeeek.&lt;br /&gt;very coool.&lt;br /&gt;and she hates Po.&lt;br /&gt;because he was chosen and not her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt really get to see much.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, yes, the whole pic yes, i can see ahh.&lt;br /&gt;but the details.&lt;br /&gt;haiyooo&lt;br /&gt;i cant see&lt;br /&gt;i asked my brother to bring my glasses along.&lt;br /&gt;he didnt.&lt;br /&gt;sheeesh.&lt;br /&gt;my mood broke ahh because of him.&lt;br /&gt;panttaaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, right now, waiting for my cousin to play an online game a friend introduced me.&lt;br /&gt;www.isketch.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it ouuuuut!&lt;br /&gt;suaidah has made many international friends from here.&lt;br /&gt;sarah wants to try the same. haha.&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i just wanna enjoy the game. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-695838748215285878?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/695838748215285878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=695838748215285878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/695838748215285878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/695838748215285878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/06/isketch.html' title='ISKETCH'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-5481749586968834287</id><published>2008-06-16T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T03:57:57.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first timer eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SFZGyZQoscI/AAAAAAAAANE/SPhTlT_AHOE/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SFZGyZQoscI/AAAAAAAAANE/SPhTlT_AHOE/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212431450315993538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good eh.&lt;br /&gt;after wild wild wet trip :D&lt;br /&gt;hoola pants babehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duuuuudes and duuuuudettes.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to go play POOOOOL yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;best gillller!&lt;br /&gt;duh eh, first time :D&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;even for a first time, i aint that bad.&lt;br /&gt;abang (as usual) nk step pro mane. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but he was OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;not that good either&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;im writing this cos i know he doesnt read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SFZBPYTxcNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/PnKrR5tpb1A/s1600-h/edited+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SFZBPYTxcNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/PnKrR5tpb1A/s320/edited+pool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212425351207153874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;too bad my face sucks.&lt;br /&gt;you should have seen my other pose. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then abang just had to lose his ezlink.&lt;br /&gt;so, who's the blur sotong one now?&lt;br /&gt;first me, then him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;runs in the blood i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at night, my cousin slept over. we chatted and chatted until 4am! &lt;br /&gt;can you believe it!? i cant.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, the latest time i slept when a cousin sleeps over is 3++am i think.&lt;br /&gt;but 4am?haha&lt;br /&gt;i slept only for a moment when i realized the sun has already come up.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that night, i tried out my photography skills. &lt;br /&gt;ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SFZDBdOdcyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KvIG39c0iBY/s1600-h/DSC_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SFZDBdOdcyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KvIG39c0iBY/s320/DSC_0482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212427311032136482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SFZDuh5GEVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fV8DMDmFRfU/s1600-h/DSC_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SFZDuh5GEVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fV8DMDmFRfU/s320/DSC_0495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212428085378814290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SFZEuPFTEII/AAAAAAAAAM8/HTlGwKzMJ8k/s1600-h/DSC_0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SFZEuPFTEII/AAAAAAAAAM8/HTlGwKzMJ8k/s320/DSC_0500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212429179841351810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it aint that bad eh for a first timer :D&lt;br /&gt;riiight?&lt;br /&gt;im working on it.&lt;br /&gt;im working on the SLR thinggy.&lt;br /&gt;the light exposure thinggy.&lt;br /&gt;all the photography thinggy.&lt;br /&gt;hehhe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-5481749586968834287?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/5481749586968834287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=5481749586968834287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/5481749586968834287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/5481749586968834287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-timer-eh.html' title='first timer eh?'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SFZGyZQoscI/AAAAAAAAANE/SPhTlT_AHOE/s72-c/DSC_0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-8108090293740830986</id><published>2008-06-14T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:02:51.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>east coast.</title><content type='html'>HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever walked?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well duh.&lt;br /&gt;Lemme rephrase that.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever walked from ONE end of East Coast Beach to the other a FEW times?&lt;br /&gt;because you did NOT know where the place is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SFPAxPddPgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/oo80KYmVi1M/s1600-h/P6142797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SFPAxPddPgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/oo80KYmVi1M/s320/P6142797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211721145994001922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THESE people did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap.&lt;br /&gt;you got it&lt;br /&gt;from one end to another.&lt;br /&gt;kept getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;and dont get me started on how long we took to get there&lt;br /&gt;went round and round and round and round and round.&lt;br /&gt;and when we got there, my foot was already producing blisters.&lt;br /&gt;my yellow slippers wasnt going to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;af, of course, tried to call her bro.&lt;br /&gt;in vain.&lt;br /&gt;it was switched off.&lt;br /&gt;her mom later called.&lt;br /&gt;saying her brother 'broke' his arm and also lost his hp.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, someone STOLE it. &lt;br /&gt;-_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what luck.&lt;br /&gt;nw you tell me,&lt;br /&gt;how on EARTH are we going to locate that boy?&lt;br /&gt;we did locate the place (AT LONG LAST)&lt;br /&gt;but we didnt locate the boy!&lt;br /&gt;where was the BOY!&lt;br /&gt;we  came all the way from PR and didnt even get a glimpse of the action!&lt;br /&gt;all mats and minahs were there. &lt;br /&gt;and trust me, we did look like minahs hanging around there, looking for her brother.&lt;br /&gt;like sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last, we didnt meet her brother at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i slept on my own after 16 years of not doing so :D&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;first time to everything i say.&lt;br /&gt;it was a lil scary at first&lt;br /&gt;my brother had the liberty to go cycling that night.&lt;br /&gt;so practically, i was alone.&lt;br /&gt;the room next to me was empty!&lt;br /&gt;i was... alone.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, instincts ask me to call afiqah.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i did.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;thanks, duuuuuuude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping alone do have its benefits.&lt;br /&gt;you can hang on the phone without having to consider the people around&lt;br /&gt;if you're bothering them or not.&lt;br /&gt;and you can read your library book till late into night.&lt;br /&gt;without having to bother someone with your light.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hell, i do miss her.&lt;br /&gt;her slippers are here seh.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i see her slippers, i remember her :(&lt;br /&gt;i cant her a fright anymore.&lt;br /&gt;no more shock,&lt;br /&gt;no more sneaking up to.&lt;br /&gt;no more irritating accent.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-8108090293740830986?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/8108090293740830986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=8108090293740830986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/8108090293740830986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/8108090293740830986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/06/east-coast.html' title='east coast.'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SFPAxPddPgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/oo80KYmVi1M/s72-c/P6142797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-5373144575155258956</id><published>2008-06-10T23:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:41:38.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>geat</title><content type='html'>my brother is digging his ear.&lt;br /&gt;oka okay.&lt;br /&gt;he's not.&lt;br /&gt;(he's slapping me now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate Fillet-O-Fish.&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;or is it.&lt;br /&gt;Fish-O-Fillet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of which,&lt;br /&gt;that question has been with me for many many years.&lt;br /&gt;i never got that answered.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many times i eat that burger.&lt;br /&gt;i never knew which way is which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo-kaayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nadiah prolly havent woken up from her beauty sleep yet.&lt;br /&gt;smsed her at noon earlier.&lt;br /&gt;now is...&lt;br /&gt;2.37pm&lt;br /&gt;still no reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wants to follow me go AMK see.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;find the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;because i lost my exlink card last time&lt;br /&gt;i made a new one&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;i have to pay&lt;br /&gt;$5! to make new membership!&lt;br /&gt;sheesh or what?&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to be borrowing books?&lt;br /&gt;i love books!&lt;br /&gt;books are my besties for now!&lt;br /&gt;HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nemind&lt;br /&gt;what are friend's brother's library cards for?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;(inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my maid is going home this friday.&lt;br /&gt;this IS a shocking truth.&lt;br /&gt;idk why&lt;br /&gt;she said its because of her brother.&lt;br /&gt;i know what it is actually because of.&lt;br /&gt;and i think its me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bcoz of the ezlink incident&lt;br /&gt;and my being mad at her. &lt;br /&gt;its me.&lt;br /&gt; she wants to go home because of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-5373144575155258956?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/5373144575155258956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=5373144575155258956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/5373144575155258956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/5373144575155258956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/06/geat.html' title='geat'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-6669286910966570775</id><published>2008-06-09T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T06:25:36.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who you gonna call? haha.,</title><content type='html'>NOT my day today.&lt;br /&gt;i got betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;and scolded.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had literature lesson&lt;br /&gt;SS cancelled babeh!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but tmrow's still on -____-''&lt;br /&gt;i hate SS.&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute, WHO DOESNT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks sarah for temaning go library to borrow a book.&lt;br /&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;br /&gt;nope. &lt;br /&gt;not the Vampire thinggy.&lt;br /&gt;but more of the The Mediator series.&lt;br /&gt;the last book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn camm you're funny.&lt;br /&gt;from book one to five you have.,&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to the FINAL.&lt;br /&gt;the MOST CRITICAL.&lt;br /&gt;the ENDING&lt;br /&gt;THE TENSION!&lt;br /&gt;THE SUSPENSE!&lt;br /&gt;THE FUN PART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you lost the BOOK!&lt;br /&gt;arggghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had to go to Sengkang to get the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still got one more book to look for.&lt;br /&gt;may be going tomorrow with nadiah.&lt;br /&gt;HIGH FIVE.&lt;br /&gt;a stephanie plum novel.!&lt;br /&gt;me likey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, man,&lt;br /&gt;you are crap man Z.&lt;br /&gt;so fcuking egoistic.&lt;br /&gt;get a life, dickhead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-6669286910966570775?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/6669286910966570775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=6669286910966570775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/6669286910966570775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/6669286910966570775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-you-gonna-call-haha.html' title='who you gonna call? haha.,'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-3076180943512390737</id><published>2008-06-08T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T06:05:36.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jacket</title><content type='html'>HEY YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from PEninsula.&lt;br /&gt;had to follow aunty ni go retrieve her letter from her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let me tell you, OMG.&lt;br /&gt;the crowd in there!&lt;br /&gt;tkleh angkat!&lt;br /&gt;there were MINIMUM girls.&lt;br /&gt;the place was SWARMING with Myanmar guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were some young ones.&lt;br /&gt;and some good looking ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smell... OMGGGG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine.&lt;br /&gt;idk why, but suddenly i got angry.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, maybe it was the place.&lt;br /&gt;or the fact that she was walking too slowly.&lt;br /&gt;or it was the inconsiderate crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but OMG.&lt;br /&gt;NEVER COME TO PENIN ON SUNDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;unless your looking for place to smell odours.&lt;br /&gt;you'll be spoilt for choices, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buTt!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to her too,&lt;br /&gt;i got meself a jacket!&lt;br /&gt;finally!&lt;br /&gt;i can wear tank tops now with the jacket on of course.&lt;br /&gt;singapore not THAT cold right.&lt;br /&gt;nemind&lt;br /&gt;extra.&lt;br /&gt;(what i learnt from Suaidah for the past 4 years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for my ART!&lt;br /&gt;on tues!&lt;br /&gt;can start on my canvas ardy!&lt;br /&gt;and mine's a square.&lt;br /&gt;and its gonna cost me mum $49.95!&lt;br /&gt;instead of the usual, $30.00 ++ i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin had to pay frigging $500.00 for her Olevels!!!&lt;br /&gt;ex siaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. thats it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-3076180943512390737?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/3076180943512390737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=3076180943512390737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/3076180943512390737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/3076180943512390737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/06/jacket.html' title='jacket'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-8134172129004818178</id><published>2008-06-04T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T06:22:27.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GHOSTBUSTERS</title><content type='html'>HEY HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;my blog is updated. &lt;br /&gt;pardon yeah to you guys who so wanted to read about my life.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;wo-kaayyy&lt;br /&gt;sounds.. stalkish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay what am i talking about!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;made my IC ardy.&lt;br /&gt;cost me mum $100.&lt;br /&gt;man, i feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we took taxi to aunty ivy's shop.&lt;br /&gt;and so, i was looking out the window, admiring the scenery it offered.&lt;br /&gt;and then, I HAD SOMETHING TO ADMIRE.&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN SOMEONE!&lt;br /&gt;and that someone is SO HOT!&lt;br /&gt;SO F'ING HOT!&lt;br /&gt;ARRRGGHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;he was  so HOT that i SANGGUP SANGGUP go down the taxi and go say hi to him or sth.&lt;br /&gt;or atleast, attract some attention from him.&lt;br /&gt;if you know what i mean..&lt;br /&gt;ey ey ey?!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE WAS SO HOT LAAA!&lt;br /&gt;he was carrying a ball i think.&lt;br /&gt;looks like rugby.&lt;br /&gt;oooh, i loikeyy!&lt;br /&gt;aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS SUAIDAHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS SARAAAAAHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS ERMAAAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go out.&lt;br /&gt;sarah like real only wanna stay indoors the whole month. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and really, i know you guys miss reading about my life, but eversince Camelia did the password thinggy, it became worse. Even I cant go into my own blog. Too effective. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-8134172129004818178?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/8134172129004818178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=8134172129004818178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/8134172129004818178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/8134172129004818178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/06/ghostbusters.html' title='GHOSTBUSTERS'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-3456727564418850647</id><published>2008-05-29T05:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T05:29:43.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SD6fT7oiM1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/O8gEYrM5BY4/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SD6fT7oiM1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/O8gEYrM5BY4/s320/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205773384060908370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;we got everything settled.&lt;br /&gt;and the only thing we have to do now, is come up with a new name. &lt;br /&gt;of course, I would be upset because after all, i was the one who came up with&lt;br /&gt;ESCAPEHHHHssss.&lt;br /&gt;gahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yeap, now we have to come up with a new name&lt;br /&gt;which means so-called NEW BEGINNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met up and talked at Pasir RIs beach, very hot. very romantic. &lt;br /&gt;then yeah, we confessed everything.&lt;br /&gt;camelia was acting funny.&lt;br /&gt;sarah was all giggles one moment and then, all teary the next.&lt;br /&gt;su was VIBRATION all the way.&lt;br /&gt;haniz was also teary.&lt;br /&gt;so was i.&lt;br /&gt;af was talk talk talk talk talk all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. jk jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we ate macd at Elias Mall.&lt;br /&gt;when erma had to go off early.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i got chased by a DOG!&lt;br /&gt;A FREAKING DOG!&lt;br /&gt;infront of the soccer court!&lt;br /&gt;urrgghhh!&lt;br /&gt;full of guys playing soccer!&lt;br /&gt;full of MALAY guys playing guys!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maluuu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-3456727564418850647?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/3456727564418850647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=3456727564418850647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/3456727564418850647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/3456727564418850647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/05/ela.html' title='ELA'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SD6fT7oiM1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/O8gEYrM5BY4/s72-c/DSC00723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-3012151185335434050</id><published>2008-05-26T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T02:45:01.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What a wonderful world :D'/><title type='text'>thanks erma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9WlbQPmXg08&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9WlbQPmXg08&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH! tk menyesal! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY.&lt;br /&gt;had our Olevels MT paper just now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyooo.&lt;br /&gt;susah siaaa.&lt;br /&gt;the Paper One. &lt;br /&gt;rabak ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;tabiat is 'habit' right?&lt;br /&gt;i wrote about this guy who has a habit of gorging himself when he is feeling down&lt;br /&gt;can right?&lt;br /&gt;cikgu nora was like "HAAAHHH!???"&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey.&lt;br /&gt;i WON $20 Swensens VOUCHER! &lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;treating my parents tonight.&lt;br /&gt;i know, cheapskate.&lt;br /&gt;but i won it.&lt;br /&gt;and im using it for my parents.&lt;br /&gt;hey, the thought that counts kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone said i looked like hanis -_-&lt;br /&gt;wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ila.&lt;br /&gt;thanks erma for temaning me just now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-3012151185335434050?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/3012151185335434050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=3012151185335434050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/3012151185335434050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/3012151185335434050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/05/thanks-erma.html' title='thanks erma.'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-6692166162262182763</id><published>2008-05-25T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T03:55:43.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SDlAJroiM0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/266y8a-A1uw/s1600-h/DSC00635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SDlAJroiM0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/266y8a-A1uw/s320/DSC00635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204261379479057218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, just got back from 'family' outing. haha. exception of big brother. go play ball with his friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;its been a flash of time?&lt;br /&gt;because i remembered on the whiteboard,&lt;br /&gt;it was 55 DAYS to Mother Tongue Olevels.&lt;br /&gt;and now?&lt;br /&gt;its barely 24hours away ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk why.&lt;br /&gt;im pretty confident for my paper TWO.&lt;br /&gt;not for paper ONE.&lt;br /&gt;cikgu nora had mentioned before&lt;br /&gt;my language SUCKS&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;she didnt exactly use THAT word la.&lt;br /&gt;but in other words,&lt;br /&gt;(i mean, excluding the fact that she was half choking me when she said that)&lt;br /&gt;it was more or less the same.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im also worried for my letter writing.&lt;br /&gt;Man, i do hope i can get AT THE &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; LEAST, a B3.&lt;br /&gt;i so dont want to take again.&lt;br /&gt;waste precious time for studying other impt subjects&lt;br /&gt;like freaking physics&lt;br /&gt;and chemistry,&lt;br /&gt;maybe maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Worry refers to negative self-talk that often distracts the mind from focusing on the problem at hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when students become anxious during a test, they may repeatedly tell themselves they are going to fail, or they can't remember the material or that their teacher will become angry with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thinking interferes with focusing on the test as the speech areas of the brain that are needed to complete test questions are being used for worrying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WIKIPEDIAAAA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap, how true seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i got a teeny weeny problem.&lt;br /&gt;it concerns my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, yes, I, I MYSELF admit, we have been avoiding her.&lt;br /&gt;and she may think,&lt;br /&gt;that WE are the WRONG ones here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time and again, we have tried giving her chances,&lt;br /&gt;through so-called CONFESSIONS sessions.&lt;br /&gt;but she still wouldnt change.&lt;br /&gt;I have tried telling her personally.&lt;br /&gt;she just wouldnt change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over little2 things, she blows up.&lt;br /&gt;like, when we didnt want to follow her to go to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;she compares herself with others.&lt;br /&gt;saying that if the others want to go,&lt;br /&gt;we ALL go.&lt;br /&gt;but if she wants to go, we ALL dont want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when some didnt tag at her blog,&lt;br /&gt;she blows up.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, YOU, my friend, have to understand.&lt;br /&gt;you write something which doesnt concern them.&lt;br /&gt;you cant really blame them.&lt;br /&gt;you should know that your blog includes mostly from your WOC friends, your primary friends, your tuition friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, your comparing US with BAMIZAH.&lt;br /&gt;if you think she's your friend,&lt;br /&gt;then go ahead and hang with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sad, &lt;br /&gt;yes, i agree with her conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;that Hey, Sec 4 friendships are HARD to handle.&lt;br /&gt;and very very fragile.&lt;br /&gt;But i doubt she thinks she is half culpable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sad,&lt;br /&gt;this is the moment when we need one another the most,&lt;br /&gt;it has to happen NOW.&lt;br /&gt;just when we are seperating, who knows, for good.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-6692166162262182763?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SDlAJroiM0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/266y8a-A1uw/s72-c/DSC00635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-6448224525147311346</id><published>2008-05-23T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T05:38:38.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHEESH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SDa6wjXvgNI/AAAAAAAAAME/VBJlZnxvh04/s1600-h/news08-mcfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SDa6wjXvgNI/AAAAAAAAAME/VBJlZnxvh04/s320/news08-mcfly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203551762764497106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SDa6hzXvgMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kbSIXZtEpf4/s1600-h/mcfly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SDa6hzXvgMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kbSIXZtEpf4/s320/mcfly2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203551509361426626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have finished reading "Four to Score" in two days. Yeap, damn right its addictive. haha. not only the R(A) parts (that i love to let my friends read, knowing that they CONPEM steam one) , but also the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;as you all know, N(C)16 is writing a book right? i need all the inspirations and ideas i can have, No, not literally IDEAS, more like ideas on how to actually 'phrase' a sentence to make it realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so far, this is boring for you guys. haha. so let me touch on something FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;ok. guys who are involved, please dont reveal her name =.='' not on the tagboard please. haha. haniz, im talking about you, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22th May 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwyay.&lt;br /&gt;its my friend. we were going up to the auditorium for lecture from our principal, so we were going up the stairs right?&lt;br /&gt;she was infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;i was shiok talking to my another classmate.&lt;br /&gt;then, when i turned to look infront, I WAS SCARED OUT OF MY WITS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*something was NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT right on her skirt, and she HAVE AND HAD to change her skirt!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;she went to the office of course, we followed her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;she changed into a skirt, but its like f'd up short. hahha.&lt;br /&gt;and it was soooo... sooooo. erm... &lt;br /&gt;cute? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we had to split class seh. i was actually alone. so was camelia. haiyaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we appealed and we got to the same class as Af and haniz :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had our break. af and haniz had to meet up with Mdm B.&lt;br /&gt;so me and cam head on to our classes first.&lt;br /&gt;i had the sudden brainblast to hide af's pencil case. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam was like&lt;br /&gt;"NURUL! nanti apape dier blame aku tau!"&lt;br /&gt;i was like , err, so? &lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true enough, when she came back into the class and discovered that her pencil case was missing,&lt;br /&gt;the first place she looked into was camelia's bag!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wow, what BFFs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it wasnt there, af was already on the brink of crying. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying my back not to look obvious.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess, it wasnt because af didnt notice me :D&lt;br /&gt;she still blamed camelia. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then camelia had to burst her bubble!&lt;br /&gt;"NURUL! give her back la!"&lt;br /&gt;i was like, DAMN! just when it was working perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__________________________________-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, you damn right, its a 'long' face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23th May 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received our report books today.&lt;br /&gt;im so sad.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt improve my sciences (I thought i had :[ )&lt;br /&gt;especially for my chemistry&lt;br /&gt;usually i get like, &gt;2o marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i get almost 30 (its almost and STILL a fail, i know) but at least i improved! so i thought, okay, who knows, a E8 may be nice. but no, still a freaking &lt;br /&gt;F9!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my L1R4 was 23&lt;br /&gt;and dont get me started on my L1R5&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. way above my league.&lt;br /&gt;23 pts?!&lt;br /&gt;haniz said we can only go for NURSING course -___________-'' (another long face)&lt;br /&gt;hell no, i aint stepping into a nurse's uniform.&lt;br /&gt;eew, i dont think i can even stand to look at blood.&lt;br /&gt;padahal when Sarah fell down on our first Escapé trip at tampines,&lt;br /&gt;yes, of course i tried to help her,&lt;br /&gt;but inside i was already freaked out!&lt;br /&gt;and the blood started flowing down.&lt;br /&gt;and when haniz fell down at class!&lt;br /&gt;there was no blood, only bruise,&lt;br /&gt;but still, i saw her fall down, i can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;and camelia also fell (partly because of me:[ )&lt;br /&gt;and blood started flowing again.&lt;br /&gt;eew. i cant take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i know,&lt;br /&gt;all this so called "revelation" for a point.&lt;br /&gt;which is "I DONT WANT TO TAKE NURSING COURSE!"&lt;br /&gt;i think i can join The Arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, just like my friend sarah, i would like to announce to the WHOLE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;that our member of Escapéh, Nadiah Saleh&lt;br /&gt;has achieved OUTSTANDING RESULTS!&lt;br /&gt;if im not wrong, she had a single digit for her L1R4&lt;br /&gt;and her L1R5 is obviously and damm below 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clever siak.&lt;br /&gt;her Amaths.&lt;br /&gt;a few more marks can get full marks ardy&lt;br /&gt;and her LEVEL position was 6th!!!!&lt;br /&gt;over 223!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fcuking A! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so booking her!&lt;br /&gt;nadiah, june holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-6448224525147311346?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/6448224525147311346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=6448224525147311346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/6448224525147311346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/6448224525147311346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/05/sheesh.html' title='SHEESH'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SDa6wjXvgNI/AAAAAAAAAME/VBJlZnxvh04/s72-c/news08-mcfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-5465774339248261310</id><published>2008-05-21T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T03:07:41.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO THAT.</title><content type='html'>HEYHOHOHOHO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wskT6YfVB6E&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wskT6YfVB6E&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS ACHMED GOING CAROLLING. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, today's the 21st Of May 2008. its 5.o9pm NOW. lets see how long i take to finish this entry :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, there was this one day, i went to school without ironing my hair. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;i know i know.&lt;br /&gt;it was a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;it looked GOOD when it was wet.&lt;br /&gt;but oh, dont get me started when it dried.&lt;br /&gt;OMMIGOD.&lt;br /&gt;like maggi mee pon ader.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. which is why im waiting for NEXT monday to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to the parlour and do something with my &lt;big&gt;FRINGE&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, got it right this time right, Dil? -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i recently got myself a To-Do list, &lt;br /&gt;for an unorganized person like me, it worked wonders! :D&lt;br /&gt;i gotto return sarah's book on time.&lt;br /&gt;i gotto return safwan's book on time.&lt;br /&gt;I gotto get back camelia for lying to me someone asked for her number.&lt;br /&gt;(should have known better. Now i know why she bothered to lie -__-'' she didnt want to be embarrassed)&lt;br /&gt;i gotto do a lot of things and because of this, well, it worked! &lt;br /&gt;i would recommend this for Nadiah and Afiqah, especially. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, we only have mother tongue lectures because we are going to have our freaking MT paper NEXT MONDAY!&lt;br /&gt;so fast. &lt;br /&gt;I got a teeny weeny problem.&lt;br /&gt;Remember i lost my IC right?&lt;br /&gt;still not found,&lt;br /&gt;so teacher said i gotta bring my Birth Certificate. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;so kiasu.&lt;br /&gt;others bring small card, i bring one whole piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during MT lecture just now, BaBu both got scolded. &lt;br /&gt;Su got scolded for trying to 'act smart' for the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;yes, FOR the teacher. &lt;br /&gt;everytime Mdm Siti starts to talk and then cannot find the correct word,&lt;br /&gt;Su will 'clever2' complete the sentence for her.&lt;br /&gt;this happened alot of times, now that Im talking about it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then Mdm Siti turned and not scold la, more like, ASK su "Why do you have to complete my sentence for me?"&lt;br /&gt;yeap, she scored pretty well for her Close Passage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sarah got scolded for talking alot. hah. little wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after school, af said she treated all of us like SIBLINGS! SCREW THAT, ASHRAF!!!! AHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.06pm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-5465774339248261310?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/5465774339248261310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=5465774339248261310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/5465774339248261310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/5465774339248261310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/05/boo-that.html' title='BOO THAT.'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-73111399481470418</id><published>2008-05-16T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T03:48:35.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOHOHO water bomb</title><content type='html'>WOW! had a tiring AND fun day. &lt;br /&gt;yes, its cliche&lt;br /&gt;so anyway,&lt;br /&gt;had no lessons today.&lt;br /&gt;had a fund raising event for Cyclone Nargis :)&lt;br /&gt;yeah, we're nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but 4/1 had to be runners :D&lt;br /&gt;and yes, within the first few minutes of 'running'&lt;br /&gt;we already get tired.&lt;br /&gt;at least not me, afiqah was already complaining and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;padahal carry only a few tables.&lt;br /&gt;just a few seh.,&lt;br /&gt;dah penat.&lt;br /&gt;tu lah.&lt;br /&gt;tk exercise.&lt;br /&gt;i was panting la, but i swear it was because of the altitude and the weather, not because i was tired -____-''&lt;br /&gt;Im strong, better, faster, harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. okkaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, last last last minute, a FEW minutes before the event ended, &lt;br /&gt;The Escapes (minus Erma [she wasnt there with us] plus Bumairah and Basirah ) filled up loads of water balloons!&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah, we had fun alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, sarah's pump wouldnt work, we didnt know which way was the way out to pump.&lt;br /&gt;then the Brilliant Bumairah came into the toilet with a filled balloon,&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe try the water cooler.."&lt;br /&gt;ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;then we all rushed to the water cooler and conquered it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, ahhah!&lt;br /&gt;We stuffed the balloon mouth to the water cooler opening and press!&lt;br /&gt;Clever huh?&lt;br /&gt;gaga.&lt;br /&gt;we took such a long time to fill up the balloons,&lt;br /&gt;but when it was time to play,&lt;br /&gt;it finished so fast -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whenever i wanted to throw at Su or Camelia, &lt;br /&gt;it wouldnt BURST! &lt;br /&gt;blardy hell la! haha&lt;br /&gt;but when its their turn,&lt;br /&gt;it burst! at us! at ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;and there was camelia, taking her time to shoot us with her water gun.&lt;br /&gt;she was no one's target :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until she start shooting me.&lt;br /&gt;haha. since then, everytime i got a hold of a water gun or a water balloon,&lt;br /&gt;first name,&lt;br /&gt;"CAMELIA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;then SARAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, Mdm Riah, Sorry if you were angry when i took shield from you just now. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-73111399481470418?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/73111399481470418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=73111399481470418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/73111399481470418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/73111399481470418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/05/hohoho-water-bomb.html' title='HOHOHO water bomb'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-4310691203499794024</id><published>2008-05-15T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T06:38:00.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan Annihilation</title><content type='html'>HELOO HELLOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just experienced Virtual Haircut. haha. seriously, it sounds freaking real :D&lt;br /&gt;The part when he puts the plastic bag on your head, haha. &lt;br /&gt;and the part when he starts to shave your head.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And the snipping part I like best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let my brother hear it and he squirmed like a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;but he kept denying it -____-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, lets see.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, remember the paper we wrote all the possible guys for our Escapes girls?&lt;br /&gt;And just now we even picked the MOST 'click' amongst the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAF with BOPE&lt;br /&gt;BU with BIR&lt;br /&gt;BAD with BADI&lt;br /&gt;BAMM with BIFI&lt;br /&gt;BANIZ with BATIH&lt;br /&gt;NURUL with BATIH&lt;br /&gt;BERMA with BAJELI&lt;br /&gt;BARAH with BHAIK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, i wont confirm the names, it has to be disguised (although i think its THAT obvious) but seriously its all a joke la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, the paper, as i was saying, GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was left IN the classroom,&lt;br /&gt;ON THE FLOOR&lt;br /&gt;for TWO freaking periods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone could have read it siak!&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;potentially Bope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys, execute Plan Annihilate-&amp;-Destroy-Bope tomorrow, when he is carrying the table, we strike?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amcm?&lt;br /&gt;set?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lame!* hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-4310691203499794024?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/4310691203499794024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=4310691203499794024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/4310691203499794024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/4310691203499794024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/05/plan-annihilation.html' title='Plan Annihilation'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-607671268421475598</id><published>2008-05-14T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T02:47:01.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What is happening to the world.'/><title type='text'>STARGIRL</title><content type='html'>HEYYOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;irritating siak.&lt;br /&gt;So far, i only passed my Mother Tongue and English -_-''&lt;br /&gt;And I got highest in class for my English Compo :D&lt;br /&gt;you know, GAMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, which reminds me of Sarah, who was so proud of her 'line'&lt;br /&gt;"Life is short; playing games is one of the ways... blah blah..."&lt;br /&gt;And she was really proud of it&lt;br /&gt;she reminded us again and again.&lt;br /&gt;but when she got back her compo,&lt;br /&gt;that line was UNDERLINED&lt;br /&gt;and marked "Awkward sentence. Approach teacher!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sad. &lt;br /&gt;how pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;how Sarah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahha. jk jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its been TWO days Erma hasnt been coming to school. wonder why. heard no news from her either. -____-'' &lt;br /&gt;what are friends for, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;we had a free maths period just now, &lt;br /&gt;and bafbanbamm and me decided to play a mini game "Would you rather... or ....?" (credits to haniz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from that game, all the way we got off the point to playing "Who go well together with who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. in the end, afiqah even took out a paper to write EVERYTHING DOWN. &lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;see how enthusiastic she was. &lt;br /&gt;I still have that paper with me :D and im keeping it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont say who the guys are, &lt;br /&gt;cos after all my blog isnt private, &lt;br /&gt;and I am afraid unnecessary gossip will be passed around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is Suaidah go well together with the MOST number of guys. &lt;br /&gt;I mean, c'mon, SUAIDAH?! &lt;br /&gt;freaking hell! &lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;i know what you are thinking, UGLY is the world we're on! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-607671268421475598?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/607671268421475598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=607671268421475598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/607671268421475598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/607671268421475598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/05/stargirl.html' title='STARGIRL'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-760413900155762845</id><published>2008-05-11T03:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T04:04:13.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOM</title><content type='html'>Boring Sunday. THe only thing I enjoyed about today is right now. No, not blogging for you guys. More like admiring Mcfly on Youtube. haha. I just realized they actually revived the song Ghostbusters. You know, the "Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters. " cute siak. Dougie and DAnny were like, so freaking close to each other. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I would like to wish you A HAPPY MOTHER's DAY! initially, i wanted to write you a letter. But i didnt have the time to go and buy the papers, so, i simply sent you a sms. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, 15 years and counting, Ive always been on your nerve, and giving, well, the most problems among the three of us. You always claim that you're going to give up on me, but time and again, you never gave up on me. And im uber grateful for that. Love you many2. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY! :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaaaah. so sweet right? :D haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-760413900155762845?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/760413900155762845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=760413900155762845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/760413900155762845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/760413900155762845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mom.html' title='HAPPY MOM'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-1056798583292747911</id><published>2008-05-09T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T03:57:53.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grysf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SCQs9noQnSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/l1WYP2gCrow/s1600-h/DSC00258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SCQs9noQnSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/l1WYP2gCrow/s320/DSC00258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198329307013881122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My frinch looks funny. Sarah said it was 'CONCAVE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;It was the most boring-est day on Earth! haha. jk jk. It was last minute, Sarah called me to ask for my opinion on her buying her mother's Mother's Day present. Then she wanted to go to IKEA to buy herself boxes for her 'messy' room. she asked me to go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was fun. Erma as usual, very late. haiyaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haniz, jgn marah ke per la. I asked you yesterday, you said you cannot. so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to see, I think Im falling in love. :DDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-1056798583292747911?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/1056798583292747911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=1056798583292747911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/1056798583292747911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/1056798583292747911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/05/grysf.html' title='grysf'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SCQs9noQnSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/l1WYP2gCrow/s72-c/DSC00258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-4571960257182433832</id><published>2008-05-08T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T01:18:29.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STARBUCKS</title><content type='html'>Hey. WEEE~ my exams are OVER! (not for Babu though) they are having their A maths paper tomorrow! good luck to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyaa! I got this friend, who is taking his art exam today. he's done a few sketches. His theme was Entangled. We were still chatting until 1am this morning. it was nice, i gave him a good idea. His is in a potrait form, a pict of only a chest of a person, listening to mp3. and the wire infront of him is entangled. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its lame. but i made a deal with him, i wanted to put down the phone and he was like "I know you're going to sleep once you put the phone down. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No no, okay i promise. If i fall asleep, i blanja you Starbucks uhh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S that was like, a serious motivation for me NOT to sleep. If i do, there goes my $6.50. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was a little easier than i expected. easier than past year's paper la. Maybe because i actually made the effort to study last night. haha. so, yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously, i wasted alot of marks. but i think i can improve. i can get higher marks than the usual i get. I hope so laaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more paper!!! and the rest is planning an Escapist trip on Monday. idk if im following or not. i mean, money is one thing. But i still my ezlink issue. i have no money for transport. and judging from experience erma had when we last went out without her ezlink, she wasted ALOT of freaking money on transport. buying standard tickets and all that. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-4571960257182433832?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/4571960257182433832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=4571960257182433832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/4571960257182433832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/4571960257182433832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/05/starbucks.html' title='STARBUCKS'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-2385721210505713009</id><published>2008-05-06T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:54:28.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOHO</title><content type='html'>Served Up to 17 is updated. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, finally! one more paper to gooooo!!! haha. Chemistry. and once that is done and over with, its bubbye coral! haha. yea like real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, all the way from coral sec to ws odw home just now, we laughed and laughed like hell (BamBaBuBu) haha. Its sarah's and my dirty little secret, eh? During sentosaaaa. she breathed in salt water.... then after that.. she sneezed.. then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh! the story is already told to people whom telling to is as good as telling the whole world ;D hhaha. sorry su! haha. i know what ur saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. nothing much happened. just waiting for friday (NO SCHOOL!) ooph, till monday! hha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck, 4/10 for the A Maths paper you'll be having on Friday. Which on Friday i have no schoool! and suaidah is so physched! "YAYAYAYAY! friday ader skola!" haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-2385721210505713009?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/2385721210505713009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=2385721210505713009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/2385721210505713009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/2385721210505713009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/05/hoho.html' title='HOHO'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-6133495276715360071</id><published>2008-05-05T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:52:38.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o0o0</title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jMcI7u7MN7o&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jMcI7u7MN7o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l7KNAfXNNJM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l7KNAfXNNJM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom is the bad one here! keeps hitting danny! and dougie! harry hit him back when he tried! haha. cute. (from 2:20 mins - 2:47 mins danny says "No wonder im ***** he's killing braincells every ten seconds. haha )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im high today. Had my physics and art jsut now. seriously, all of us art students were pressed for time. there was little time for our coursework. and we had our physics and our art on the same day. &lt;br /&gt;ANd while i was doing my art just now, &lt;br /&gt;so yesterday, instead of concentrating on my physics, i was busy doing my art. and in the end, studied very little for physics. but i liked it when i did my art today. it went smoothly, only the feet looked like a chicken. But besides that, i think my colors are okay. i think my coursework sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics, is.. hard. but not as hard as i thought it was going to be. I think the electricity questions are hard. and really, the sound questions are pretty easy. but still, i think im going to fail. and even if i pass, it'll be JUST pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and camelia! cuss youuuu! camelia jumped childishly on to a puddle, and splashed some green things onto my thigh and calf! haha. Besides cute dresses or shoes or anything that is wearable, i dont like anything GREEN on me. And that includes things i dont even know! urrrghhh. and camelia just stood there, laughing her ass off. shaking her head non-stop! and well, obviously, did nothing. haha. i didnt have any tissue on me seh. she too! pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rubbed my thigh and calf onto the wall pillar. haha. it was obscene! but i had to get it off somehow~ what? me? imagine sarah with the green thing on her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-6133495276715360071?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/6133495276715360071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=6133495276715360071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/6133495276715360071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/6133495276715360071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/05/o0o0.html' title='o0o0'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-1416194381363077109</id><published>2008-05-04T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:22:28.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Achmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITs a NON-MCFLY video. haha. and its funny. (abit racist in the beginning, but its still funny)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-1416194381363077109?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/1416194381363077109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=1416194381363077109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/1416194381363077109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/1416194381363077109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/05/achmed.html' title='Achmed'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-4171884448893349556</id><published>2008-05-03T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T02:14:15.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YO!</title><content type='html'>Went to Malaysia yesterday. Bought many2 dvds. Actual purpose to go there was to take my measurements for Hari Raya outfits. I know, its a long way to Hari Raya and i know unfortunately, i should be looking forward to more to OLEVELS. but, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and geez, geography paper yesterday was a little teeny weeny harder than i thought it would be, it was set by Ms Matahni? Ms Mahtani? Ms pushpa? (these are all the same people btw :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, you have to do TWO out of THREE. and each question got mahy2 parts. i only studied about Vegetation, because i thought we only have to do ONE question - which is on vegetation. But when i got to sch, Hafiqa told me we have to do TWO questions which means, i would have to learn about Food and guess what? I DIDNT! I DIDNT EVEN TOUCH ON FOOD! argh. so did some last minute work before flag raising. and when i was doing it, i swore i kept telling myself to FOLD all my unused paper, never CRUMPLE. after what happened on Wednesday for Social Studies paper. I think i get the point. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mathematics paper, well, it was 'do-able' for first few questions. and then obviously, it got harder and harder. Alamak, the VECTOR ques.. had to skip it seh. Thats throwing 2-3 marks ardy. I counted. Assuming the ones that i did and am confident they are correct, i should get above 50 :D haha. over 80. I mean, i know its not much. But i will be very satisfied with that marks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, waaaaay to many gross and gory incident yesterday. when i was at msia, i saw this guy slip and fall as if he stepped on a banana skin. ironically he fell like a 'nangka busok'. geddit? he stepped on banana skin and fell like nangka busok? geddit geddit???!!! eesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, at night, watched AVP2. seriously, it should be m18, not NC 16. cos its fcuking gory and bloody and gegusting. Or maybe, when i thought about it, maybe I'M not ready for NC16 movies. Maybe, im too.. well.. gross-movie-intolerant. because seriously, when the Alien killed the people, they didnt cut, they showed the whole scene, where the 'tongue' of the Alien shot through the person's head. and can see the hole and all that. and eew, i get the most grossed out about what they did to pregnant ladies. eew. gross. i got scared myself when i wanted to turn in. haha. i kept thinking they're gonna break thru the door and eat me! haha. childish thoughts. hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang is not here. The rest of the family went to Malaysia. Again. I didnt know they were going until like, when they were getting ready to leave and Ayah went down to take the car. I was like.. HUH? they are going leaving me? i mean, yes, its nothing to huss about. But.. idk la. I feel so.. Idk. Only when i asked, Ibu said "Yea, nak ikut?" then i was like.. c'mon la. If ur going down now, how am i supposed to get ready and all that? my minimum time of dressing up is at LEAST 30 minutes. then now? like wtf la... and i cried. yea, tears kinda cried. actually, i didnt know why exactly did i cry. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-4171884448893349556?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/4171884448893349556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=4171884448893349556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/4171884448893349556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/4171884448893349556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/05/yo.html' title='YO!'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-4511459240772650308</id><published>2008-04-30T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:48:32.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY LABOUR DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;&lt;font color="RED"&gt;HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY SUAIDAH!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ur present a little belated :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-4511459240772650308?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/4511459240772650308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=4511459240772650308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/4511459240772650308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/4511459240772650308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-labour-day-happy-16th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-3476147484779429758</id><published>2008-04-30T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T02:45:36.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNo_U0WtIjg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNo_U0WtIjg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; Its Harry's drum solo. HOT GILER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY HEY. I must tell you all today. How imcompetent i am. sheesh. it al showed in today's mistake!!! arghhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my social studies exam just now. You have to do TWO essays, each from each Section. I did my first essay. All completed and perfect. Then i had difficulty choosing which questions i wanted to do. (I didnt study FYI. I didnt buy the textbook) so anyway. first, i did Q2. i only did 2b) first. then halfway, i stopped and continued doing my Sect. A. (I put Q2 aside first.) then after looking through the questions again, i decided to do Q3 instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i finished Q3 and then, i wanted to crumple my Q2 i did earlier right? So yeah, I crumpled the foolscap. and to my horror, i looked infront and there it was! my Q2 that I WANTED TO CRUMPLE! which meanss..... fcuking A. I crumpled the essay that is to be handed in! ARGH!!!! MY Q3!!!! ARGGHH! and there's only 3 FREAKING MINUTES LEFT! i cant rewrite can i? it was two pages full!! dammit dammit! URGH! i so hated myself then. i dont mean hate myself like "Im so imperfect. Why cant i be perfect? Why am i stupid?" emoshit. its more like "NURUL! YOU ARE SO STUPID!" kind of thing. wokay, where am i going with this?&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, in the end, i handed in the crumpled assignment. you have no idea what i did to 'uncrumple' the paper back. I rubbed it with my jacket. and i didnt know what this did, but i used my eraser and rubbbed all over! haha. im so upset! seriously seh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Camelia, fr that Chiken Pie. i was really nauseous all the way since SS paper. and that chicken pie, really warmed my stomach. thanks CEECEE. okayyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-3476147484779429758?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/3476147484779429758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=3476147484779429758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/3476147484779429758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/3476147484779429758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/04/stupid.html' title='STUPID'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-7147853839559462854</id><published>2008-04-27T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:46:12.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ozuU3og7FSY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ozuU3og7FSY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSYLVANIA ACOUSTIC. sedapppp gilller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2J0NZx62-8o&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2J0NZx62-8o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what Danny sang to Dougie at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BRn0ICRcIbs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BRn0ICRcIbs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what Dougie sang back to him. haha. cute. haha.&lt;br /&gt;HYE YALL. wow, to count the number of things i have lost since last year. ok wait, lets just count ALL the things i ever lost and remember losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, there was this time i went to camp, i took off my earrings cos it was too uncomfortable. put it in a tissue and into my pocket. then i think i accidentally threw that tissue away with my earrings in it, thinking it was the another tissue with (instead of my earrings) my boogies in it. haha. :D went aback again to the same dustbin (its public's FYI) and dug out all the tissue in it and began unfolding the tissues. turns out, there was no earrings in it. only things that are out of your own capability to even think of holding in your hands. (its too disgusting to imagine what i find la, in short. ahaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, i went to pasir ris beach with my tuition teachers, my wallet in my back pocket. played "jump-over-the-restriction-wires" and i guess my wallet dropped and i didnt even realize cos i was having so much fun! -____-'' but i got back my exlink card cos someone found it. thankg goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i lost something under my "NEVER EVEN THINK OF LOSING IT" list - my glasses, my psp, my hp, my wallet (IC AND EZLINK INSIDE) and my mind. and guess what? i lost my fcuking wallet! fuckity fuckity fuckity fuck fuck la! urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my dad yesterday. he was so damm sarcastic. he was clapping his hands and saying "Thank God!" and went to tell my mom, who was quiet all the way. i wasnt used to it. i mean, i'd rather she scold me non-stop like she always do rather than keep quiet and be a ignoramus* right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to school with Sufian just now. BORRRINNNNG! haha. jk jk. i mean, there were alot of awkward moments lahh. haha. all i know is that i was perspiring all the way from A~Z!! ok mrepekkkk. hahha. and all my friends commented my hair today made me look as if i didnt shower. &lt;em&gt;damn la. how they noe sia.&lt;/em&gt; it was meant to be a private issue! hhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my English Paper 1 just now. Fcuking hard la sehhh. haiyaaa. i actually fell for a stupid trick question. and i hate myself for it seh. how can someone like me, yea Nurul!, fall for a trick question? i mean, if it was Suaidah or Haniz i can understand la. but me?! urghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had my literature paper. i think its waaaaaay easier than my english paper. seriously. i wrote a full 4-page essay worth 50marks. idk if its enough la. haiyaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, i'll be going to the police station with my parents. i swear i wanted to cry at the bus stop itself when Ayah called me just now. he was speaking so differently from yesterday. he spoke quietly and calmly. haiyaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, of all things i have lost, i miss my mind the most :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-7147853839559462854?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/7147853839559462854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=7147853839559462854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/7147853839559462854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/7147853839559462854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/04/lost.html' title='LOST.'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-7772175148422512434</id><published>2008-04-23T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T06:33:35.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o0o0o0</title><content type='html'>had maths test just now about algebra and standard forms! frigging easy la! hahaha. confirm can pass one la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIfPL9wYIsk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIfPL9wYIsk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUGIE LIKE REAL ONLY SIAK.&lt;br /&gt;"Be careful of your eyelashes," when harry tries to wear it first. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then when his turn.. alamakkkk. &lt;br /&gt;(the spiderman is Dougie btw) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, while we were having our maths test, mr yap was like, of course, walking around the class to invigilate? something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the test, he told us what he noticed about what wenhui posted on it. "I LOVE YOU ABITAL.!" mr yap said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was walking around the class, and i noticed this note. i wondered, why on earth wuould you post a post that says something like this? then i realized it said "I LOVE YOU ABITAL! guess what i thought at first at first glance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were all like.. "yes.. what is it...??? come on come on...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said " i thought it was "I LOVE YOU A BIT LAH!" ehahaha. oh gawd, he is so square laa hee. and so round. hahah. ok ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A7bOjv1RUL0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A7bOjv1RUL0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is short but very nice and easy on the ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something happened just now. i dont want to mention anything bad la. but seriously, i was so sad and wronged. i cannot help but just cry. erma was like "Dont cry la.." if only it was as easy as ABC. or 123. or XYZ. or 456. or STUVW. or 789. or (ok ok its enough...!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i walked around the school .and i had to bump into that stupid nabil la. he saw me crying and he was like 'Nangis nampak nangis nampak?" i was like "YELAH!" haha. so tomorrow, im gonna have to go to school alone. -_-'' im no longer going with the Trio. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-7772175148422512434?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/7772175148422512434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=7772175148422512434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/7772175148422512434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/7772175148422512434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/04/o0o0o0.html' title='o0o0o0'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-522435952595134455</id><published>2008-04-21T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T06:29:03.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS</title><content type='html'>first and foremost! thanks, haniz for temaning me to go to central, and then to tampines mart. and yet in the end, i went back home with no shoes. kau ni, always with your handphone seh. its like, whatever! and you're like, whatever! haha, and seriousla, thanks! at least, you got some fries! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i would like to say THANKS to YOU other guys for HANGING OUT AT KFC!!! without me. just when i wasnt there, you guys had fun. sheesh. tkpe2. you guys are forgiven *winks* haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my Mid Year Art Paper. Haiyaa. susah seh. i decided to do ROOOAAAAD TRIPPP! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, i forgot to say, i had my Paper Ones today! both malay and english. seriously, i know this is super2 cliche. but i think im going to flunk it! argh! my composition was about this policewoman who had to handle this bank robber who was playing games with them, asking them riddles every one hour, if not solved, then each hostage will be shot. idk if this is according to the topic given! the topic i chose was "GAMES" haiyaaa. i think i went out of point. idk laaaa. my malay compo also like shit. it was about not achieving your dreams. I wrote about this guy who wanted to go out on a date with this hot chick, who turned out to be his lecturer in his school. haha. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks camelia, for that less-than-one-hour lecture for chemistry! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-522435952595134455?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/522435952595134455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=522435952595134455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/522435952595134455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/522435952595134455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/04/thanks.html' title='THANKS'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-4048570486548935110</id><published>2008-04-19T05:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T05:19:57.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so frigging sad...</title><content type='html'>HIAK DUSSSH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fcuk lah. i went from central to whitesands to westplaza and yet i didnt get what i wanted in the end! i wanted to buy my shoes especially for the 2.4km retake. yes, u read it correct. im retaking my 2.4km run. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my current shoes' shoelaces keep coming off, which caused me to slow down. and baf scolded me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway,went to central, combed the whole area, either it was friggin expensive (I only brought $5 FYI) or it wasnt the kind that i wanted. haiyaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to top it all off, i waited for the blardie bus 3 for blardie 3o frigging minutes! it may sound short to you guys ,but it is when you are the ones experiencing the wait, it is FREAKINGGGG long laaa. chibai. irritating siak the bus. when the bus FINALLY came, it was freaking full siaaaa. even after some of the passengers got off, it was still full! -_____-'' i waited for nothing. i just walked off and took bus 89 to Westplaza. and got home at 7pm. haiyaaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-4048570486548935110?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/4048570486548935110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=4048570486548935110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/4048570486548935110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/4048570486548935110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-frigging-sad.html' title='so frigging sad...'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-1537023745791433076</id><published>2008-04-18T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T04:19:31.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S1ovYg53Frw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S1ovYg53Frw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR DOUGIE LOVERS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NgPkI40aTfE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NgPkI40aTfE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR DANNY LOVERS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G4YC0aVkCAQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G4YC0aVkCAQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR HARRY LOVERS :D *for meeeee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIJUgraoHTs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIJUgraoHTs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR TOM LOVERS :D (esp for Suaidah)&lt;br /&gt;"his sense of humor is very childish" says Danny. (0:53min)&lt;br /&gt;(its a lil RA. very censored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from partaaayyy! oklah... for me, its fun. but idk for the teachers, there were some moments they LOOKED bored. :( mdm H was bz with her own hp, and mdm lina was there just looking at us playing twister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i hate you suaidah. haha. if it werent for your monkey joke, mdm H and Mdm Bina wouldnt have looked me at me every second and then claim they cant forget the joke. -______________-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyaaa. but seriously, the KFC chicken was nice and so was the Sarpino's pizza! luckily got offer seh. haha. s for $29.00 haha. so ok, when THEY had that party for us, we realized it wasnt THAT cheap. so its a BIG thank you from us. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first, we ate. then we shared jokes (when suaidah shared that oh-so-funny joke of which i will NEVER have the liberty to tell YOU) then after that, we played twister. luckily mdm Lina got sportsmanship to try it too. not like mdm H. haha. "Im wearing a dress. i cant playyyy.." watttever! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got some photos, of which i cant upload! argh! but it was nice pics la. we were playing TWISTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urghhhh. anyway. hope tomorrow jogging is still up! sarah keeps changing her mind. but i seriously want to train for tuesday. i mean, i failed my 2.4km last time. and i want to pass. seriously, i wanted to faint the other time. thanks afiqah, for being there to push me on and on. and thanks camelia and sohfia, for cheering me on. haha. haniz, she was FAR ahead of me when i ran. sorry af that i caused you to fail. im going to train hard tomorrow. but shit, i got tuition after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like that time, my cousin was like, "what is that stench? BUSUK NYER!" and she asked me to bath. haha. oopsie. haha. but that was LONG ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god, i miss my brother. its been almost a WEEK since i saw him. :( and he is supposed to come home today. but he went out again. haiyaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. too bad basirah didnt come today. or else, she would be bored. haha. anyway, hope you get well soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-1537023745791433076?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/1537023745791433076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=1537023745791433076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/1537023745791433076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/1537023745791433076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/04/party.html' title='PARTY!'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-6956908278916076131</id><published>2008-04-17T04:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T04:25:19.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camelia!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wWE2DlGyQA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wWE2DlGyQA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tom looks cute here :D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey sorry about my previous post, it got reseted without me saving it. sooo, i cant type everything back out right? (scroll down, its below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happned, we still are disturbing Bafiqah about Bope, hhaha,. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camelia told me today, that many people calls her many different names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Camm&lt;br /&gt;2)Camelia&lt;br /&gt;3)Kahmelia&lt;br /&gt;4)Kamelia&lt;br /&gt;and my big brother called her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMELIANAIRE! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SAcxWF65i7I/AAAAAAAAALk/Tr_SfssnqE4/s1600-h/01_h%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SAcxWF65i7I/AAAAAAAAALk/Tr_SfssnqE4/s320/01_h%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190171351183887282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this rapper? Oh gawd, looks like my ex siah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how can that be compared to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SAcx_F65i8I/AAAAAAAAALs/1pwF8XUinSo/s1600-h/hhhh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SAcx_F65i8I/AAAAAAAAALs/1pwF8XUinSo/s320/hhhh.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190172055558523842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ok wait, maybe they arent so different after all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sohfia, you are ONE negative person! haha. she was talking about dead chickens, and dead people. and dark dark colors. haha. i didnt know she was like that siaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afiqah already destroyed the letters we gave to her yesterday. she threw them into her laksa bowl.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PREVIOUS POST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this was what i wanted to write YESTERDAY before the com got resetted)&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&lt;br /&gt;im baaaack! hah. today was the only day we made a lot of fun out of making fun of afiqah! haha. she was okay one minute, and the next thing i know, she was sulking! sheesh la afiqah. im so scared i pissed you off seh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today at MT lesson, seriously, i think mdm nora hates me. see, that time i comb my hair, literally just ONE stroke from the comb, because my hair was messy, she had to mention it to my class "Nurul, this is not the time to comb ur hair..." and stared at me. -____-'' sheesh seh. she had to do that. then she asked me "Did u take your composition from the internet?" when i did well for my Malay compo. -_____-'' see what im trying to say? and just now, ok maybe sarah was talking WAAAAY too loudly, she had to go on about morning assembly and all that. like, ape seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, afiqah. back to her. we made fun of her supposedly being together with Bope. haha. and while she was infront of us during maths time, camm and me had the bright idea to write "love" notes supposedly from "Bope" haha. we want to make it obvious that it was from us, yet we want to make it not. geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bope was sitting waaaay infront of her. haha. so here's the first letter (af kept all the letters FYI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, afiqah. Love, *Bope"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she read it and turned around to scold us. haha. play2 scold. then she turned back around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tore another piece of paper again. this time we wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... very much..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she read it, but didnt turn around, she put the letter into her front pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wrote again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you love me? Yes/No"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. i cant remember if she turned around this time but she had obviously some kind of reaction. haha. since she didnt reply to ANY of these letters, camm wanted to write one of her own. (keep in mind it was supposed to be from the SAME person, BOPE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what, loosaaars? her handwriting was freaking smaller than mine and it was OBVIOUS! haha. camelia wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please reply..." damm small siaaa. like wtfff! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, miss lum didnt come just now. what fun we had. Open Book Test. haha.luckily easy seh. i write damm long and i saw Joshua's paper. just words far spaced out form one another and ugle handwriting. like chicken scratch. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, afiqah, please reply that letter (the one from the real me! not 'bope' by tomorrow and if u want, you can reply the letters from Bope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. looking forward to Friday. Hope the teachers enjoy our Teacher's Trap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-6956908278916076131?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/6956908278916076131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=6956908278916076131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/6956908278916076131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/6956908278916076131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/04/camelia.html' title='camelia!!!!!'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SAcxWF65i7I/AAAAAAAAALk/Tr_SfssnqE4/s72-c/01_h%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-2012845468104001570</id><published>2008-04-16T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T03:32:54.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hhhhhh</title><content type='html'>i wanted to blog about today but the com spoil and so, i lazy to type everything back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-2012845468104001570?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/2012845468104001570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=2012845468104001570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/2012845468104001570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/2012845468104001570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/04/hhhhhh.html' title='hhhhhh'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-8150847798875761573</id><published>2008-04-15T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T03:49:41.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTAAAYYY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SASEml65i6I/AAAAAAAAALc/XjWr8_dXXGI/s1600-h/15042008(048).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SASEGV65i3I/AAAAAAAAALE/vVthK2ThCgM/s320/15042008(010).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189417915135921010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SASD-l65i2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/z7sWPv8NCPg/s1600-h/15042008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SASD-l65i2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/z7sWPv8NCPg/s320/15042008(006).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189417781991934818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SASDfV65i1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/kwj4XpLXlaY/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SASDfV65i1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/kwj4XpLXlaY/s320/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189417245121022802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SASDQF65i0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/0WLBKXuRhEU/s1600-h/DSC00650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SASDQF65i0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/0WLBKXuRhEU/s320/DSC00650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189416983128017730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SASDC165izI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-k5RiyMOCkk/s1600-h/DSC00646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SASDC165izI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-k5RiyMOCkk/s320/DSC00646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189416755494751026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SASC3l65iyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3OtCHo21Tcw/s1600-h/DSC00630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SASC3l65iyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3OtCHo21Tcw/s320/DSC00630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189416562221222690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SASCz165ixI/AAAAAAAAAKU/CZuPFD7vUzw/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SASB5l65iqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qdAIY5YC6yo/s320/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189415497069333154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; woah! i know. there are a hell lot of photos. but! idont have time for that. haha. there are like, a billion pics. i took with some i would never even take with. hehe. so anway, picture say a thousand words and as you can SEE, we HAD FUN! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry we had to arrive late. its all Sarahs fault! oh wait, is it Suaidah? ARGH! both at fault. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm H called me and asked to hurry and when we reached, everyone was waiting for us. and when we stepped in, the rest of the Art Club members threw bits of colored paper (like wedding like that la) at our faces. haha. and i was like "Is that a personal attack?" when syafiq threw some at MY face. haha. suaidah was like "Dont take advantage uh!" haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we started off with lunch. PIZZAAAAAAA! haha. sadly, that Pizza thing collided with OUR idea this friday. we wanted to buy pizza too for our teachers, but now,  haizzz. but ohwell, we changed the idea ardy and i think its GREAT! just hope i have the money.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and , i tk sempat nk take second pizza helping the pizza i wanted finished! just like that siaaa! haiyaaa. haha. nadiah got THREE! sheesh. (she took two at her first helping) haha. truth out! hha. (so teachers, if you didnt get a helping of the pizza, you know who to dig it out from) there was also seaweed chicken, beehoon etc. I took alot of seaweed chicken, because if it were to be sold, it's 40 freaking cents! haha. so take as mch as you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had GAMES! i cant put it into words! the games was ful of laughter and smiles. we played musical chairs. haha. it was fun, though it was pretty childish. hehe. suaidah betrays people. haha. NEVER PLAY MUSICAL CHAIRS WITH SUAIDAH! dangerous. you can risk getting yourself extremely HURT. in fact, dont play AYTHING with suaidah. haha. right, Buahdick(inside joke)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get to play the balloon game seh. in fact, even after that, i didnt get to burst any balloon. the balloon just would BURST. it just slips thru my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that, it was just camwhore camwhore camwhore! haha. tkku sangka mdm H and mdm L liked taking photos too! haha. but it was fun lah! once in a lifetime. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that sums up today's day. haha. ART CLUB FOREVER! haha. and teachers, do NOT EAT THIS FRIDAY! haha. unless you want to gain weight laaa. haha. I think mdm H, u can eat uh if you want. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR THE WONDERFUL DAY YOU HAVE GIVEN US, AND FOR THE MANY OTHER DAYS WE HAVE SPENT WITH YOU. LOOKING FORWARD TO COMING BACK AND HELPING OUT! (riiiiiiightttt) hahah. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR THE PIZZA! THANKS FOR THE FREE SEAWEED CHICKEN! THANKS FOR THE HASHBROWNS! (and nadiah, thank the teachers for the THREE pizzas that you totaled!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-8150847798875761573?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/8150847798875761573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=8150847798875761573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/8150847798875761573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/8150847798875761573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/04/partaaayyy.html' title='PARTAAAYYY!'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SASEml65i6I/AAAAAAAAALc/XjWr8_dXXGI/s72-c/15042008(048).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-2473885450377902919</id><published>2008-04-13T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T03:16:33.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKING BACK SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>HEY. im taking this chance to blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;done. haha. nothing happened much really. now you know what happens if i stayed at home and not meet my friends. seriously, they are the ones who add &lt;BIG&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;C&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=GREEN&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=magenta&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=lime&gt;R&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt; (to do that coloring thing is harder than it looks okay) so yeah, life is dull without them. hehe. so thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, oh yeah, i was almost on my way to DreamLand when my dad had to scream my name to ask me to my afternoon prayers. LW! sheesh. and after that, i cant sleep. and yes, i earned $7 today. hehe. $5 from nenek, and $2 from my aunt, who came by earlier to give us fresh crabs. -____-'' not exactly EARNED, but more of GET. hehe. thanks yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that stupid bottle for my chinchilla is leaking it cover off. and thats just fcuking irritating cos i used MY own money to buy that bottle and it aint cheap. my mom dont want to pay me. hmph. but its okay la. i mean, it IS my pet and it IS my responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my maid went to her temple today. said it was her New Year back in Myanmar. she went off wit hher guy cousin. and still isnt back since 1pm? my mom is freaking pissed. sometimes, idk who to side with. My mom? or my maid? sometimes i just think my mom is over reacting, but sometimes my maid has the the tedency to lie, (i guess, according to my mom). im sad really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon me for sharing this online, but this will be the one of few sad posts i'll be sharing (I know a couple of people who blog ALL the sad things in life on  blog, expecting people to pity them, and guess what? its getting on my nerves and its freaking irritating!) but, seriously, i need to talk sad sometimes. haiz. i like my maid, i do. but i do agree with my mom, she can be a bit lazy. like that time, i sacrificed my time after school, which ended at 4.30pm, to go home and go Peninsula Plaza with her. even though i was tired, i still temankan her because i pitied her, she wanted to send money home for the New Year. and then, the next day , my chinchilla's bottle broke. which meant i had to go and buy new one bcoz if not, my chin would be thirsty (makes sense?) so i told my maid, "If you want to follow, you follow lah.." which some sort meant, "FOLLOW ME LAH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said "Ok la.. I dont want to follow.." like WTF? then i said, "FIne uh.." and  iwent on my own. when my mom asked her why she didnt want to follow, she told my mom what i told la.. then my mom was like "Then why u dont want to follow?" then she was like.. "err.. err" like frigging hell la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today she borrowed $5 from me. i dont mind really. bcoz sometimes i borrow money from here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. my mom is not going to talk to her after she returns. she still is outside there, with her cuzz. and my mom was like "Tkkan lah sampai skrg dier sembhyg?" true. sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-2473885450377902919?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/2473885450377902919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=2473885450377902919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/2473885450377902919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/2473885450377902919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/04/taking-back-sunday.html' title='TAKING BACK SUNDAY'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-315586563705918643</id><published>2008-04-12T01:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T02:23:47.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MCFLY</title><content type='html'>HEY! its s saturday and i just had my tuition. nothing much happened really. maybe todays the day you'll be reading the most boring-est post ever! haha. coming from me. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll update you with Mcfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SAB55rOQABI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WTf6JwbLmow/s1600-h/IMG_1295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SAB55rOQABI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WTf6JwbLmow/s320/IMG_1295.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188280802492809234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Name: Thomas Michael Fletcher&lt;br /&gt;Age: 23&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: July 17 1985&lt;br /&gt;Instrument(s): Vocals, Rhythm guitar, Piano, Keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SAB7MLOQACI/AAAAAAAAAJA/k3je8NCYSuI/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SAB7MLOQACI/AAAAAAAAAJA/k3je8NCYSuI/s320/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188282219832016930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Name: Daniel Alan David Jones&lt;br /&gt;Age: 22&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: March 12 1986&lt;br /&gt;Insttrument (s): Guitar, Vocals, Harmonica, Ukelele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SAB8DrOQADI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UIY49ZS9388/s1600-h/dinodougvd2cw0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SAB8DrOQADI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UIY49ZS9388/s320/dinodougvd2cw0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188283173314756658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Name: Dougie Lee Poynter&lt;br /&gt;Age: 21&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: November 30 1987&lt;br /&gt;Instrument(s): Bass guitar, Vocals, guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SAB9P7OQAFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/UMZM2MT_4nQ/s1600-h/HarryJudd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SAB9P7OQAFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/UMZM2MT_4nQ/s320/HarryJudd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188284483279781970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Name: Harry Mark Christopher Judd&lt;br /&gt;Age: 23&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: December 23 1985&lt;br /&gt;Instrument (s): Drum, Trumpet, Keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you have it? think u wasted ur time? too bad. you read it ardy. haha. idk. i think that i wont change my favourite band, i mean i know, it used to be the Arctic Monkeys, then the MCR and then Scouting for girls, i used to love Muse too. haha. until now. haha. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the video i promised you yesterday, its more irritating! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-G12SonNaVc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-G12SonNaVc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-315586563705918643?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/315586563705918643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=315586563705918643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/315586563705918643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/315586563705918643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/04/mcfly.html' title='MCFLY'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/SAB55rOQABI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WTf6JwbLmow/s72-c/IMG_1295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-4219413868245505412</id><published>2008-04-11T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T06:14:09.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHEXTRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jX1k-kvHZv0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jX1k-kvHZv0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to irritate you. haha. (will be putting a more irritating one in the next post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! I know, budget keyboard -_-'' its my brother's friend's keyboard. and its a little hard to get used to because the buttons are very deep. so, i have BIG fingers, so when i wanted to press, say, "J" i will press 'H' AND 'U' AND 'K' AND 'N' maybe 'M' (made you look at the keyboard right?) hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;09/04/2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i wanted to talk about yesterday yesterday. haha. we had a free period. and then ahmad and fahmi wanted to 'practise' the whole International Friendship thingy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hope you win lah! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the whole class was laughing like hell! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and afiqah wasnt there to laugh wih us, because she had that great brainblast to go home early. -____-'' your loss. haha. And CAMELIA finally found someone. hehe. as in, found someone to admire and suffocate. haha. and his name is Cucumber! haha. i told her he needs cucumber on his eyes, his eyebags are black. Panda also kalah. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd yes, THANK YOU, sec3 of the Art Club, for that sweet thought of making muffins for us! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/R_9aE7OP__I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_x6ZWw0RyXY/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/R_9aE7OP__I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_x6ZWw0RyXY/s320/DSC00574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187964336417538034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. that wasnt mine though. i was only reminded to take photo after mine was hlaf gone. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, su commented about Served Up to 17. she said the chapter after another has no relations with one another. i was like -____-''but oh well, i took that as a way to improve. camelia still hasnt done up the skin. BUT im hoping she will by the end of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant wait. im not asking for much. i just hope that someone like a publisher reads our blog and get our stories published or sth. after, it is something they are supposed to do right? Publishers publish? just like students.. stud? haha. okayyy lameo. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemstry just now was gerek! for the first time we got to feel the 'danger' of chemicals. we had to wear goggles! :D haha. call me 'JAKUN' or 'INEXPERIENCED' but seriously, mdm riah told us a astory about this guy who was heating up the chemical, and then, the thing just exploded and splat on his face, luckily the goggles saved his eyes. and my god those who were glasses! haha. no offence, cam and af! haha. like nerds wearing glasses, well, wearing glasses! haha. funny sia... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/R_9c8bOQAAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/McbzFWj0h0E/s1600-h/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/R_9c8bOQAAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/McbzFWj0h0E/s320/DSC00612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187967488923533314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. sempat eh? hehe. i look horrible, but the point of this pic is to show that WE wore the glasses. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sarah, hope you get well soon :) P.S her leg spoilt. haha. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SHEXTRA is really getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xlecfxv17PA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xlecfxv17PA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this video is really cool. but tom looks scary! haha. and i think the song is nice. haha. and harry looks cute.ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im planning to buy a scarpbook for all my mcfly pics, which i have been collecting. and suaidah mmg extra menyebok suker2 mcm me. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-4219413868245505412?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/4219413868245505412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=4219413868245505412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/4219413868245505412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/4219413868245505412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-i-know-budget-keyboard-its-my.html' title='SHEXTRA'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/R_9aE7OP__I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_x6ZWw0RyXY/s72-c/DSC00574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-6503217945745406796</id><published>2008-04-08T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:54:07.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY LOOK! SUPERMAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X3IcNgld2mc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X3IcNgld2mc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something to cheer me up. haha. This morning, I brought MnMs to school, and i really wanted to eat it. BUt it was during assembly. i tried to sneak it into my mouth, but erma was like, "watch the proooo," and she pretended to &lt;em&gt;cough&lt;/em&gt; and when she closes her mouth, the MnMs would slip right into her mouth (she took three MnMs btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "&lt;em&gt;Wow, impressive..."&lt;/em&gt; haha. then camelia added in, she said that if it was her, she would shout "Hey look up into the sky!" and then when everyone is so called &lt;em&gt;distracted&lt;/em&gt;, she would do it. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, if you wanna eat something you dont want to share or be caught, do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Put a few *insert name of food here* onto your hand. &lt;br /&gt;2) Shout (point to the sky) "Look up into the sky! It's Superman!"&lt;br /&gt;3) Quickly pop the food into your hand.&lt;br /&gt;4) Chew quickly so sharp-eyes-for-food(e.g Erma) wont see you chewing and ask you for some. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then if you wanna eat some again, change the name of the hero. e.g Spiderman, Catwoman, Spiderwoman etc. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, on the way back, me su erma and sa were all trying out speaking IM, haha. and it was funny! maybe it could be the new Escapes language. but the problem was that after saying the code, we would have to explain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;O.K&lt;/strong&gt;" and we have to explain "&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;kay &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;orang!!" geddit? isnt that making things difficult? haha. lagi memanjangkan seh! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And :( physics test was frigging hard seh. i was s upset. this is the first time i feel so bummed because of a test. :( haiyaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it all off, i woke up with a swollen red eye. but its not sore eyes, i think. because it wasnt hurting. And i got a teenyweeny pimple in my nose. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks haniz for the Mcfly Photo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Served Up to 17 is updated. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-6503217945745406796?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/6503217945745406796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=6503217945745406796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/6503217945745406796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/6503217945745406796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-look-superman.html' title='HEY LOOK! SUPERMAN!'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-5947761158342911325</id><published>2008-04-06T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T02:19:23.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BDAE, BAF!!</title><content type='html'>HEY HEY HEYYYYY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i called erma "MA!" and she turned. haha. and the usual exaggerration from suaidah. haha. i mean, it wont be funny if i were to tell you here, but you will if you're there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is my dearest Bafiqah's 16th birthday!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AFIQAH! luckily yoyr birthday comes once a year only. haha. if not, i'll waste my msg on you. people msg bkn nk reply "thank you" or sth. SHEESH. like, freaking whatever! haha. so anyway, she got a pretty lot of presents! *turns green* yea, im jealous. and yes! hahha. but im definitely not jealous of this part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehem ehem,&lt;br /&gt;let me take this opportunity to announce to the entire world that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;ABITAL BOUGHT A NON-HALAL CAKE. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyahahah! padan muker. now, its one cake less! nyahahahah! but ohwell, you seemed happy the whole day. and i feel happy for you. WE feel happy for you. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during recess, since 4/1 is celebrating Regine's birthday as well, we thought that we would sing the song LOUDLY in the canteen. i mean, thats the 'social norm' for the people here in coral. if its someone's birthday, the clique will sing it loudly during recess in the canteen, and if you're well liked, other people with cheer for you. if you're not, people can boo. which happened to afiqah. hehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no lah. it was WORSE. haha. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, we all having Physics Test tomorrow! gotta go study now! (yeeaaaah riiight.. more like gotta go watch mcfly now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, Bope and Mr Yap cut their hair -____-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw, Camelia's and my story that we have been writing since earlier this year is up. Please read if you have the time and comments if you please. The title is "Served Up To 17" and it is under my "Linkage" column. so, just click and enjoy! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-5947761158342911325?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/5947761158342911325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=5947761158342911325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/5947761158342911325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/5947761158342911325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-bdae-baf.html' title='HAPPY BDAE, BAF!!'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-8600671065796103684</id><published>2008-04-06T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T02:58:34.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHYSICS</title><content type='html'>doing physics now. and watching mcfly videos now. enjoying la kirekan. haha. chatting with suaidah right now. and really, it makes no difference. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermaaaaaaaaa! dont be like that laaa. u being so jealous for what? these people cant get enough of mcfly. thats why they return to my page. maybe if you put Sean Kingston or sth on your page and hope they like Sean Kingston the way they like Mcfly :D then maybe they will come to your page again and again to admire sean kingston. (just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is, I SHOULD BE THE ONE JEALOUS. kau tengok lah sape yg bace blog aku. its restricted. while yours, even GUYS read it. from ur watchoutclan thinggy. aku tk complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2d24t_70gIM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2d24t_70gIM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny how they host the show. check out 2:20mins &lt;br /&gt;"I know, it just wasnt funny.." said Dougie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when they were all singing the BSB song, harry's face so stoned. haha. and yes, check out 3:15mins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I pushed their button.." said Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya, to continue. im more or less done with my Physics. oh, how i hate Physics teachers. haha. i guess its true. you only cherish them when they're gone. And only now i realized how much i want Ms Ng to be my Physics teachers once again. ): i miss her seh. i know she hates our class, but hey, she's the only teacher that teaches Physics that i understand. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have to come to school earlier tomorrow. we have that International Friendship Day concert. ): and yes, it  falls on AFIQAH'S BIRTHDAYYYY!!! (right?) haha. happy advanced birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- admirable&lt;br /&gt;F- fierce friend&lt;br /&gt;I- ingenuous&lt;br /&gt;Q- qurious? (curious)&lt;br /&gt;A- Annoying&lt;br /&gt;H- HOPELESS. (hahah! jk jk birthday girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhh. the second one in our clique to turn 16yrs old. You are one loud and nice friend, baf. stay that way even after turning 16yrs old. Cos' I LOVE YOU! (o-kaaay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad bought donuts. haha. o-kaaay. thats random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-8600671065796103684?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/8600671065796103684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=8600671065796103684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/8600671065796103684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/8600671065796103684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/04/physics.html' title='PHYSICS'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-5119797935678224428</id><published>2008-04-05T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T03:18:41.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rude boy.</title><content type='html'>HEY! hehe. yes, we had our O'levels prelim just now. it went smoothly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEEAAAAAAH right. haha. it was a total flop! haha. :( i even asked the teacher "ape 'influence' uh in malay?" and she was like "Tkpa. Ambil mase kamu.." i dont she realize by saying that, she's making me more nervous! i was like "HEHEHEHEEE.." all the way. paiseh siak! luckily good hair day. haha. (ape kene mengena siak good hair day with oral you may ask? hmm. nothing really) ok what am i merepeking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is TK PERLU. but, yes im admiring mcfly.. hahaha. going through one day without listening to mcfly is... well.. TORTURE. (besides errah's 'duet'.) Er (erma) and rah (saRAH) haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to do the physics MLG. according to haniz, i would have to print it out. but let me be budgetive and do it on foolscap. haha. hehe. well, ive done it quaterway. and its hard. considering the fact that im being verbally abused by erma's friend. :( haizz. its so sad seh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked him why the heck he treats me like shit. and he was all like "Its because i made friends with this girl, i treat girls like guys.." then i was like "im not a guy." then he went all "zzzz" or "srry la babe" only to do it again -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i asked him "do you do the same to erma? talk like this and all that? calling hr bodoh?" and he was like "Why would i do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i talk to girls like guys if they are no more than friends to me.." was what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk why. ive got enough self esteem issues to handle. and he doing that is just adding on. maybe he doesnt mean it la eh. but for me, from "gugugaga" over him to "what the fcuking hell??!!" geddit? and seriously, with all due respect i have left for you, i hope you stop it because not every girl talks like your "bestie" and not every girl likes being talked to that way okay? i know you will never read this entry. all the better. the more i can mengumpat behind your back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, according to PAPA (style la tu eh) my dad, we are going out later. gonna siap2 now. hope you guys have a nice day and thanks for reading this entry. if you wanna knw who the guy is, i cant say it here. later everyone know. but ask me thru the tagboard kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-5119797935678224428?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/5119797935678224428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=5119797935678224428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/5119797935678224428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/5119797935678224428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/04/rude-boy.html' title='rude boy.'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-3645354360616428056</id><published>2008-04-04T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T02:47:05.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NAPFA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/R_X5B19ItUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5zPeEapB59Q/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/R_X5B19ItUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5zPeEapB59Q/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185324356045681986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a little motivation for ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;haha. had my NAPFA test just now. fuyoooo. penat gilllller *do motion*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penat sia. ferst, there was the SIT UPs. I did it! my first HONEST 21! hahaha. i never got above 20. hehe. at least, thats what my report book said. and that was what i told my friend to say. hehe. so yes, for you it may be no biggie to get 21 but for me.. its a big i mean BIG 'achievement" for me :D but i still got 2pts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my second item was pull-up. haha. INCLINED pullups. haha guess how much i gooooot! 10 -_-'' haha. eh! its good okay. since primary school i improved. i used to get only.. well... NINE! now i get 10! what a GREAT improvement isnt it! hahaha. 3pts lah I THINK. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN CAME THE STANDING BROAD JUMP. here, i thought that the whole Escapes gang cheer contributed to many scoring 5pts! haha. except for me -_-'' haha. i got 3-4pts? hahha. but this was the BEST standing broad jump i could ever wished for. we really bonded sehhhh.. riiight? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was SIt and Reach. haha. haha. nothing special about it. ahah afiqah just kept getting 45 45 45 45 45 45 when she wanted to get 46 for 5pts. haha. poor girl. hahha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ONLY thing i scored 5ppts at was SHUTTLE RUN. haha. i got 11:13sec HAHA. but i was proud of myself. though haniz and the rest laughed at my way of running, well, see? it got me somewhere. haha. UMPH. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and  su was still like "Rambut aku berserak eh?"&lt;br /&gt;and i was like "Sempat kau herankan rambut kau..."&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when it GOING HOME time. we said BYE to everyone. haha. even to people i never talked to and would never will like Timothy, FAHMI (OMFG), Gerardes (idk how to spell ur name hor), Natawoeee? (this one i oso donnoe), Timothy 4/2 (who said i love you back.. to ERMA. haha) and WILSON -_-'' haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during MT just now mdm nora asked a very IMPORTANT question. haha. (translated to english) "Are there any here who wants to join the Malay Talentime?" haha. and then my and haniz started singing. haha. again - "All about You". haha. it was good. AND THEN ERMA and SARAH started singing. FUYO! hahha. so stop wondering why it rained a lil this afternoon. hehhe. sarah was hitting all those HIGH notes. and erma was like hitting all those.. well.. HIGH notes too! hahah. so imagine the torture! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow malay prelim oraL! sheesh uhh. takot seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best! hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-3645354360616428056?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/3645354360616428056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=3645354360616428056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/3645354360616428056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/3645354360616428056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/04/napfa.html' title='NAPFA.'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/R_X5B19ItUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5zPeEapB59Q/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-1477999588803657131</id><published>2008-04-03T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T04:50:24.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GANGSTERS? (post dedicated to ERMA)</title><content type='html'>admiring mcfly on youtube. while savouring my mom's tom yam soupp.. yummmayyy. for mcfly i mean. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3XHDZCZDh_M&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3XHDZCZDh_M&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and haniz was like singing this song the whole day. and she said something about me and her singing without instruments. i forgot what that word. oh well. but i must agree, i was GOOOOOD. hhaha. haniz said she sounded good too. alah dier tuuhh mmg shiok prasan. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know, my blog is seriously UNDER nurul's standard. i cant seem to edit it from my computer. but oh well. as long as you can read right? hahha. and well, of course get entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/R_TDTl9ItTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5BmnPlSpnHY/s1600-h/mcfllllylyyyy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/R_TDTl9ItTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5BmnPlSpnHY/s320/mcfllllylyyyy.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184983812383749426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now THAT is HOT. hahah. btw, just now camelia was all EMOOOOO. hahha. she is sick, see? and she was easily angered. soooooo, angered + sick = sickening camelia. hahha. LAME. just kidding. haha. so when we were on our way back, erma (as usual) was fickled minded- "Should i buy bubble tea?" so while deciding, we stopped betul2 infront of this guy eating Old Chang Kee. and oh god! you should have seen his face! he must have thought tat we were approaching him. we stopped and without realizing it, we kinda 'surrounded' him. hahha. so, with his mouth full, he walked away. hahah. i saw that LOOK. hahha. and then camelia and me was like laughing like hell. hahha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aonU_vc7xtU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aonU_vc7xtU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case i didnt get to give some of you guys the link about Tom shouting like a girl. hahha. 1:50 min. hahha. TOM SHOUTS LIKE A GIRL. hahaha. cute seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S NEW WORD : ostricise = isolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, learn that. hahah. i want to make my blog not only interesting but also 'useful' hhaha. chey. like reaaaaall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ERMA. for the help. THANKS SUAIDAH. for that serious compliment. THANKS MCFLY. hahah. for EVERYTHING. ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMCFLY (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864298322972732528-1477999588803657131?l=nurul-ishak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/feeds/1477999588803657131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864298322972732528&amp;postID=1477999588803657131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/1477999588803657131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864298322972732528/posts/default/1477999588803657131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurul-ishak.blogspot.com/2008/04/gangsters.html' title='GANGSTERS? (post dedicated to ERMA)'/><author><name>Cluckity Cluck (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852799586682509795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRPNTnTAN30/R_TDTl9ItTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5BmnPlSpnHY/s72-c/mcfllllylyyyy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864298322972732528.post-8897640604894362218</id><published>2008-04-02T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T04:46:35.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Substituteeeee</title><content type='html'>Funny how one person can make a whole difference. Today was the day, suaidah didnt come to school. what? i miss her okay. it was awfully quiet (there was some moments we did laugh without exaggerations suaidah will give if she's around) we have our substitute. well, some KIND of substitute. hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so during english just now, mdm low low low low low was like "someone pull down the projector screen. and abital was like "Handsome guy, go and pull..." someone she was referring to Fahmi. And i want to take this chance to say sorry to Afiqah. haha. i said "EH! Handsome man! Afiqah, dier suro kau! cepat! go!" hahahha. and she was like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_________-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. haniz was like laughing at her. hahah. and the whole day we were laughing at names. haha. we substitute their initials with 'B'. hahhaha. it was hilarious. (No offence to all this people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) BAFIQAH (afiqah)&lt;br /&gt;2) BAMELIA (camelia)&lt;br /&gt;3) BYNN (lynn)&lt;br /&gt;4) BURUL (nurul)&lt;br /&gt;5) BERMA (erma)&lt;br /&gt;6) BANIZ (haniz)&lt;br /&gt;7) BUMAIRAH (Umairah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our top fave is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASIRAH! ahaha jkjk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its BAGNES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. no offence. we mean no harm. just play2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in love with mcflyyyyy. Harry and Dougie. I kinda got over Danny ardy. heees. and tom and i both knew it would have never worked out between the two of us! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday, we had two encounters with mans best friend - DOGS. one at the minimart. you see, the two girls tied the dog at  the place where ppl walk. haniz walked first. the dog looked at her, but didnt bark. then it was my turn.i was directly infront the dog. the dog HAD TO BARK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did a little jump and a dance to end it off! hahah. malu siaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and firdaus, you are a very unique specicen of men. haha. did you wonder how sarah would feel when you did what you did when she said BYE to you? no i guess... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we're planning a lil get together with Mdm H and Mdm L. hahha. hope it menjadi. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUAIDAH~ dont be like Mrs "KIASU" and please come tomorrow! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you dont want, its totally fine. VERY fine. ABSOLUTELY fine. 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