<?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-3777255446873214438</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:15:51.902+08:00</updated><category term='Singapore'/><category term='OBS'/><category term='Health'/><title type='text'>Wankobloglink.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>420</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-5518776780070991938</id><published>2009-11-05T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:29:59.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well it might be for the best</title><content type='html'>I missed you. Literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-5518776780070991938?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5518776780070991938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5518776780070991938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-it-might-be-for-best.html' title='Well it might be for the best'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-5689557034396945283</id><published>2009-11-04T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:28:19.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As we watch the planes take off</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You can fly so high&lt;br /&gt;Keep your gaze upon the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be praying every step along the way&lt;br /&gt;Even though it breaks my heart to know we'll be so far apart&lt;br /&gt;I love you too much to make you stay&lt;br /&gt;Baby fly away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Fly Away, Corrinne May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-5689557034396945283?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5689557034396945283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5689557034396945283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-we-watch-planes-take-off.html' title='As we watch the planes take off'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-7757575264540293441</id><published>2009-11-03T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:40:05.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one more plane ride and it's done</title><content type='html'>Technical run @ UCC today. Yeah,&lt;i&gt; technical run.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;They expected us dancers to know our exact positions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least give us time to get used to the stage. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was more like a rehearsal than a technical run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the run was messyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence we're having dance practice tmrw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Thursday. And Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, everyday till the thirteenth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I think the things I do are cliches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like you'll only see it happening in movies/shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cont'd, in Thursday's post.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-7757575264540293441?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/7757575264540293441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/7757575264540293441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-one-more-plane-ride-and-its-done.html' title='Just one more plane ride and it&apos;s done'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-7267003616099809707</id><published>2009-10-30T20:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:24:37.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back in your mind to that time</title><content type='html'>A friend accepts us as we are yet helps us to be what we should.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somebody's Me - Enrique Iglesias&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-7267003616099809707?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/7267003616099809707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/7267003616099809707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/10/going-back-in-your-mind-to-that-time.html' title='Going back in your mind to that time'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-1755435853875563510</id><published>2009-10-25T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:16:54.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I don't wanna end up in your rearview</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;If I know what love is, it is because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-1755435853875563510?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/1755435853875563510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/1755435853875563510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-i-dont-wanna-end-up-in-your.html' title='Cause I don&apos;t wanna end up in your rearview'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-753847617126060</id><published>2009-10-19T19:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:53:46.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These dreams keep holding on but now</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(500) Days of Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna watch it again. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had lunch @ Pastamania.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered Mocha Freeze without whipped cream (hate it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It tasted nice though it had Espresso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the coffee  beans were not completely crushed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looked like my drink had bits of black pepper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kneecap's all red and I dunno what I hit it against. O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-753847617126060?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/753847617126060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/753847617126060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-dreams-keep-holding-on-but-now.html' title='These dreams keep holding on but now'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-1441700474416814942</id><published>2009-10-18T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:43:19.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And stars are falling all for us</title><content type='html'>I'm just human.&lt;div&gt;Never perfect, making mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learn as I go along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try my best to correct myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And become a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To understand you better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be a better friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Use me as you will&lt;br /&gt;Pull my strings just for a thrill&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;Though my skies are turning gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-1441700474416814942?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/1441700474416814942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/1441700474416814942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-stars-are-falling-all-for-us.html' title='And stars are falling all for us'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-4608893561930687876</id><published>2009-10-17T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:40:31.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once I had it right it was all too late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;FEVER PITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was so awesome. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movies I wanna watch:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. (500) Days of Summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My Sister's Keeper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The Ugly Truth (NC16)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Darah (M18)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess I'm left with just 2 options huh. (x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay today has been a rough day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been having so many things in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yknow what, after hours of trying to express it all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize the best way is to just go with the flow of life. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-4608893561930687876?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4608893561930687876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4608893561930687876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/10/once-i-had-it-right-it-was-all-too-late.html' title='Once I had it right it was all too late'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-3697341462924044660</id><published>2009-10-16T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:22:51.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gave you everything but it wasn't enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woke up in the morning and boomz it was raining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took 98M to Superbowl Taman Jurong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eh Jalan Ahmad Ibrahim already!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah, relax we're still in Jurong."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You sure not! When to get down?"&lt;br /&gt;"One busstop after this."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picked a neon pink ball *beams*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was supposed to be my lucky ball. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the thumb hole was too small,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then I got dragged along the alley! Damn pink. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks can be so deceiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't worry, even pros get gutters too. &lt;i&gt;*looks to lane on the right*&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Two hours later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Of all days, you wanna go today?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You mean of all &lt;i&gt;places&lt;/i&gt;, Haw Par Villa? D;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*presses bell* Oops not this stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*presses bell* Wait I think it's the next one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*presses bell* Sh*t wrong stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*presses bell* Ah finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we took 30 home and OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met my mum in the bus zxzxzxzxzxz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ttly forgot that she takes bus 30 home from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PHOTOS COMING UP SOON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought today was gonna be awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thanks to the outing which made me realise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the meaning of happiness again. 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone needs a break at times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when you get that break you'll feel simply great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends is a huge word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends that make you feel like school's awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends that make you feel free after stressful exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends that you can fall back on anytime, anyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not every person can be &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I treasure every single one of my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause each of them bring a different meaning to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how much I prefer one's company to the other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never forget what I love my other friends for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I don't end up losing them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-3697341462924044660?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3697341462924044660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3697341462924044660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/10/gave-you-everything-but-it-wasnt-enough.html' title='Gave you everything but it wasn&apos;t enough'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-949554797045504391</id><published>2009-10-15T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:56:10.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will you laugh again?</title><content type='html'>Here I am on the phone again and&lt;br /&gt;Awkward silences on the other end&lt;br /&gt;I used to know the sound of a smile in your voice&lt;br /&gt;But right now all I feel is the pain of fighting starting up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things we talk about&lt;br /&gt;You know they stay on my mind, on my mind&lt;br /&gt;All the things we laugh about&lt;br /&gt;they'll bring us through it every time,&lt;br /&gt;After time, after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a word,&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away,&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;If you just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that time changes,&lt;br /&gt;best friends can become strangers&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want that, no not for you&lt;br /&gt;If you just stay with me we can make it through&lt;br /&gt;So here we are again the same old argument&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering if things will ever change&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;- Say Anything / Good Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-949554797045504391?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/949554797045504391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/949554797045504391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-will-you-laugh-again.html' title='When will you laugh again?'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-4131689587941697168</id><published>2009-10-14T16:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:40:58.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You tell me that you love me, then cut me down</title><content type='html'>Blogging's fun when you feel like you've got no one to turn to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll watch a vcd to kill time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd rather get my eyes glued to the tv screen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than at my phone when nothing's gonna come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heartache-ache-ache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what you get when you wait around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you'll start asking yourself stupid questions like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I never good enough? Am I a disappointment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I make another mistake again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Oh crap, does he hate me now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's stupid cause you get paranoid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in the end you feel like a sore loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's always a point in time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you think that things start to look a little brighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you say to yourself, "This is just a phase."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you wait so patiently hoping it'll all be over soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But over time things change. Even people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's your choice whether you want to hold on to what you feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-4131689587941697168?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4131689587941697168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4131689587941697168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-tell-me-that-you-love-me-then-cut.html' title='You tell me that you love me, then cut me down'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-6781750559618179897</id><published>2009-10-14T09:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:45:21.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think of you and everything's ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;JK meeting in the morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math field test in the afternoon. ;d&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I was brain-dead when doing that paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prefer Australian/NSW competitions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Screw MOE hahaha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whooshzzz guess what what what!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week of holiday is here (till next Tuesday).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I call real holiday because exams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are finally over so put aside all revision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well but sometimes, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;some teachers just don't give you space to breathe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You know this could be something&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything you do and words you say&lt;br /&gt;You know that it all takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left with nothing&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two Is Better Than One - BLG ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-6781750559618179897?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6781750559618179897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6781750559618179897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-of-you-and-everythings-ok.html' title='I think of you and everything&apos;s ok'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-6132237277872596846</id><published>2009-10-12T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:46:27.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It rains when you're here, it rains when you're gone</title><content type='html'>Yknow what I'll just blog about today.&lt;div&gt;It's a day not to forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;304 CLASS OUTING @ SILOSO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay we got half the class but still, it's a class outing&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After PHYSICS, headed down to Far East for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took 190 to Dhoby Ghaut &amp;amp; train to Harbourfront.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farah got slippers for 2 bucks! From Daiso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty for that price okay so Insyirah &amp;amp; I bought it. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought monorail tixs hahah what the fnck,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;classmates took forever to get the machine to dispense theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cash in money to get a beachball from Oscar &amp;amp; Co.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 bucks paid with a 2 dollar note and balance: all coins. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clouds were bleak and it was drizzling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we played in the Emerald Pavilion which was mega huge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entertained ourselves by watching this gang playing soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Commentating on every player was so funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shan't post the bits of our conversation. (x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sun was starting to shine again so we played outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Captain's Ball/Netball + Soccer. 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we'll so rock Netball Carnival '09.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(For interclass soccer we probably can get reputation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for being the most hilarious but brutal class.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left Siloso @ around 6plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had dinner at Banquet Vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SWISS MUSHROOM POT PIE HAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was on promotion and we all wanted to buy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, we didn't even bother looking at other stalls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a damn good idea to put a poster at the entrance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People with very hungry tummies would take that shortcut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well at least when I'm hungry, my tastebuds appeal to anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Candy Empire! (gummies&lt;3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then took the train home. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE 30H&lt;s&gt;3!&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;FOUR&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NATALIEEEEE WEEEEE. (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-6132237277872596846?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6132237277872596846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6132237277872596846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-rains-when-youre-here-it-rains-when.html' title='It rains when you&apos;re here, it rains when you&apos;re gone'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-6480904246276219215</id><published>2009-10-12T21:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:40:14.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait for me, ever so patiently</title><content type='html'>Kay crap I think my blog's dying.&lt;div&gt;I don't have time for my usual long-winded posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how interesting my entire day was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just too lazy to post it all in words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can multi-task but when it comes to blogs no way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike Farah. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus I have tumblr now. Still new to it. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.arctic-skyline.tumblr.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-6480904246276219215?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6480904246276219215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6480904246276219215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/10/wait-for-me-ever-patiently.html' title='Wait for me, ever so patiently'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-7329213787950718587</id><published>2009-10-02T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:27:57.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our song is the way you laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8aprCNnecU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8aprCNnecU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&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/3777255446873214438-7329213787950718587?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/7329213787950718587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/7329213787950718587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-song-is-way-you-laugh.html' title='Our song is the way you laugh'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-777767466050831177</id><published>2009-09-25T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:01:12.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me something sweet to get my by</title><content type='html'>I have a tendency of slipping whenever I play softball.&lt;div&gt;But PE with 304 is awesome so I don't mind. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was attempting to catch the ball that Farah threw to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THE BALL LANDED RIGHT BETWEEN MY THIGHS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jing Han and Wu Wei agrees that sliding on wet grass is fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray I won't have muscle aches tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I completed half of Geo Prop revision exercise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Within two hours but well I'm still proud of myself. 8D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been taking the 6.40am 190 these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; it's freaky when you're the only rgs girl on the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're going out for jalan raya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it helps if you have a super mini book containing all your notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it won't be so obvious that you're studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Is this really happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I swear I'll never be happy again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And don't you dare say we can just be friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm not some boy that you can sway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;We knew it'd happen eventual&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-777767466050831177?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/777767466050831177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/777767466050831177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/09/tell-me-something-sweet-to-get-my-by.html' title='Tell me something sweet to get my by'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-4340922996268070823</id><published>2009-09-22T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:06:52.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a storm in my best dress, fearless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SrjBUJ-samI/AAAAAAAABEQ/SS_I6LeLsxQ/s1600-h/loll.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SrjBUJ-samI/AAAAAAAABEQ/SS_I6LeLsxQ/s400/loll.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384265906541849186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning, I met Tashan at the busstop.&lt;div&gt;He pointed at my uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're wearing blue."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Huh?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My facebook test."&lt;br /&gt;"What the!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And omg I took 180 at like 6.25 am this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amusingly late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slipped so many times during softball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was damn fun so I don't mind getting wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry was bleah, boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like crap when I get lousy teachers before the exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school I followed Farah &amp;amp; Poonam to T3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I could probably get something for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I did. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well if we're not meeting tmr then nehmind ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-4340922996268070823?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4340922996268070823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4340922996268070823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-storm-in-my-best-dress-fearless.html' title='In a storm in my best dress, fearless'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SrjBUJ-samI/AAAAAAAABEQ/SS_I6LeLsxQ/s72-c/loll.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-3511640372788756945</id><published>2009-09-18T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:10:48.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And all I can breathe is your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SrOu9OJLZzI/AAAAAAAABEI/3ly6jzh2oTo/s400/baby-in-hands1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382838346429720370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Dear Brother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As Ramadhan slowly ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hear you whisper softly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we continue our goodbyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all I pray for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that you'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I leave this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"And I´d give up forever to touch you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You´re the closest to heaven that I´ll ever be"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In memory of Yusof B Suhaime,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;19th September 1995.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-3511640372788756945?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3511640372788756945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3511640372788756945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-all-i-can-breathe-is-your-life.html' title='And all I can breathe is your life'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SrOu9OJLZzI/AAAAAAAABEI/3ly6jzh2oTo/s72-c/baby-in-hands1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-34280742629612555</id><published>2009-09-18T20:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:04:12.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You love me, I love you harder</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SrOCKAnlT8I/AAAAAAAABEA/vxj5rEJZQtY/s400/z200038553.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382789088114200514" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Everything you say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Everytime we kiss, I can't think straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt; But I'm okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;And I can't think of anybody else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Who I hate to miss as much as I hate missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;6 Months - Hey Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TGIF. No, not really actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school went to The Heeren with Nurul 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To look for a nice backpack to pin up her BLG badges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*FUN FUN FUN*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So meanwhile I tried out different bags too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've yet to find the most suitable bag colour for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely not Dickies'  plain green/blue/orange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahah Yak Pak &amp;amp; Billabong way beyond budget ah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I'll get Jansport next year. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari Raya is in 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then there's 2 birthdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I only have 1 wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-34280742629612555?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/34280742629612555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/34280742629612555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-love-me-i-love-you-harder.html' title='You love me, I love you harder'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SrOCKAnlT8I/AAAAAAAABEA/vxj5rEJZQtY/s72-c/z200038553.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-5919585907527339152</id><published>2009-09-17T20:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:07:23.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on spell it out, war</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SrItzCz519I/AAAAAAAABD4/NooioTrVKt4/s1600-h/bush.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SrItzCz519I/AAAAAAAABD4/NooioTrVKt4/s320/bush.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382414859612313554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Tuesday (15 Sept '09) : Batch buka!&lt;div&gt;Apparently only 4 people turned up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had dinner at Pastamania at FEP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The baked rice made my tummy sick. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I bought cookies from 7-11!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claimed to be Oooey Gooey Chewy but, NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact I'm eating the last cookie now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday/Thursday- very tiring days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TGIF tomorrow.  8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to a busy busy weekend/.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I'm sick and tired of your attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm feeling like I don't know you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You tell me that you love me then you cut me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;amp; I need you like a heartbeat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but you know you got a mean streak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;makes me run for cover when you're around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;amp; here's to you and your temper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yes, I remember what you said last night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;amp; I know that you see what you're doing to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Tell me why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-5919585907527339152?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5919585907527339152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5919585907527339152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/09/come-on-spell-it-out-war.html' title='Come on spell it out, war'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SrItzCz519I/AAAAAAAABD4/NooioTrVKt4/s72-c/bush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-913208339495393657</id><published>2009-09-13T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:55:07.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out on your corner in the pouring rain</title><content type='html'>Facebook mobile is really cute. (x&lt;br /&gt;(But I'm not deprived of the Internet&lt;br /&gt;neither do I have to help around the house&lt;br /&gt;so yes I don't have to go mobile. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;And hey I've got a free block how awesome. &lt;br /&gt;My whole week's packed except Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Doubt anyone wants to go out due to Raya prep.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll set aside Friday for mugging. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-913208339495393657?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/913208339495393657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/913208339495393657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/09/facebook-mobile-is-really-cute.html' title='Out on your corner in the pouring rain'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-7350850595626390382</id><published>2009-09-12T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:43:57.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You run in the dark through a firefight</title><content type='html'>Agent Cody Banks is shit funny. :B&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm waiting for news to be over&lt;br /&gt;because it's Scary Movie 4 after this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby announce that today is 12th of Sept.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes I know everyone wants to rewind back to 5/09.)&lt;br /&gt;Holidays I must say have been wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;It started out great and it'll end great as well.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Facebook:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nurul takes the Who Loves You Most? quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Results: The letter J.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alisa: Make Farah jealous. Say Jesse McCartney loves you most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-7350850595626390382?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/7350850595626390382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/7350850595626390382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-run-in-dark-through-firefight.html' title='You run in the dark through a firefight'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-5538056963991054829</id><published>2009-08-31T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:28:04.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing like a film without sound</title><content type='html'>Almost everyone I know agrees that:&lt;br /&gt;nothing can ever beat 2007's celebrations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of people I met today:&lt;br /&gt;Sitira!, Long Jian, Ken, Alicia, Liz Xu.&lt;br /&gt;Sharrol, Tashan, many other juniors.&lt;br /&gt;The whole gang of Nan Hua people:&lt;br /&gt;Justin, Darren, Leon, Guo Yao.&lt;br /&gt;And many unfamiliar HCI faces.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The school's awfully boring though.&lt;br /&gt;Most teachers from P6 06  batch left Rulang.&lt;br /&gt;Entire staff room's filled with new faces.&lt;br /&gt;So are the security guards. D:&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to meet the principal.&lt;br /&gt;(But oh wells saw her son instead, tsk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest went to watch The Proposal.&lt;br /&gt;I went home ... to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Someone woke me up at 4 plus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a phone call worth waking up to.&lt;br /&gt;Pray your wound heals fast. 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Burn by JMc&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-711113215065117098?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/711113215065117098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/711113215065117098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/08/send-sos-cause-we-bout-to-choke.html' title='Send an SOS cause we &apos;bout to choke'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-5543288124678297816</id><published>2009-08-25T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:20:07.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'll run, have a little faith in me</title><content type='html'>I ♥ posting song lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;But this time I must admit my post is overloaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. Where Would We Be Now - Good Charlotte&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would we be now baby, &lt;br /&gt;If we found each other first&lt;br /&gt;What would you do now darling, &lt;br /&gt;If I said these simple words&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait, I'll wait&lt;br /&gt;As long as you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But where would we be now baby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait, I'll wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. Wondering - Good Charlotte&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to wait,&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you tell me to stay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would stay right through&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wanna say anything at all&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3. Say Anything - Good Charlotte&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that time changes &lt;br /&gt;Best friends can become strangers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I don't want that, no not for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just stay with me &lt;br /&gt;We can make it through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-5543288124678297816?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5543288124678297816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5543288124678297816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-like-catching-lightning-chances-of.html' title='And I&apos;ll run, have a little faith in me'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-4975879541244308171</id><published>2009-08-24T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:47:00.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give anything but I won't give up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met my SL at Popular Lot One today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at that point of time, I needed ten cents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No not to make a phone call. -.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If a pen costs $1.95 and you're 10cents short,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'd just die die get that ten cents right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Plus I was using Popular voucher &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it'd be a waste not to use it fully &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I sound so typically Singaporean)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nice SL gave me ten cents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I offered her my $10 voucher to pay her back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She declined me with full of integrity:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No I'm an SL, I can refuse to take it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like aw c'mon I'm not carrying out bribery here? (x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I couldn't force her into accepting it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thankyou(s) might seem absurd, but they're sincere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*smiles* I'll pay her back 10 cents tmr morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll finish my SS speech by tonight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get it vetted (grammar?) by Mr Lee tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And prepare myself for Orals the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;; MY FRIDAY IS FREEEEE 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-4975879541244308171?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4975879541244308171'/><link rel='self' 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them I would in September.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On second thought maybe I should have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good to be away from the internet once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause you don't know just what you might find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Relaku menunggumu seribu tahun lama lagi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tapi benarkah hidup aku akan selama ini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Relaku mengejarmu seribu batu jauh lagi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tapi benarkah kaki ku kan bertahan sepanjang jalan ini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-3556478813188020040?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3556478813188020040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3556478813188020040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-i-can-wait-i-can-wait-forever.html' title='But I can wait, I can wait forever'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-358369694755244637</id><published>2009-08-23T12:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:37:30.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing by and waiting at your back door</title><content type='html'>If Farah posted the real version of You Belong With Me,&lt;div&gt;(which is super sweet oh my gosh D:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall post the parody version of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5bL5mZk8hk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5bL5mZk8hk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I mentioned the real version of it is really sweet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*swoons*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life can never be like Taylor Swift's fairytale-ish songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-358369694755244637?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/358369694755244637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/358369694755244637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-farah-posted-real-version-of-you.html' title='Standing by and waiting at your back door'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-8728932221499500050</id><published>2009-08-20T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:48:34.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top down in the summer sun</title><content type='html'>EXAMS ARE OVERRR (so hiatus over!)&lt;div&gt;Lol techinally it's not the end yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I still have my Orals next friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was so awesome cause we only had 1 paper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*all the trip science hist kids celebrate*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had breakfast at Macs at Shaw with classmates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's whatcha call cheap breakfast. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after one meal Mary &amp;amp; I got hungry again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't buy another one cause we didn't want the coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ask for the 2.50 meal but give the aunty your coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then ask her to still charge you 2.50 for the burger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you bought the coffee but you gave it to her free."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed when I saw my tan line after swimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the tan disappeared when I got back home. O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I did my homework at the stadium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Cause I wanted to watch the soccer match btwn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gombak United and Albirex Nigata) ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know blackcurrent plus aloe vera was so nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;One day left to Ramadan! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-8728932221499500050?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8728932221499500050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8728932221499500050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/08/seven-takes-of-same-old-scene.html' title='Top down in the summer sun'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-7619346197377016418</id><published>2009-08-14T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:30:23.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I won't forget all the ones that I love</title><content type='html'>My end product turned out to be an apple after all! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Physics CES:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you throw the pen like this, &lt;br /&gt;and it fly in another direction, &lt;br /&gt;wahh that's really a breakthrough ahh." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              -Mr Yang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah it's a break-through your glass."&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;br /&gt;                              -Lavanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yakinkan aku Tuhan, dia bukan milikku&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan waktu, waktu &lt;br /&gt;Hapus aku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In youth we learn, in age we understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're fifteen, &lt;br /&gt;there's things you don't have to dwell on.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My number 1 priority is character.&lt;br /&gt;Be the change I want to see in myself.&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame anyone if no one has faith in me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a positive outlook on life.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps someday, someone will see the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're fifteen,&lt;br /&gt;there's things you don't have to rush for.&lt;br /&gt;Like love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiatus~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-7619346197377016418?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/7619346197377016418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/7619346197377016418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-i-wont-forget-all-ones-that-i-love.html' title='But I won&apos;t forget all the ones that I love'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-8082845489571655314</id><published>2009-08-13T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:38:46.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You still keep catching my eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I mind people blasting music through their earpiece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this morning was an exception. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some guy was listening to &lt;i&gt;How You Love Me Now&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when the song ended, he played it again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well at least I like Hey Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being 130 years old this year, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we decided to do something cool for ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hire a film crew to take shots of typical rgs life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning we had to recite the pledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stand upright, swing your arms at the same time, smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just like that, we lost half of Math period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE SOFTBALL. 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm anyone wanna have lunch with me on Saturday? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-8082845489571655314?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8082845489571655314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8082845489571655314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-still-keep-catching-my-eye.html' title='You still keep catching my eye'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-4018925824134191244</id><published>2009-08-12T16:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:18:57.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till there's nothing but dark blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Ng's lessons are like Chemistry-made-easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;HALO&lt;/span&gt;-gens&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plan to ace Chem end of year paper. :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(But this Friday's titration uh, haha)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We learnt pretty cool compound names today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I like Xenon tetrafluoride the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History is the must-mug-yourself sub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're loaded with notes for the Revolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh omg PT due this Friday, I'm doing on Newton~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No my end product is not gonna be an apple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE SITTING AT THE BACK OF THE CLASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going for a haircut next week. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Personality can open doors, but only &lt;b&gt;character&lt;/b&gt; can keep them open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-4018925824134191244?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4018925824134191244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4018925824134191244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-fell-in-love-with-you-suddenly.html' title='Till there&apos;s nothing but dark blue'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-3892569442407197289</id><published>2009-08-11T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:57:29.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the bully in the playground</title><content type='html'>My pen rolled off the table during EL.&lt;br /&gt;And then the ink refused to come out. D:&lt;br /&gt;So I used my question paper as a testing paper.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I wrote lyrics to Paparazzi all over the page.&lt;br /&gt;But nope the pen still didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I had &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt; of time, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know who's the worst stalker you can ever have?&lt;br /&gt;Your own neighbour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-3892569442407197289?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3892569442407197289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3892569442407197289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-bully-in-playground.html' title='You&apos;re the bully in the playground'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-6735567961552311265</id><published>2009-08-10T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:02:41.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay up all night with the stars</title><content type='html'>I posted Wang Lee Hom's song on my Plurk page.&lt;div&gt;So yeah I'll obviously hear it every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The video is nice okay) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SA3 tomorrow: Biology, Math, English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The subject I'm clearly not prepared for is EL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can handle the other two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Provided I do revision for another hour or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And school ends at 1:00pm omgosh. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not like I'm going anywhere tmr. Am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-6735567961552311265?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6735567961552311265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6735567961552311265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/08/stay-up-all-night-with-stars.html' title='Stay up all night with the stars'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-1389209877999996389</id><published>2009-08-09T22:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:52:29.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trynna dress up when I'm missing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I walked out of my house and saw my reflection on the lift door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I changed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;City Hall was packeddd gila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had lunch at Macs at Funan (still packed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*This is the part when Dan panics over scotchtape*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then walked to Esplanade (packed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed towards the Merlion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the Merlion area was cordoned off lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut story short, we finally got a spot somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could hear what's happening at the platform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's because a China man was tuning in to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TV function on his phone? Yeah hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The parade commander's voice was super loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut story short, then came the fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spectacular, but I wasn't at all amazed by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't get my mind off some things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Today I came across Macs, a game, a public phone and fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Here's how these things are significant to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;In my life, there has only been one guy who knows how I like my cheeseburger: Plain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;There has only been one guy who gets excited over the rectangular game projected on the floor at the shopping mall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;There has only been one guy who requires me to use 75 cents on a public phone just so I could hear his voice from across the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;There has only been one guy whom I wished I could spend just one night of the entire year, and that is tonight, 9th of August. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I didn't witness the fireworks with that person last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Neither did I this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my wish upon the fireworks? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well honestly I haven't thought of that yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-1389209877999996389?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/1389209877999996389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/1389209877999996389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/08/trynna-dress-up-when-im-missing-you.html' title='Trynna dress up when I&apos;m missing you'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-3924325587803506021</id><published>2009-08-08T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:47:28.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My wish upon the fireworks</title><content type='html'>Song lyrics help you say the words you can't.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the reason is you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really am going to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-3924325587803506021?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3924325587803506021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3924325587803506021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-wish-upon-fireworks.html' title='My wish upon the fireworks'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-2940347439588475310</id><published>2009-08-08T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T17:33:48.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll see me wasting away</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Goodbyes are meant for lonely people standing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And no matter where I go it's always pouring all the same.&lt;br /&gt;These streets are filled with memories&lt;br /&gt;Both perfect and in pain&lt;br /&gt;And all I wanna do is love you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm the only one to blame&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-2940347439588475310?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/2940347439588475310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/2940347439588475310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/08/youll-see-me-wasting-away_08.html' title='You&apos;ll see me wasting away'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-6216714214880041897</id><published>2009-08-07T17:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:21:24.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lucky just to linger in your light</title><content type='html'>I walked into 7-11.&lt;div&gt;And this beautiful song was on the radio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For hours I've been typing the lyrics on Google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just couldn't find the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sounded so familiar. No wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FARAH SANG IT TO ME ONCE. (x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so I finally found the song. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right there next to this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-6216714214880041897?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6216714214880041897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6216714214880041897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-like-flower-poking-sidewalk.html' title='I&apos;m lucky just to linger in your light'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-5414432931587437168</id><published>2009-08-07T15:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:24:39.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May be surrounded by a million people</title><content type='html'>Brighten up my blog with colours of the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SnvbWKnXLHI/AAAAAAAABBY/uqBciyYfVK8/s400/5820_111656634961_699244961_2306034_4414584_n.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367124554795134066" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Credits to Mei Yi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Naz, I prefer the one sung by Michael Buble&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has a deeper and sweeter voice. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt that last year's celebrations were more whoah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe cause this year's at the parade square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you can't really see much from where you sit/stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the day ended on a slightly bad note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Physics we went to Far East.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Fashion there has nicer clothes than other TF outlets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the same price too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had lunch at KFC (again!) - Haha Naz's idea. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh we saw a Little Miss tee. "Little Miss Lisa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they left out an 'A' at the front of the name. (x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway the Little Miss character was all squiggly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it looked like a fat pink blot of ink with blonde hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tied up in two ponytails. &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have a fetish for print tees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's why it's on my wishlist lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Each one a line or two&lt;br /&gt;“I’m fine baby, how are you?”&lt;br /&gt;Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough&lt;br /&gt;My words were cold and flat&lt;br /&gt;And you deserve more than that&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-5414432931587437168?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5414432931587437168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5414432931587437168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/08/may-be-surrounded-by-million-people.html' title='May be surrounded by a million people'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SnvbWKnXLHI/AAAAAAAABBY/uqBciyYfVK8/s72-c/5820_111656634961_699244961_2306034_4414584_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-5474081334510371527</id><published>2009-08-06T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:39:49.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red and purple lipstick all over the page</title><content type='html'>Anal school pfft.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just wear white jeans and touch tee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll wear the red dress for my next date. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-5474081334510371527?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5474081334510371527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5474081334510371527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-and-purple-lipstick-all-over-page.html' title='Red and purple lipstick all over the page'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-3920613307057078653</id><published>2009-08-05T19:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:36:43.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe that I stayed till today</title><content type='html'>I keep hallucinating &lt;div&gt;My phone lights up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your name dialling on the screen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That voice on the other end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whispers, "Hello I miss you quite terribly"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My phone is still dim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm wondering how have you been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Create a message and click send&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The one who misses you, yours truly"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"Biar ghaib mu suatu misteri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Tiada ku mencari sebarang pembayang lagi"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let your invisibility be a mystery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No longer will I look out for another sign&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-3920613307057078653?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3920613307057078653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3920613307057078653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-believe-that-i-stayed-till-today.html' title='I can&apos;t believe that I stayed till today'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-3883449765883149830</id><published>2009-08-03T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:08:11.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe this is just my twisted fate</title><content type='html'>Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wrong when I start slacking.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at fault for having work to do.&lt;br /&gt;What exactly do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it if I'm busy with schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;Examinations are coming up next week.&lt;br /&gt;I'm juggling 3 major subjects and on top of that&lt;br /&gt;I've to complete homework for the others too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not only busy with academics.&lt;br /&gt;I have meetings to attend to after school etc.&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught up with class matters, cca, cmps etc.&lt;br /&gt;And those are activities that I commit myself to.&lt;br /&gt;Is it not good for me to be doing productive work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why you're so mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;I come back late cause of school activites,&lt;br /&gt;and you text me with a very moody tone?&lt;br /&gt;How is that suppose to encourage me to come home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;You want to use this damn computer.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares what time I sleep cause of work.&lt;br /&gt;What matters is what time I let you use the comp.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-3883449765883149830?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3883449765883149830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3883449765883149830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-this-is-just-my-twisted-fate.html' title='Maybe this is just my twisted fate'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-4071301937755830313</id><published>2009-08-01T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:39:14.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But you don't like me, you just like the chase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Drama meeting was gerek. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We got a chance to read out the script with &lt;i&gt;the crew.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; the story was funny (though there was no closure). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I shan't reveal anything yknow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;just in case we're using it for the production. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Semester 2 is a vvv busy period for us Year 3s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even busier than the syf period actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More responsibilities and involvement in activites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let's see. I have ces(es), drama, tarian, fam, cmps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cmps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had lunch with Naz and Dan at KFC (again!) XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we walked to Plaza Sing to meet Teeqa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh there were Victorian-looking people there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the huge costumes and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Giving out flyers to promote Magnum. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kk so we went to Macs to wait for Kak Dian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We got free brownie and cake! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(&amp;amp; we saw Feng Yue there too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meeting again tmr morning at Macs CCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then had to wait for mum to return from gk where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't stand being home alone esp at night. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It creeps me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fingers fumbled over the numbers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Had half the mind of pressing 'Call'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I decided not to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're not the one after all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-4071301937755830313?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4071301937755830313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4071301937755830313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-you-dont-like-me-you-just-like.html' title='But you don&apos;t like me, you just like the chase'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-4614466196905426403</id><published>2009-07-31T21:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:09:34.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't like the backseat, gotta be first</title><content type='html'>OMG TGIF.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My whole week had been super packed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, the weekend arrives. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nooooo, my weekend's gonna suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandparents are going away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And mum will be out for the entire day tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore it leaves me alone from 12noon onwards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everyone's not free. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you wanna see Chad Michael Murray's worst hairstyle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch Freaky Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-4614466196905426403?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4614466196905426403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4614466196905426403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-like-backseat-gotta-be-first.html' title='Don&apos;t like the backseat, gotta be first'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-5969051754463670357</id><published>2009-07-30T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:42:04.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it's a fall from grace</title><content type='html'>School is getting much more awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;But&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; way, way, way more busier.&lt;br /&gt;It's daily routines of long days, and long lists of work.&lt;br /&gt;Exam's coming up in two week's time.&lt;br /&gt;What can I expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 4s are graduating, handover of leadership roles etc.&lt;br /&gt;Which means more commitments.&lt;br /&gt;But that's a good thing actually.&lt;br /&gt;Having commitments and being committed,&lt;br /&gt;gives you an opportunity to become even better.&lt;br /&gt;So I thank all the seniors and teachers,&lt;br /&gt;who have given me those opportunities. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Creates new message&lt;br /&gt;2. Select SMS&lt;br /&gt;3. To: Insert number here&lt;br /&gt;4. Type, "hey, how was school today? (:"&lt;br /&gt;5. ....&lt;br /&gt;6. Save the changes? Yes/Cancel/No&lt;br /&gt;7. No&lt;/i&gt;&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/3777255446873214438-5969051754463670357?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5969051754463670357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5969051754463670357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe-its-fall-from-grace.html' title='Maybe it&apos;s a fall from grace'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-2401011054024622536</id><published>2009-07-28T19:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:15:31.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's why you are my favourite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Social Studies was about vocabulary and phonetics today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Prejudice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Generalizations!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Stereotypes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Discrimination!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Alienation!"&lt;br /&gt;"Marginalisation!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"EH YA AHAHA."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH wait I saw my name in the last word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But only if you spell it the British way. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school we headed down to Starbucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then gk which shop down the street blasted the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tsk listening to it makes me tear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Y.A.N.A - MJ.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And people asking how I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;But every question still has you in&lt;br /&gt;I say I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;And I never think about you&lt;br /&gt;But you're always on my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's probably gonna bug me a little tonight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'll be fine tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-2401011054024622536?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/2401011054024622536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/2401011054024622536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/thats-why-you-are-my-favourite.html' title='That&apos;s why you are my favourite'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-3663412319942644734</id><published>2009-07-25T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:16:59.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be a girl backstage at your show</title><content type='html'>This will be a short post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin Faizal got engaged today. &lt;div&gt;So much yummy food! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helping out in the kitchen was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to pack food stuff for the guests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was like 'The Kueh Factory' hahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for the wedding. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K gotta do English now. Byeeex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-3663412319942644734?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3663412319942644734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3663412319942644734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-be-girl-backstage-at-your-show.html' title='I&apos;ll be a girl backstage at your show'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-3231177349117271092</id><published>2009-07-23T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:25:13.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I need you to know</title><content type='html'>Hey. I don't wanna annoy you on msn so here it goes. I'm sorry if I can't seem to download that one song or help you try out your webcam. I had a tough day, but hey you probably had a bad day too. I don't mind if you swear, or if you get upset suddenly and it hurts my feelings. All the best for tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-3231177349117271092?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3231177349117271092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3231177349117271092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey.html' title='And I need you to know'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-5551105932636140260</id><published>2009-07-19T20:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:39:12.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then I would tell you everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SmMTSXWPr1I/AAAAAAAABBI/wisEgafx0SI/s1600-h/rain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 361px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SmMTSXWPr1I/AAAAAAAABBI/wisEgafx0SI/s400/rain.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360149187726913362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wanna know if I could be,&lt;br /&gt;Someone to turn to,&lt;br /&gt;That could never hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;But I know what you think of me,&lt;br /&gt;You had a breakthrough,&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm just bad news for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;wish I could see you in myself.&lt;br /&gt;wish there was something inside me,&lt;br /&gt;To keep you beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-5551105932636140260?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5551105932636140260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5551105932636140260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-i-would-never-admit-that-i.html' title='Then I would tell you everything'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SmMTSXWPr1I/AAAAAAAABBI/wisEgafx0SI/s72-c/rain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-8945469064424295635</id><published>2009-07-18T22:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:50:39.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this what you had waited for?</title><content type='html'>I think I'm getting better. But nope I'm not feeling better.&lt;div&gt;It's weighing me down. I feel damn heavy deep inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every freaking heartbeat feels damn heavy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick to my stomach I feel like vomiting all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanna get every day over and done with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can take an entire lifetime to cherish someone,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but it takes just a day to take that away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So cherish that someone anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-8945469064424295635?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8945469064424295635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8945469064424295635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-this-what-you-had-waited-for.html' title='Is this what you had waited for?'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-7599758339628238480</id><published>2009-07-16T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:37:36.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm one way, no more connected flights</title><content type='html'>People say, friends are those who help you get your way around life. Those who stand by you in times of good and bad. Whom you spent time with during and after school hours. Etc etc, cliche much right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if, someone comes along your way and makes you feel like you're someone who never deserves to be acknowledged. Someone who doesn't deserve any company. Are you that worthless? Are you so low and inferior to be noticed by anyone anymore? You feel as though you're stepped all over, and you do nothing about it. Because you're helpless, ashamed to be seen by others anymore. In the world around you, people go everywhere together. You? Trapped in your own emotions. You're too traumatised by that someone's words. Now you feel like a speck of dust, unsignificant. What if the someone who can actually make you feel better, is the one who made you feel this way in the first place? &lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;ver get that feeling where you know that someone isn't gonna contact you, yet every text or call you get, you wish it was from them? So you wait. But soon you realised, what's the point? You're not wanted anymore. Where do you go now? You're unwanted everywhere else too. You go around looking for new friends but the world rejects you everytime. Why, you ask yourself. Maybe because you yourself aren't a good friend to others. Your life is so messed up till you don't know the meaning of friends anymore. So if you can't be a friend to yourself, then you won't be a friend to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So meanwhile you will learn how to get by life, without much friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or perhaps none at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-7599758339628238480?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/7599758339628238480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/7599758339628238480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-one-way-no-more-connected-flights.html' title='I&apos;m one way, no more connected flights'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-8076709956509220561</id><published>2009-07-15T21:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:59:52.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember what you said last night</title><content type='html'>The song,&lt;div&gt;makes me want to listen to it over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I can learn its lyrics by heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And perhaps sing them to you someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The song,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes me want to listen to it over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I would get sick of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause the lyrics somehow remind me of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it hurts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-8076709956509220561?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8076709956509220561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8076709956509220561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-remember-what-you-said-last-night.html' title='I remember what you said last night'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-8114754711917065090</id><published>2009-07-15T17:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:17:07.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All of me is a whisper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/Sl2wPSqDfWI/AAAAAAAABAI/rn9iROCqsj0/s1600-h/3348371399_98dcca82bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/Sl2wPSqDfWI/AAAAAAAABAI/rn9iROCqsj0/s320/3348371399_98dcca82bb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358632908393512290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Suppose that I missed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suppose that I care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And suppose that I spent all my nights running scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And suppose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I was never there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;And my eyes are screaming for a sight of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;And tonight I'm dreaming of all the things that we've been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I can't hold on to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I guess I'll be lonely too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-8114754711917065090?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8114754711917065090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8114754711917065090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-of-me-is-whisper.html' title='All of me is a whisper'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/Sl2wPSqDfWI/AAAAAAAABAI/rn9iROCqsj0/s72-c/3348371399_98dcca82bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-8185942686212111493</id><published>2009-07-14T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:29:28.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F to the U to the capital K.</title><content type='html'>I see your name. I want to double-click it.&lt;div&gt;But why? I mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not like you'll want to talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll just reply me out of obligation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm telling myself not to talk to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And nope, not missing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-8185942686212111493?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8185942686212111493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8185942686212111493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/f-to-u-to-capital-k.html' title='F to the U to the capital K.'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-5810831815440086121</id><published>2009-07-14T16:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:50:19.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I get defeated by you*</title><content type='html'>I finally added in archives to my blog.&lt;div&gt;Though I don't really like reading them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too much memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like NDP ): and ... other stuffz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still like looking back into my past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*wangleehom!:D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-5810831815440086121?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5810831815440086121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5810831815440086121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-get-defeated-by-you.html' title='I get defeated by you*'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-8147285696106911361</id><published>2009-07-13T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:27:02.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've only got forever</title><content type='html'>I've got so much commitments now&lt;div&gt;Which is good cause they distract me from my past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray in ten years' time or something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won't think of me as a bitch anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's if you'll meet me again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-8147285696106911361?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8147285696106911361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8147285696106911361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-only-got-forever.html' title='I&apos;ve only got forever'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-6684180941339073185</id><published>2009-07-13T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:47:33.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defense is paper thin</title><content type='html'>What am I gonna do at home for 3 days?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-6684180941339073185?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6684180941339073185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6684180941339073185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/defense-is-paper-thin.html' title='Defense is paper thin'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-6962044465724451328</id><published>2009-07-12T16:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:35:23.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Was on the way to madrasah.&lt;div&gt;Primary school kids went up to 12th storey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Throw the ball now!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the soccer ball hit the ground with a loud thump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheesh, killer litter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could've died if I was directly at the spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brain haemorrhage-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really sick right now&lt;div&gt;Muscle aches everywhere, fever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope I can come to sch tmr manz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-6962044465724451328?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6962044465724451328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6962044465724451328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-3738352670965315486</id><published>2009-07-11T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:06:18.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think we have an emergency</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;It's nice to hear your voice once in a while.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haro Singapore!* has interesting articles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I prefer Singapore Seen*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Click on "affiliates" if you want their links.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://harosingapore.blogspot.com/2005/07/scary-bus-stop-ads-damage-kids.html"&gt;CLICK THIS.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://harosingapore.blogspot.com/2005/07/scary-bus-stop-ads-damage-kids.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You will need the biggest can of Baygon for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly I don't know when this was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't take 190 past Plaza Sing so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;a href="http://harosingapore.blogspot.com/2005/06/arts-fest-promotes-safe-sex.html"&gt;CLICK THIS&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Title of article: "Arts Fest promotes safe sex."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not porn, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just some busker outside the Heeren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who stuffed his head in a blown up condom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/Now I really need to start on my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-3738352670965315486?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3738352670965315486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3738352670965315486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-we-have-emergency.html' title='I think we have an emergency'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-4502604853816764477</id><published>2009-07-10T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:21:52.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll swim the ocean for you</title><content type='html'>Poof my hair smells like chlorine. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were 2 young kids in wheelchairs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who had swimming lessons with their coach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh there were 2 year old kids too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, so cute. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit, supposed to have finished Math Ass by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too busy entertaining Fiddy online -winkwink-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No I'm not going YMC Graduates' Tea tomorow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which reminds me, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to get formal attire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-4502604853816764477?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4502604853816764477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4502604853816764477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-swim-ocean-for-you.html' title='I&apos;ll swim the ocean for you'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-9163226423211522730</id><published>2009-07-08T15:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:47:04.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so frustrating, intoxicating</title><content type='html'>T'was the greatest shock/disappointment of today.&lt;div&gt;But nice hair btw. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhi Ru spilled milo on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just yesterday Feng Yue spilled Mountain Dew on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I got caught in the drizzle today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels like I have this "Get Me Wet" sign on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During Philo we did on Equivocation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P stands for Premise, C for Conclusion)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P1: Smoking is harmful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P2: The turkey is &lt;i&gt;smokin'&lt;/i&gt; in the oven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C. Therefore, the turkey is harmful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm totally stress-high today. o:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-9163226423211522730?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/9163226423211522730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/9163226423211522730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-so-frustrating-intoxicating.html' title='Just so frustrating, intoxicating'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-1814845895762215850</id><published>2009-07-07T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:33:06.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like every inch of me is bruised</title><content type='html'>I got caught in the rain today. (again)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm rather boiled up right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even stuffz on FB ticks me off, somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needa get my mind off some things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like permanently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/Fuk la dammit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I swore to myself to never get upset over matters that involve you, ever again. Right now things about you might affect me a little emotionally. But why bother when I have good friends that stand by me all the time? I'm not saying I have a perfect social life in school. But friends are all I have right now. To find comfort in, to joke around with, but most importantly, to distract me from things in my past. I'm in guilt if I say I want no more relations with you. But at the same time it's not like you care about my existence. You even said that I was pissing you off. I can totally go on about this but what's the point? Honestly it feels like I don't know you anymore. Go hang around your cool friends. I'll go my own way. If you don't want to be my best friend or even befriend me for the matter of fact, then tell me. And in no time we'll be strangers. Is that what you're asking me to imply? Sighs, no matter how much I rant, I can never seem to mention any faults about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I'm losing my control the city spins around &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're the only one who knows, you slow it down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-1814845895762215850?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/1814845895762215850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/1814845895762215850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-every-inch-of-me-is-bruised.html' title='Like every inch of me is bruised'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-6364677741354472784</id><published>2009-07-06T19:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:43:42.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even if the sky is falling down</title><content type='html'>CmPS was gerek. 8)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving out surveys was a fun experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Esp when you meet someone from Anugerah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first 2 surveys were done by people we know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two TK girls and Bob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Your school has only one stream huh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Huh ** so elitist. -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we bought donuts! from Munchy Donuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was one called Tsunami hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M&amp;amp;M one was reallyyy niceeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway then we went for Zuhur at Al-Ansar. (lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met the YIA people at Bedok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was raining heavily when we alighted 197.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sab and I had the thinnest jackets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We're the first to reach here yet we're the wettest."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Cookie Monster got wet too. );&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause my bag isn't that waterproof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left Wisma at 6 (with wet shoes and socks).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home about an hour ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RS block tmr. Wah chiong report ah. Dx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know I've left a bad impression of myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; there's no point lingering around you anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Besides it seems like I'm unwanted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I'm just putting more salt to my reputation,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;by ruining your everyday, yes?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I'll go away, take a long holiday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Insya'allah, we'll meet again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know by then, I'd have changed for the better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-6364677741354472784?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6364677741354472784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6364677741354472784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/even-if-sky-is-falling-down.html' title='Even if the sky is falling down'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-5906570565622290177</id><published>2009-07-05T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:34:37.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger than you ever done it</title><content type='html'>OHMYFREAK.&lt;div&gt;I swear I was in Pumpkin Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/2117/15534050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I accidentally clicked "Go Home"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was back at my own farm pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ttly abandoning my RC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw Facebook for all my addictions. (x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW I NEED TO DO MALAYYY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-5906570565622290177?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5906570565622290177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5906570565622290177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/bigger-than-you-ever-done-it.html' title='Bigger than you ever done it'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-4658981960710936779</id><published>2009-07-05T18:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:20:50.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You were swinging for Mars</title><content type='html'>FengLan (whoever she is) hired me in Farm Town.&lt;div&gt;So I had to help her harvest her crops, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of a nice 'thankyou' she said this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img219.imageshack.us/img219/9642/89199017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF RIGHT, HAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nazihah, you didn't tell me Farm Town had mean farmers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. Someone called me a Farmie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-4658981960710936779?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4658981960710936779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4658981960710936779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-were-swinging-for-mars.html' title='You were swinging for Mars'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-4522260862898502036</id><published>2009-07-05T16:48:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:58:29.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time you should know</title><content type='html'>This post is directed to Muslims actually.&lt;br /&gt;So the non-Muslims can ttly ignore this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've known people who've mistaken non-halal to be halal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm not a certified asatizah to be saying this,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;but I'm just telling you all what I know. Okay?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A thing which I notice is widely mistaken is Subway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, "Duh it's not halal they sell pork -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But some do think the cookies are halal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact they're not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But baking and cooking pork are 2 separate things."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want my reasoning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They might be prepared in two separate places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you never know what utensils they share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or whether they wash the dishes in the same sink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll give you an situation for example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone coughs/sneezes/etc in a room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Germs will travel all around the room, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Subway has a room specially quarantined for pork&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then perhaps MUIS would have declared it halal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because pork itself isn't halal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's most evident is, Subway do not even have a halal cert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So are Subway's cookies halal? Technically, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next is Gelare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend said there was 'pork' on the menu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it's true, then same reasoning as above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that makes the waffles and ice-cream not halal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's, Haagen Dazs etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guys might wanna check out the halal sign too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or just check the ingredients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about ingredients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some food stuff don't have halal sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But their ingredients are written in Arab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you assume it's halal, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can read and understand Arab, good for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ustazah once read the word pork written in Arab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall censor the company name though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Using your own discretion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bubble tea stalls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's just a damn drink for god's sake."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I can see the workers are Chinese, even from China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do I know how the sugar was manufactured?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What brand of pearls do they use?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do the syrup contain anything else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially those Bubble Tea stalls who sells other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liek waffles corn hotdogs etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The utensils would probably come from home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they wash everything in the same sink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the utensils are contaminated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Use your discretion to judge for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not forcing you to stop buying Bubble Tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not declaring it as 100% haram either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another guide I use to judge, is the halal sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The signs may appear differently right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So again that's your own discretion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/2059/39838106.jpg" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://img515.imageshack.us/img515/2789/18554701.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More reliable sign? The first one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only trust MUIS anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look I may sound like a Halal freak here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no doubt some of us make mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when it comes to simple things like food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I said I'm just telling you what I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not forcing or anything. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Just telling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fellow Muslims,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I appreciate you reading this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-4522260862898502036?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4522260862898502036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4522260862898502036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-time-you-should-know.html' title='It&apos;s time you should know'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-9011424586763799163</id><published>2009-07-05T12:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:06:44.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know I can't stay</title><content type='html'>I learnt a new way to vent your anger &lt;i&gt;healthily&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div&gt;Simply, by plucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kangkong&lt;/span&gt; leaves from its stem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or you can play He Loves Me/He Loves Me Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always get stems with odd number of leaves. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get upset over sappy endings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I've to wait for Season 2 of the drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hope Jofry returns to look for Manja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who already got married to Eskandar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now there's a freaking clone of Sahara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;When I said "I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; miss you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it meant that I don't want to get hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;by letting myself believe that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-9011424586763799163?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/9011424586763799163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/9011424586763799163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-know-i-cant-stay.html' title='You know I can&apos;t stay'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-5196317754050182107</id><published>2009-07-04T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:35:52.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;When there is only a single star left in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;At that very moment, the path of forgiveness will close.&lt;br /&gt;The writing in the Quran will vanish.&lt;br /&gt;The sun will lower itself with the earth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-5196317754050182107?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5196317754050182107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5196317754050182107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-find-it-kinda-funny-i-find-it-kinda.html' title='I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-5175338544978761401</id><published>2009-07-04T15:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:35:58.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovestruck, you got me</title><content type='html'>Sheesh.&lt;div&gt;Should I roll my eyes cause my skils are underestimated,&lt;div&gt;or feel bad/hurt cause they aren't good enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I helped granny to make roti jala today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Reminiscing those home ed days with cooking partner Lyana*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My granny thinks I'm never perfect at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to multi-task things like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Mixing the mixture so it doesn't set or anth like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Make a pretty artwork on the pan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Then place it on a big plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Once there's 2 of those pieces I've to fold em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Then put in on a separate serving plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm like a roti-jala-human-machine. 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with time, comes experience and improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got really better at it towards the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can make swirly and flower and zig zag patterns too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My final piece was the best out of the 36 I fried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That wasn't the end to my cooking task.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also helped granny to cook sambal tumis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(For the non-malays, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sambal tumis is a dish made up of chilli paste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An alternative for some would be tomato paste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you add in ingredients such as anchovies, sardines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for some greens, peas etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my granny's style of sambal tumis.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This too required me to multi task.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Stir the dish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Take out sugar, salt, tomato sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Put back the above ingredients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Take a cup of hot water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Place cup in sink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Repeat 3 to 5 if needed, while stirring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I'M DONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my post looks like recipes written by an unprofessional cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staying at home today isn't that bad after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousins are coming over. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've done a good job in cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised today how much I like soya bean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-5175338544978761401?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5175338544978761401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5175338544978761401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/lovestruck-you-got-me.html' title='Lovestruck, you got me'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-8033603862474013792</id><published>2009-07-03T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:28:58.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a hole in your logic</title><content type='html'>Heh I am such a chicken.&lt;div&gt;Math remedial was a drag today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hateee it ttc pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohg I really wanna thank Mr Segarra and Ms Ng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suck at titrations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-8033603862474013792?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8033603862474013792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8033603862474013792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-hole-in-your-logic.html' title='There&apos;s a hole in your logic'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-1708602747469034542</id><published>2009-07-02T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:36:38.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep my head held high</title><content type='html'>OKAY I'M SINGING THE CLIMB. THAT'S FINAL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-1708602747469034542?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/1708602747469034542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/1708602747469034542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/keep-my-head-held-high.html' title='Keep my head held high'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-6344566037423310335</id><published>2009-07-02T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:34:32.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So here I am, still holding on</title><content type='html'>Shitshitshit I can't believe I'm singing tmr.&lt;div&gt;There's only 2 judges &amp;amp; I'm freaking out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm right, I can't sing for nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's not what I aim to do in Arts Fest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm interested mainly in the dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay perhaps acting too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I bet the EL Drama peeps will do much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum's laughing cause I'm singing The Climb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to self: You don't sound like a toad. At least you sound human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better than speaking gibberish. 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-6344566037423310335?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6344566037423310335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6344566037423310335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-here-i-am-still-holding-on.html' title='So here I am, still holding on'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-6813367838195581832</id><published>2009-07-01T20:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:28:20.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me feel out of my element</title><content type='html'>I thought I had a pretty good start to Bio.&lt;div&gt;Till today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I just don't get the terms ATP and NADH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least Bio isn't as wacked as I thought it'd be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's actually comprehendable for me. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Today a historical event took place:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Leek released us early for recess. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How you know which element to draw first?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*On the screen, formation of magnesium oxide*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well usually the metals will come first."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"MgO.. OMg!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMg I can't believe I signed up for Arts Fest audits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a sudden realisation of how scary it'll be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-6813367838195581832?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6813367838195581832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6813367838195581832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-make-me-feel-out-of-my-element.html' title='You make me feel out of my element'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-2715917125661912519</id><published>2009-06-28T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:49:59.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything would be like it was before</title><content type='html'>I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-2715917125661912519?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/2715917125661912519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/2715917125661912519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/06/everything-would-be-like-it-was-before.html' title='Everything would be like it was before'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-7778683471650130343</id><published>2009-06-26T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:54:33.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapping on the same track</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N03XkdIfYVo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N03XkdIfYVo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or, just click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N03XkdIfYVo"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay fine know what? I'll post it here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N03XkdIfYVo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N03XkdIfYVo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big ass chain. 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-7778683471650130343?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/7778683471650130343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/7778683471650130343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/06/rapping-on-same-track.html' title='Rapping on the same track'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-8521403347020260607</id><published>2009-06-24T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:36:43.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He gotta be a moviestar</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a blast. :D&lt;div&gt;(Ahh, finally an outing with buddies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked to Marlisa's place with Zu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't decide on what to buy at 7-11/Esso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just called her to bring some food down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boarded Abg Lan's van there with 8 other ppl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha kinda cramped but it's kay I'm small. (x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were 2 hours early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we spend 1 hour waiting outside in the alley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another hour sitting in the studio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took up the while of 3rd row. (real clear view)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But last minute the staff told us to shift back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause the sponsors are coming bla bla bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we moved to the very very back. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damnzxz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the girls were performing that night so ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nyeah who cares if we're at the back? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Commercial breaks were the hilarious parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People in front were screaming their names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wawaaaaaan! Husseinnnn! Idris!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And .. no one shouted Kamsani's name HAHAHA LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sorry eh Syai)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway had phototaking at the reception after show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn the girls were going nuts over Sein. o:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PHOTOS ON KAK DEE'S FACEBOOK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently school starts next week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I can't go to Anugerah next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheetz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys are performing next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-8521403347020260607?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8521403347020260607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8521403347020260607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-gotta-be-moviestar.html' title='He gotta be a moviestar'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-3332927523251520539</id><published>2009-06-15T14:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:54:27.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's so, she's so fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/8672/68065938.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obor24/7:teamRGS.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kem Obor was totally awesome. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day, we kinda registered late so they ran out of S size tees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(well there wasn't a "Registration Counter" sign)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So Sabreena &amp;amp; I got the huge M tees,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except for Mur who wore her S shirt from 08's camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;HERE COMES THE COOL PART: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all went to Marina Barrage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"There is no Internet access, so whatever info on MB, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you all better get it from the brochures etc there." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The place was hugeee and very pretty too. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took many many photos for our articles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as RGS girls, we no doubt camwhored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Hahaha stereotype seh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spotted a guy wearing striped black-green printed "185".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Trying to spot anyone familiar* ... Izzat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol I think we shocked him but he waved back anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;PHOTOS ON SAB'S FACEBOOK YO&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole day was very technical &amp;amp; dry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had workshops on Adobe Photoshop &amp;amp; InDesign. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which turned out quite fun but some parts were irrelevant to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like decorating the photo with stars and moon? -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the presenter opened an image of the RI canteen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she said, "As you can see this is a photo of a school canteen," &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha then I replied rather loudly "RI". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lunch &amp;amp; Zuhur-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second part of workshop was after lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Dinner &amp;amp; Maghrib-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were brought to the BH office on Level 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to meet some of the staff there, with pretty cool job scopes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this guy who basically faces his computer screen, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looks at photos and select the best one to be put into an article. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easy right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's like a thousand photos la. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while we were up in the office,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; the&lt;i&gt; guests of honour&lt;/i&gt; arrives to the Auditorium. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeq entered and all photographers were on standby postition(x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The interview session was damnnn funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reporter from Fuhua came onto the mike,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then Sleeq was like "Fu whoaaaaaaa."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took over Sab's job of typing notes while she took photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man I was typing like crazy. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-After the interview- Quoted from Sab's blog:&lt;br /&gt;Alisa: Hi, can I ask you a random question?&lt;br /&gt;Alyph: (signing someone's copy of ClassiQ) Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Alisa: Are you Anisa's brother?&lt;br /&gt;Alyph: Yah. Why? What level are you? [or smth like that I don't remember]&lt;br /&gt;Alisa: Sec 3&lt;br /&gt;Alyph: Oh same level, you know her eh?&lt;br /&gt;Alisa: Ya&lt;br /&gt;Alyph: Where is she eh?&lt;br /&gt;Alisa and Me: O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was the start of the competition. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't aim to win, so just have fun yknow? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I became the food monster cause I was sooo hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I made two cups of milo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Mur's always the one going to the loo(x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 3am in the morning, who doesn't get high?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But things got damn stressful as we tried to finish up the articles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were so relieved when everything was over(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we slept from 5 to 7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The auditorium was freaking cold ttm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mur &amp;amp; I were swearing when we woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate sleeping in the cold. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Subuh-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I finished solat, Mur was asleep on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't woke her up cause she hates the cold auditorium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 7.20 we went down, woke Sab up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't be bothered to take a shower, too cold. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost everyone didn't bathe anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Breakfast-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh the breakfast was damn cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fish burgers looked like crabby patties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After bfast was announcement of winners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RGS GOT SIXTH POSITION. 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not bad ah, considering the fact we rushed through Sleeq's article.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got the Kelab Obor jacket and notepad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niceee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept throught the journey back in Sab's car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zzz tired nak mampos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-3332927523251520539?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3332927523251520539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3332927523251520539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/06/shes-so-shes-so-fly.html' title='She&apos;s so, she&apos;s so fly'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-5678055028356163880</id><published>2009-06-12T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:02:37.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude(s) of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SjJfIcYlNlI/AAAAAAAAA_U/DpRnfctGkoQ/s400/sleeq.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346440306305087058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Ignore those hairy legs, please)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway I'm gonna attend Kem Obor this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No kidding, I bet it'll be really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With awesome people like Sabreena, Murnira, *points to the photo above*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sleeq. 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm just worried about the Adobe part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know nuts about Photoshop, heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know you'll miss me(x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-5678055028356163880?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5678055028356163880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5678055028356163880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/06/dudes-of-week.html' title='Dude(s) of the week'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SjJfIcYlNlI/AAAAAAAAA_U/DpRnfctGkoQ/s72-c/sleeq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-3903963018445504389</id><published>2009-06-12T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:55:22.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe we should start somewhere</title><content type='html'>I think today was really awesome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the security table @ the foyer and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the guard told me "Proceed to &lt;i&gt;Raffles Place&lt;/i&gt; please."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wants me to go to the train station?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway it was Raffles Room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took my temperature &amp;amp; marked attendance &amp;amp; saw Mur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we all went for Math together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turned out really productive. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, met Kamal @ the busstop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Lot One for the Macvalue lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(There's this little Chinese girl who was so cute but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouch! she hit her head twice LOL.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kk then I went home to change out of culottes(sp?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; WE WENT TO THE JW PASAR MALAM(x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought like some food stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Hahah standard ah, burger ramly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol didn't know a trip to pasar malam could be so enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Insert a mega huge thank you here* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-3903963018445504389?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3903963018445504389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3903963018445504389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/06/maybe-we-should-start-somewhere.html' title='Maybe we should start somewhere'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-3908492085555572816</id><published>2009-06-10T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:16:49.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin that record, babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/Si9drt9jlfI/AAAAAAAAA_E/C6e9OrSAXMg/s1600-h/LadyGaga-PokerFace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/Si9drt9jlfI/AAAAAAAAA_E/C6e9OrSAXMg/s320/LadyGaga-PokerFace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345594288365606386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lady Gaga's coming to Singapore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ask me for details, I don't know anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Better ask Shankar to get tixs quick)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-3908492085555572816?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3908492085555572816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3908492085555572816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/06/with-my-love-glue-gunning.html' title='Spin that record, babe'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/Si9drt9jlfI/AAAAAAAAA_E/C6e9OrSAXMg/s72-c/LadyGaga-PokerFace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-159007686940560102</id><published>2009-06-10T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:04:56.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I had $340 now/later/soon/someday,&lt;div&gt;I would buy the Sony Ericsson mp3 player and Onto headphones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would trade my phone for the player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's my only source of communication to the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-159007686940560102?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/159007686940560102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/159007686940560102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-had-340-nowlatersoonsomeday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-4134865852597418005</id><published>2009-06-09T13:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:38:40.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS YMC SL CAMP</title><content type='html'>Nazihah♥ Sabreena♥ Aki♥ Danish Akashah Ansar!&lt;div&gt;You people make the camp &lt;b&gt;extra awesome&lt;/b&gt; for me. 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-4134865852597418005?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/Sif_D_MtzkI/AAAAAAAAA-c/58auAh7Ibzs/s400/untitled.bmp" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343519926867840578" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/Sif_W0jC6KI/AAAAAAAAA-k/jDyPcHTI3Qg/s400/untitled2.bmp" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 96px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343520250426222754" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/Sif_lsFe2oI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Gx68IKOevRM/s400/untitled3.bmp" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 118px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343520505852779138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-297551578675088800?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/297551578675088800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/297551578675088800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/06/boom-boom-pow-what.html' title='Boom boom pow -what?'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/Sif_D_MtzkI/AAAAAAAAA-c/58auAh7Ibzs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-2312142296445610002</id><published>2009-06-02T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:20:05.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can someone stop the noise</title><content type='html'>HAHAH oh crap I don't know half of those who're going for YMC camp.&lt;div&gt;At least I still got almost the whole of RGS + Ameera + Aki + Hadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last thing I wanna get right now is a bad sorethroat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-2312142296445610002?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/2312142296445610002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/2312142296445610002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-someone-stop-noise.html' title='Can someone stop the noise'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-6205762388512512524</id><published>2009-06-02T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:13:29.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mum is so fussy at directions.&lt;div&gt;She insists on having a one-way trip to some building called CJ GLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For convenience's sake, she says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol she can't argue with me on travelling to places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't compare two totally different people:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One who have walked from Orchard to JE before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; one who cannot stand walking for &gt;1km.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can just take any bus to Chevrons and walk or,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talk the damn shuttle bus to IMM and walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She actually went to SBS Transit and Yellowpages. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not like she's travelling to the East man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Jurong East for god's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she lost to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She IS going to take the shuttle bus to IMM and walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-6205762388512512524?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6205762388512512524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6205762388512512524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-mum-is-so-fussy-at-directions.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-6991566543333499212</id><published>2009-06-01T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:48:35.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She might be paranoid</title><content type='html'>37.6. 38.6. 38.1. 38.2. 37.7. 37.8. 38.6. &lt;b&gt;39.1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick of this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't think straight for Physics pt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-6991566543333499212?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6991566543333499212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6991566543333499212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-might-be-paranoid.html' title='She might be paranoid'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-2549792395896881971</id><published>2009-05-31T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:04:53.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright inside of me</title><content type='html'>BOOHOO I'VE GOT A FEVER. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Baby, who turned the temperature hotter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;'Cause I'm burnin up, burnin up for you baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-2549792395896881971?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/2549792395896881971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/2549792395896881971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/05/bright-inside-of-me.html' title='Bright inside of me'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-3029195598464994485</id><published>2009-05-31T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:15:25.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't kick the habit</title><content type='html'>YMC GEREKKK.&lt;div&gt;I tried to compress everything and this is how short my post turned out to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Psychology was the coolest occupation. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone were to get diabetes from all the mentos, it'd be Kamal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Bedok Macs for dinner after workshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the guys upsized their meals (so they get a cup).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But none refused to give away theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except for Kamal but I already took his cup once so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Farah showed us Fauzi Rassull's blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"http://www.fauzirassull.blogspot.com"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh then Syakirun gave me his cup. Aww(x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was past curfew. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the journey home was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY FIFTEENTH &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;AKI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; happy eleventh to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-3029195598464994485?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3029195598464994485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3029195598464994485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-kick-habit.html' title='Can&apos;t kick the habit'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-7388742060719444935</id><published>2009-05-27T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:30:19.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shangri-La~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RGS &lt;/strong&gt;will be &lt;strong&gt;closed&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;Fri 29 to Sun 31 May 2009 &lt;/strong&gt;as the School premises will be used to facilitate the International Institute of Strategic Studies Asia Security Conference. There will be &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no access&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;to the School premises and vehicles using the roads leading to the venue of the conference will be subject to Security checks by the Police.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ILOVEYOU,RGS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-7388742060719444935?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/7388742060719444935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/7388742060719444935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/05/shangri-la.html' title='Shangri-La~'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-1148787664378115825</id><published>2009-05-27T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:03:27.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it on the low</title><content type='html'>D:MYGOD.&lt;div&gt;Have you noticed how horrible Singapore Idol is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm generalising all seasons cause I'm just watching the 1st one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still... urgh gross competitors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well who'm I to critic when I can't even sing? I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have this urgeee to give comments on SI, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Plus as a human I have a right to speak. :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Contestants have no sense of stage presence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good example? Watch Adam Lambert. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Contestants are just an ugly replay of the original songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good example? Watch Adam Lambert. No, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sorry Farah I couldn't find anything to support Kris Allen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait a bit of sidetrack here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kris Allen sang 'No Boundaries' better that Adam Lambert, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Back to SI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to watch better &amp;amp; I mean BETTER performances in the upcoming season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheesh if I was in Singapore Idol,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd receive terrible critics from the public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, people like myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-1148787664378115825?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/1148787664378115825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/1148787664378115825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/05/keep-it-on-low.html' title='Keep it on the low'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-4137503595364007237</id><published>2009-05-25T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:51:46.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You were swinging for Mars</title><content type='html'>If I had a boyfriend like Spiderman,&lt;div&gt;he'll be flying around saving innocent people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; if I get into trouble he'll save me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we could fly together in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the sweetest moment would be when he takes his mask off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like Peter would do when he's with Mary Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't have a superhero boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well at least it doesn't exist anymore now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I've got someone who's even more awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-4137503595364007237?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4137503595364007237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/4137503595364007237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-were-swinging-for-mars.html' title='You were swinging for Mars'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-3474446588280952635</id><published>2009-05-24T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:27:16.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the rush of the ocean</title><content type='html'>Crashing down on me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh no wait since when is it ever easy? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My emotions are constantly fluctuating to the extremes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One second I'm on the highest mountain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next hour I'm buried in the crust of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should do a project on myself, titled "Factors of Depression."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell that'll be a really long list of factors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One word I learn from living as a human being: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some put on many personas to get their way through life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While others, hide themselves away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suffering in the cold corners of the world, where nobody knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If their faces had a colour, it'd be black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Symbolising dirt, hardship, labour. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind suggests I stop writing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I'm gonna start getting way incoherent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had taken up Literature in school, I'd die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do I play around with all these beautiful words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when my life is like a jumbled up Scrabble?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or perhaps a crossword puzzle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I cannot find the right words to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life seems&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; incomplete, empty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're right, I never choose my words properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm getting somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numbers, digits ticking in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mathematics, it's such a huge word for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is life a clock, never-ending and all-rounded?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or a Sudoku puzzle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Restricted to only four corners, with so many turns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every verticals and horizons is a whole new set of numbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the whole route is fixed for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How then can you think out of the box?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Geography, however, the world is indeed round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do I stand in this world then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crushed by the erosions of the waves against the surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or drowned by strong, unpredictable tides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps life is like the water cycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People, like water droplets vapourise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they either fall back to the ground or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay up there oblivious to the rest struggling to climb up the social ladder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that sounds like elites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Individually, their lives comprises various things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between the extreme scale of hardship and wealth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The route in life is somewhat fixed, for example&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the expectancy of us being in politics or major positions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then within them, is the presence of intra-elites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whereby some people, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just don't know when to stop being so full of themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zxzx; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life's full of shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-3474446588280952635?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3474446588280952635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/3474446588280952635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/05/feel-rush-of-ocean.html' title='Feel the rush of the ocean'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-6923969555073522422</id><published>2009-05-23T19:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:25:49.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep you like a secret</title><content type='html'>Boo.&lt;div&gt;Open House! ... was a bore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean 4 hours of duty sitting entertaining parents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing I get is a smile fixed onto my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like I'm conditioned to smiling yknow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT having a plastered smile was worth it(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was in charge of the iBooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which many people do not notice. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duty wasn't bad as I expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's interesting for me to meet different people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some parents even bring their P3 child to OH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHIT EDWARD FOUND MY LINK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so anyway I hope everyone loved OH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the lack of facilities etc, it's the RP that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phrases like "space constraint" and such that come from parents don't matter to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we're happy with what we've got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parents shouldn't compare schools, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every institution's unique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna thank many people that made OH awesome for me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My most respected principals, Mrs Hoo and Mr Chang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NURUL, YIN WEN, GIN TENG, ANNE GOEI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8D Love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait this is so random and out of place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wanna end off my post this way:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Filiae Melioris Aevi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-6923969555073522422?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6923969555073522422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6923969555073522422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/05/keep-you-like-secret.html' title='Keep you like a secret'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-6364553539234939030</id><published>2009-05-20T20:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:27:23.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you hate me</title><content type='html'>But still, happy birthday Ronny!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankyou for being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such a nice&lt;/span&gt; neighbour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And an ex morning-bus-mate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; a really great friend to hang out with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But a bastard most times. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're lucky I'm not anti-Eurasian.(x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh anywayyy, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy sixteenth&lt;/span&gt;. 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nfl;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-6364553539234939030?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6364553539234939030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/6364553539234939030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-you-hate-me.html' title='I know you hate me'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-7122855991952642941</id><published>2009-05-20T17:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:45:22.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; I'm cursin' your name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/ShPQTEoT6AI/AAAAAAAAA-M/wJSL84GIKLc/s1600-h/ashton-kutcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/ShPQTEoT6AI/AAAAAAAAA-M/wJSL84GIKLc/s400/ashton-kutcher.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337839009443080194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-7122855991952642941?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/7122855991952642941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/7122855991952642941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-cursin-your-name.html' title='&amp; I&apos;m cursin&apos; your name'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/ShPQTEoT6AI/AAAAAAAAA-M/wJSL84GIKLc/s72-c/ashton-kutcher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-5690864751117104039</id><published>2009-05-19T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:24:57.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A roller-coaster kinda rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;School. Pfft ah no comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Free block was damn syiok, sleep for like 40 mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I'm sorry, but honestly I didn't sleep la okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Had effects from the antibiotic during Physics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I just did the questions anyhow. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Malay lagi gerek ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Cikgu let us watched "Ada Apa Dengan Cinta".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(I love my malay batch&lt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Math remedial was (insert random adjective here).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;We had a total of ... two students. (Insyirah and me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Mr Ang came in halfway, I swear he was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;He bounces around. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;We ended remedial at 5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;But it was worth it ah cause we got nice teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So here's to everything coming down to nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Here's to silence that cuts me to the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Where is this going? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Thought I knew for a minute, but I don't anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Cause I was there when you said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You didn't mean it baby, I don't think so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;291207.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-5690864751117104039?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5690864751117104039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/5690864751117104039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/05/roller-coaster-kinda-rush.html' title='A roller-coaster kinda rush'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-9033890359304524063</id><published>2009-05-17T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:54:45.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If ever there was a doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;natalya; salty booger says:&lt;div&gt;abeh aku tkder boyfriend nak pakai sehhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your fan league says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out Naz's secret to logging into 2 FB accounts simultaneously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muahaha I feel like a Jojo, so smart in a mischievous way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My restaurant is so slow (compared to Naz duh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's cause she's suspected of leaving her comp on overnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EH WASTAGE OF ELECTRICITY, SAVE ENERGY. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause everyone needs a friend to hold&lt;br /&gt;When it's cold outside&lt;br /&gt;And there's no place to go&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs a friend to hold&lt;br /&gt;All alone I cried&lt;br /&gt;There was no place to go&lt;br /&gt;I remember when nobody cared&lt;br /&gt;But you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-9033890359304524063?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/9033890359304524063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/9033890359304524063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-ever-there-was-doubt.html' title='If ever there was a doubt'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777255446873214438.post-8035561561161777581</id><published>2009-05-15T22:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:43:22.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'll watch you like a movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/Sg2Ag7OcfUI/AAAAAAAAA90/Q25MecpLFuU/s1600-h/Tom-Varndell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/Sg2Ag7OcfUI/AAAAAAAAA90/Q25MecpLFuU/s400/Tom-Varndell.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336062436646354242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOM VARNDELL 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Star player of England's rugby team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's fascinating everytime Tom dashes for the tryline. -swoons- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TGIF whoooshzxz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, not really. I've OH training tmr zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got 5 hours left to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus I haven't mugged Arab &amp;amp; history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah pfft. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; ace my religious exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More photos tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll try to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Believe me I'm trying to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's complicated but understand me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I need time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart is numb, has no feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So while I'm still healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just try to have a little patience yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have a little patience yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777255446873214438-8035561561161777581?l=wankobloglink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8035561561161777581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777255446873214438/posts/default/8035561561161777581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wankobloglink.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-ill-watch-you-like-movie.html' title='So I&apos;ll watch you like a movie'/><author><name>Nur Alisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/SL_g6fsXaZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NBKH3-ytihE/S220/famous%3B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW6iYMJhxgY/Sg2Ag7OcfUI/AAAAAAAAA90/Q25MecpLFuU/s72-c/Tom-Varndell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
