<?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-30523852</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:13:55.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nurul</title><subtitle type='html'>You'll Just Come Back For More.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-7300257864993640572</id><published>2008-11-10T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:14:09.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got The Whole World In My Hands.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SRhp0AoKCtYAAFbacVg1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SRhouwoKCtYAAD7M98M1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SRhouwoKCtYAAD7M98M1/Picture-66.jpg?et=1QJUvjPDQkzHOeQcW%2Ba3LQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;A true risk taker. Let me tell you it took a whole lot of courage (that im left with a little right now) to get rid of my curls. But being the optimistic person that i am, it doesn't kill to go for a change. It doesn't kill to look new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SRhp0AoKCtYAAFbacVg1/Picture-70.jpg?et=id%2B%2C08%2CqFDrT2XvmUh7Udw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I would appreciate "hey nice hair but i like your curls more" to not make me feel like i've wasted my cash. No i have not regret, yet. Just that at times, i do miss my cute curls (hey its cute hokay!) It is more manageable and smoother now! Hehe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Life moves on, people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-7300257864993640572?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7300257864993640572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=7300257864993640572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7300257864993640572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7300257864993640572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-whole-world-in-my-hands.html' title='I&amp;#39;ve Got The Whole World In My Hands.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-9168850289048435773</id><published>2008-11-06T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:28:03.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Cows Jumping Cats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;On good nights like tonight I can sing to Fazhan and he’ll just laugh and enjoy his burger. On normal unlucky nights, he’ll just shut me up and say “stop it la nurul its irritating!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;What an unpredictable bf I’ve got. &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Susah&lt;/st1:place&gt; datang ini pacar. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-9168850289048435773?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/9168850289048435773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=9168850289048435773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/9168850289048435773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/9168850289048435773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/flying-cows-jumping-cats.html' title='Flying Cows Jumping Cats.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-3164135410613247764</id><published>2008-11-03T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T06:51:24.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warts In.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQ8OkgoKCtYAACAjQLw1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQ8PdAoKCtYAADyo35c1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I feel like my right hand index finger does not exist anymore. Feeling dia macam frost bite gitu. Abit painful but still can endure coz I really want to get rid of the warts. Ariff and I shared money to but the $40 warts medication from watsons. Expensive or whaaattt?! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now let me educate some of you. Heh heh!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A &lt;b&gt;wart&lt;/b&gt; (also known as &lt;b&gt;verruca&lt;/b&gt;) is generally a small, rough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Tumor" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tumor"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tumor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, typically on hands and feet but often other locations, that can resemble a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Cauliflower" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cauliflower"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cauliflower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; or a solid &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Blister" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blister"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blister&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Warts are common, and are caused by a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Virus (biology)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virus_(biology)"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;viral&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; infection, specifically by the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Human papillomavirus" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_papillomavirus"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;human papillomavirus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (HPV) and are contagious when in contact with the skin of an infected person. It is also possible to get warts from using towels or other objects. They typically disappear after a few months but can last for years and can recur."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warts"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warts&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Prescription&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Cryosurgery" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cryosurgery"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cryosurgery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, which involves freezing the wart (generally with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Liquid nitrogen" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liquid_nitrogen"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;liquid nitrogen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;), creating a blister between the wart and epidermal layer, after which the wart and surrounding dead skin falls off by itself; "&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SQ8PdAoKCtYAADyo35c1/222.JPG?et=GWT7QqicO1GhO4odsEJymg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-3164135410613247764?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3164135410613247764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=3164135410613247764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3164135410613247764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3164135410613247764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/warts-in.html' title='Warts In.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-1232003429560304018</id><published>2008-11-03T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T06:30:19.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Fields.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQ8IhgoKCtYAAENsW6w1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQ8IRAoKCtYAAD4INfM1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQ8I3goKCtYAAE82otc1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQ8IRAoKCtYAAD4INfM1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQ8JlQoKCtYAAGaNQ@M1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQ8IRAoKCtYAAD4INfM1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQ8J9QoKCtYAAHjLGao1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQ8IRAoKCtYAAD4INfM1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQ8KXQoKCtYAAAMBYM81"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQ8IRAoKCtYAAD4INfM1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SQ8IRAoKCtYAAD4INfM1/31102008368.jpg?et=rXggoHCW6f544MXlzoV1Mg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;My new partner's team board. Made with some TLC and secretly pleased with the outcome. Bluekkk! &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SQ8IhgoKCtYAAENsW6w1/31102008369.jpg?et=vBvSfzmowEtuMGBkNXYtPw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The partner of the month board. Loving the frame.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SQ8I3goKCtYAAE82otc1/31102008370.jpg?et=YcDXDbvqw9%2CTP8YtJs%2CRNg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dorcas's new grandmother-ly love tattoo. Fierce babe!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQ8JFgoKCtYAAFuf9u41"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SQ8JFgoKCtYAAFuf9u41/IMG-1377.jpg?et=be6918Cv6UD4IeRhs27VEw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Festive season pastries are in! Highly recommend the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ff0000;"&gt;caramelized hazelnut chocolate chips muffin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Apple crumble, white forest cake, fruit cake is a must try. They are not here FOREVER!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SQ8JlQoKCtYAAGaNQ@M1/IMG-1380.jpg?et=Rp%2C5soKupll5mVDwmDa84A&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;To YOU,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;From US.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Red tees christmas shirt.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SQ8J9QoKCtYAAHjLGao1/IMG-1382.jpg?et=%2BGmWUIOjckmy6z819ljxfw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Then it was Fresh Bulggoggi for the 4 of us. I swear we went crazy with the bulgoggi meats and fancy mushrooms. Now i am looking for a gerek sushi company. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SQ8KXQoKCtYAAAMBYM81/IMG-1385.jpg?et=9J8cCML%2BAe4hmCCop3%2CLSw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mussels.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-1232003429560304018?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1232003429560304018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=1232003429560304018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1232003429560304018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1232003429560304018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/strawberry-fields.html' title='Strawberry Fields.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-4513720526216560396</id><published>2008-11-02T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T06:42:15.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To: YOU - From: US.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQ28AgoKCtYAAE@bgBs1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQ272QoKCtYAAFCRi4g1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SQ272QoKCtYAAFCRi4g1/IMG-1451.jpg?et=hBfCDRmuBMbRr0QK3hWr6w&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ahhh, without me realizes its November already! Starting to feel all the Christmas vibes going on… the &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;“white is out for the season, the reds are in”. &lt;/font&gt;Don’t know what I’m talking about?.... then you’ve been missing out on the promo Christmas toffee nut latte and dark cherry mocha! &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQ276woKCtYAAFj8uyM1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SQ276woKCtYAAFj8uyM1/IMG-1452.jpg?et=wosGcychGhVLQf9bQUJXGQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Been busy preparing the posters, cups, menu boards, retail items… one reason why I am still in starbucks; the semangat-ness of gotong royong.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Have you got yours?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-4513720526216560396?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4513720526216560396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=4513720526216560396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4513720526216560396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4513720526216560396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-you-from-us.html' title='To: YOU - From: US.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-3814041975158753762</id><published>2008-10-27T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T01:46:08.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Hello Sayang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Yesterday was deepavali and soon I’ll be Christmas, Halloween, new year, Chinese new year… gawd! I love festive seasons! Yesterday fazhan drove me to johore for some jalan-jalan and makan-makan. I could tell that he was tired coz we’re stuck in an hour traffic jam at johore. Now it calls for an auto car darling! Haha, but I still love you tho. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Now I couldn’t decide to spent my cash on Kanye west’s concert or on new pair of kicks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Take a break from school today. I am procrastinating, bad! I feel lazy to drive later, double the bad! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_down.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-3814041975158753762?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3814041975158753762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=3814041975158753762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3814041975158753762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3814041975158753762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-hello-sayang.html' title='Hello, Hello Sayang!'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-1012189209687449335</id><published>2008-10-19T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T06:39:46.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feeling English.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPs4PgoKCtYAABbBSfo1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPs4PgoKCtYAABbBSfo1/2831754821-209c8927c9-o.jpg?et=%2CmehKJYqe03aoamftOD7RQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;While I was “cooking” some hot and spicy soup, it suddenly crossed my mind to organize some sort of an English tea party. Still not sure where and when tho but crazy ideas have been running through my mind. Vanilla ice cream with brownies, macaroons, oreo cheesecakes, strawberry cheesecakes, and then suddenly I thought of Bnjs strawberry cheesecake. Fruit salad, fruit tarts, lasagna, Sheppard’s pie, homemade sandwiches…. Awww man, trust me the list is never ending! Told ya I have a lot of things in mind! But I need capital, money! No money = no talk. Gawwwdddd! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cocktail.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-1012189209687449335?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1012189209687449335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=1012189209687449335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1012189209687449335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1012189209687449335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/10/feeling-english.html' title='The Feeling English.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-7294793992704294950</id><published>2008-10-14T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:52:58.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Lockdown.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPSjYwoKCtYAAAXZhAs1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPSjYwoKCtYAAAXZhAs1/IMG-1062.jpg?et=y5rmNPyN%2CCwvLCAvKaRN2A&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Ive never believed that violence will solve any kinds of matter. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victory attained by violence is tantamount to a defeat, for it is momentary. Nothing good ever comes of violence.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing. My body is immune to it already. Nak keluar jalan raya dengan classmates sekali sekala pon tak senang. You now, this is my very first class outing with the ite mates hokay and yes, I was having toooo much fun to even think of going home. Heh. Decided to ground myself and stay home instead of going for store meeting. Yes, im like very automatic like that. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-7294793992704294950?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7294793992704294950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=7294793992704294950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7294793992704294950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7294793992704294950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-lockdown.html' title='Love Lockdown.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-2790008810897804438</id><published>2008-10-10T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:05:49.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real World.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Im as clueless as a newborn baby on how to retort, respond upon hearing that utterly disappointed news. Disgusted. Pissed. Yeap! If there is only one wish, I’d want to be a teenager my whole entire life and enjoy the life play. The real world just stinks for now. Today marks the 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of Syawal. So far, nothing has been real. Like I’ve said, its only a play. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Okok, I’ll tell you what is real.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Paid $25 for that piece of paper. Waited 2 long hours just for that but spent only about 5 minutes completing my eye test which apparently I suck at it. Damn the makcik for scolding me. But yeah, that was real. Fazhan and I got my flavoured ice latte which was really good. Is it true that butches make good coffees?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-2790008810897804438?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2790008810897804438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=2790008810897804438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2790008810897804438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2790008810897804438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/10/real-world.html' title='The Real World.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-7550574341507952406</id><published>2008-10-01T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:18:41.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheer Apathy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Judging from what happened around me, sometimes I wish I would just stay put in my colourful rainbow-fied bubble. Hmmm… I do not know how long more I can keep it within me. The more I talked to people around me, the harder it gets for me to decide. Should it just stay deep (im not clear in mind how deep but im sure it’s really deep enough) it my heart and play along in this little play called life? My answers are indefinite. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;A secret is like a dove, when it leaves my hand it takes wing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-7550574341507952406?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7550574341507952406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=7550574341507952406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7550574341507952406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7550574341507952406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/10/sheer-apathy.html' title='Sheer Apathy.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-6947679090030827626</id><published>2008-09-29T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:36:03.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine Of The Rarest Vintage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOEP2QoKCtYAAHspLQU1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOEP9woKCtYAAAONY8M1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOEQEgoKCtYAAAddbMw1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOEQMwoKCtYAAA3wfNo1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOEQVQoKCtYAAAX1Z8M1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOEQkAoKCtYAAA-DEBQ1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;On Saturday… I,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SOEP2QoKCtYAAHspLQU1/Picture-012.jpg?et=M5FUhWQiQjwAkLYF%2CGhFfQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Did last minute stock up from NTUC &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SOEP9woKCtYAAAONY8M1/Picture-006.jpg?et=aGOG3psAc6eZj069s4UGtg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Get to finally meet my not-so-little cousins&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SOEQEgoKCtYAAAddbMw1/Picture-026.jpg?et=4iJ%2B2QSbyN24VG8GW5sWlA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Had Hajah maimunah’s signature siput sedut&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SOEQMwoKCtYAAA3wfNo1/Picture-033.jpg?et=DibJZynxqD7zO53p76OoMg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Ikan bakar…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SOEQVQoKCtYAAAX1Z8M1/Picture-037.jpg?et=aBG1JJGsmzfTytT2eiYqJg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Had puberty talk with Shaqeel.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Me: qeel, You dah mimpi?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Him: you mean wet dreams? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Lol!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOEQeAoKCtYAABCzFOM1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SOEQeAoKCtYAABCzFOM1/Picture-038.jpg?et=Ph7JVIjMuVrfPxvpM23L%2Cg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Played catching with this little Dora.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SOEQkAoKCtYAAA-DEBQ1/Picture-048.jpg?et=IFclCXI01nJVitbVfX9Sag&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Taught the little girl how to use the camera.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length. I still need more of it, I supposed? Heee.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-6947679090030827626?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6947679090030827626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=6947679090030827626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/6947679090030827626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/6947679090030827626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/09/wine-of-rarest-vintage.html' title='Wine Of The Rarest Vintage.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-6433469214830436132</id><published>2008-09-25T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:21:46.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By-And-By Has No End.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;A perfect working shift would be Faizah, Ct, Syaheed, Syaz, Khai, Ariff and Dorcas laughing our day away with the silliest jokes, acts and stories. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;A day without laughter is a day wasted thus the most completely lost of all days is that on which one has not laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"&gt;At the end of the day, I gave each Ct, Faizah and Dorcas a warm hug because these are the people that make me wake up 5am every morning for work. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;I can’t wait to meet Fazhan tomorrow after breaking fast coz I’ll be all tied down with my little cousins over the weekend. I miss them soooo much! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"&gt;Time flies and draws us with it. The moment in which I am speaking is already far from me. I need a time machine. I really need to pause the time and do some catching up with the people I love. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-6433469214830436132?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6433469214830436132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=6433469214830436132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/6433469214830436132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/6433469214830436132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/09/by-and-by-has-no-end.html' title='By-And-By Has No End.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-1682414560971332589</id><published>2008-09-22T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:19:09.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNfgdQoKCtYAAF50CWc1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNfgpgoKCtYAAGQoUZk1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNfgyQoKCtYAAGRPV@k1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNfhRAoKCtYAAG4AdC41"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;These can only happen when you are on Dorcas's shift. It gets &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reaaalllyyy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; crazy!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SNfgpgoKCtYAAGQoUZk1/P210908-11-3301.JPG?et=U%2Bh46pGcE7fZL6mdpMwCpg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;No points for guessing whos ass.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SNfgyQoKCtYAAGRPV@k1/P210908-11-37.JPG?et=icwKsM5ee4fxsqE3JOz1gg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Meet Dorcas.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SNfhRAoKCtYAAG4AdC41/P210908-15-57.JPG?et=invbnqKoCtcgtrq7%2CEJPeQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It was not easy to get this shot okay! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-1682414560971332589?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1682414560971332589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=1682414560971332589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1682414560971332589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1682414560971332589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-2469480084482737381</id><published>2008-09-21T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:22:53.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ol' School Vanilla.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNZjQAoKCtYAADVdegU1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNZjlwoKCtYAADtRHWI1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNZjbwoKCtYAADUYcvo1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNZj0goKCtYAAECeRRU1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNZjbwoKCtYAADUYcvo1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SNZjbwoKCtYAADUYcvo1/Picture-006.jpg?et=YQHSR4we3aAcp1zdIMSUUw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;Desserts at Swensens on Friday night with the SIAEC people was fun as usual, I’ve missed them a lot! They are a very nice bunch of people. I remembered how they treated me when I was working there despite being the youngest. I’d always but snacks for them, Buy raisin buns for breakfast and not forgetting buying 1 big box of Ferrero Rocher for Fazhan. Ahhh those were the days.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNZjQAoKCtYAADVdegU1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNZjlwoKCtYAADtRHWI1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNZjQAoKCtYAADVdegU1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNZjlwoKCtYAADtRHWI1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNZjbwoKCtYAADUYcvo1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNZj0goKCtYAAECeRRU1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SNZj0goKCtYAAECeRRU1/Picture-014.jpg?et=asVQ5wCJEPuowK8Vf6f0Xw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it was our standard teh o katai date at simpang to end the night. You're simply the best partner to have such dates with! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/rose.png"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-2469480084482737381?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2469480084482737381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=2469480084482737381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2469480084482737381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2469480084482737381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/09/ol-school-vanilla.html' title='Ol&amp;#39; School Vanilla.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-1319992091693156923</id><published>2008-09-17T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T01:27:02.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Third Week Of Fasting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Woke up just in time for Oprah Winfrey’s show. Decided to be lazy and wake up real late after days of working. A partner and I had to fix the sink at 5.30am (yes when every one of you is asleep). The sink was up to no good, it leaked pretty bad that we couldn’t use it AT ALL, thus making us wash the used pitchers at the back room. So leceh like that. Had to mop the entire flooded floor due to the leak. The ice maker was a bitch too coz it refused to make ice! So we had to “borrow” ice from mac donalds. Tell me about it… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I’ll be getting this season’s Halloween barista bear to add up to my collection. Heh heh. Cant help it, they look so cute! Will go hunting for the small magnet bears from other stores since A2 is not taking in any. !@#%^^&amp;%!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Im pretty much settled for raya except for the hair, nails and teeth. Getting Fazhan’s kurung probably this weekend or something. Can’t wait for the cousins arrival next weekend. So many things to look forward too. I love holidays! Do you? Hehe.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-1319992091693156923?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1319992091693156923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=1319992091693156923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1319992091693156923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1319992091693156923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-my-third-week-of-fasting.html' title='On My Third Week Of Fasting.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-1251606053947560888</id><published>2008-09-14T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:42:41.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubby The Cat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;The moment I reached home from Giant, my sister shouted “alamak! &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; dia da masok!” Rupa-rupanya si stubby the cat is beneath the wooden chair already and I was scolded by sister coz apparently she thought I brought home the cat. Padahal tidak lah. But I was looking for it at the void deck coz I bought food for stubby the cat. Tak salah pon kena marah, just because she is afraid of cats! MEEEOOOOWWWW!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;(so free to blog random stuff eh, nurul? Biasalah…. Exams over, tomorrow no work. Enjoy!) &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-1251606053947560888?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1251606053947560888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=1251606053947560888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1251606053947560888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1251606053947560888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/09/stubby-cat.html' title='Stubby The Cat.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-8778031085539626106</id><published>2008-09-13T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T07:31:38.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PaddlePop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SMvLzwoKCtYAAEhH4ec1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SMvMQwoKCtYAAE-0BuM1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SMvMowoKCtYAAFmdPbU1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SMvNcwoKCtYAAHEIZ6M1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Iftar with the girls over at Dyla's place. Had lots of food! Sat for 2 hours just eating and "story-telling". But the joke of the day goes to Syasya's. Had different kinds of foods to finish and everyone was waiting patiently for Dyla's mom super spicy mee soup. 10 points for that. Had ice cream for desserts bought by Nad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Played a game of monopoly and *cough* the winner is s...s...s...yaz!!! coz Syaz bought 5 houses! Heh heh heh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Took crazy photos as well. Gosh these girls are just pure fun to be with!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SMvLzwoKCtYAAEhH4ec1/IMG-1801.jpg?et=BZZkxszgoaPEbMBLAXmNtQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Syaz not ready yet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;                                                   &lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SMvMQwoKCtYAAE-0BuM1/IMG-1802.jpg?et=Mhsu%2Be8qUvJaT2o71tgPtA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;           LOL-ing our night away.         &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;       &lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SMvMowoKCtYAAFmdPbU1/IMG-1805.jpg?et=Pj%2CPKZ2mn8hsXCi9B7fZaw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;        Back: Trying the jump shot with trampoline (mission failed.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Front: Totally have no clue. (???)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SMvNcwoKCtYAAHEIZ6M1/IMG-1806.jpg?et=St4DQo64dXZh3D0hs83sKg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Love love squeeze!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SMvNswoKCtYAAHWmppM1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SMvNswoKCtYAAHWmppM1/IMG-1800.jpg?et=uAR2GmLcEcHrUl4sxLdpig&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks babe for inviting us to you humble abode. We promise to be quieter next time. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-8778031085539626106?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8778031085539626106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=8778031085539626106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8778031085539626106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8778031085539626106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/09/paddlepop.html' title='PaddlePop.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-3506511646465582237</id><published>2008-09-07T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T05:01:14.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S</title><content type='html'>Ohmigod this headache is getting worst! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-3506511646465582237?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3506511646465582237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=3506511646465582237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3506511646465582237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3506511646465582237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/09/sos.html' title='S.O.S'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-3065383960636457965</id><published>2008-09-04T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:20:46.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Night Story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;First and foremost, Happy &lt;em&gt;god-knows-how-old-you-are &lt;/em&gt;birthday to dearest Shuqree!!! Gosh you boys grow sooo fast! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Oh, and I do have problem when people spell my name as sHaz. Wth? My msn nick clearly states “&lt;strong&gt;Nurul Syazwani&lt;/strong&gt;” and yet they can prompt me “hey shaz!” and when I message people, I’ll sign off as “&lt;strong&gt;syaz&lt;/strong&gt;” and they’ll reply me “thanks sHaz” I don’t know is it them? Or is it me? Haiyah… &lt;strong&gt;Syazwani &lt;/strong&gt;better right. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Fazhan was sweet just now. He fetched me from work and we had our usual teh katai at simpang although I know he was tired from work. I love the little little efforts he makes. No, you don’t have to please me with &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;LV&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; bag, luxurious dinner or expensive clothes. And he deserved the new cheesecake and warm lava chocolate cake. Hehe. I know its his favourite. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/rose.png"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;1 whole day of mechanics revision tomorrow before the exam. Argh, can’t wait for it to get it done and over with! Its making me cranky every time I can’t solve a problem! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Speaking of which… call me a perfectionist or whatever that suits you, when you sweep the floor, you jolly well sweep the WHOLE café and not just one spot. When you wipe the sink, you jolly well ensure that the ENTIRE sink is dry and clean. When you want to do work, you jolly well put you heart and soul out and not do it half-heartedly. Therefore I rest my case. Macam nak mintak kene gigit aja dengan gigi besi aku nie lah!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-3065383960636457965?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3065383960636457965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=3065383960636457965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3065383960636457965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3065383960636457965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/09/thursday-night-story.html' title='Thursday Night Story.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-1324921912792464083</id><published>2008-09-01T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:43:57.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cobaan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;My first day of fasting would be a whole lot of &lt;em&gt;“cobaan”&lt;/em&gt; for me. No not the feeling thirsty or hungry but apparently people just want to test how high my level of patience is. And all I whispered to myself was&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;font color="#993399"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#993399"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“sahaja aku sedang berpuasa… amin.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;How was your first day of puasa? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-1324921912792464083?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1324921912792464083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=1324921912792464083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1324921912792464083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1324921912792464083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/09/cobaan.html' title='Cobaan.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-351486936375400777</id><published>2008-08-28T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:50:33.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Yellow Checks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Final year project presentation, checked. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/lightbulb.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Final mechanics test, checked. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/lightbulb.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Sit up counter report writing, checked. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/lightbulb.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Theory test, checked.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/lightbulb.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Birthday celebrations, checked. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/lightbulb.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Shall have a good and early night rest. A well deserving one. Hee! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-351486936375400777?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/351486936375400777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=351486936375400777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/351486936375400777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/351486936375400777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/08/bright-yellow-checks.html' title='Bright Yellow Checks.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-5561701616368550682</id><published>2008-08-22T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:45:42.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why So SERIOUS???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;It has been a &lt;em&gt;busy busy busy&lt;/em&gt; week. Just got home from simpang with the guy to have prata honey and banana and teh tarik. Mom and dad are out for dinner at &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Fullerton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, brother is forever out and sister is out too. Whats new eh. Selamat ada mr fazhan norhan for supper company. If not tengok Olympics aja lah aku…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Watched Journey to the center of the earth with fazhan and mr and mrs ezad. It was fun as expected because his sister is super friendly and blunt and ezad is so funny. Fazhan? He is forever shagged. They fed me with lots of chicken and I was super cuak wondering if I could finish up my meal and thank god I did probably because looking at Kak suria eating was oh-so-selera. The movie was nice I thought, considering I didn’t sleep and it was already 9.30pm. kudos to myself! Dempsy pulak next? Then we can talk about fazhan’s pendekar bujang lapok themed wedding, the girl with “somethin’ somethin’” on her chest… Lol! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Oh, oh. I saw this pretty pretty heels from Zara for raya &lt;em&gt;BUT but but&lt;/em&gt;… the heels were super thin I couldn’t even balance myself! Argh! So nice for nothing!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Completed my presentation and im quite pleased with myself. Just hope the 2 guys are coping well with the electronic stuff. Came back to school in the afternoon for projects and mdm asrina and I talked like as if we’re “girlfriendssss…” do you know how life is without having any ladies in the class? You wouldn’t want to know! Mdm asrina and I would always share chocolates and we even have the same pen! She said “nah, I bought this for you. Because you are part of &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;me.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;” How sweet! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I love being surrounded with entertaining and enjoyable people. It makes me forget about all the boring datelines. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Zeenat is away in &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for holidays. Can’t wait for her return so we can have Fresh Bulgoggi! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/rose.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Cheers for all the happy and great people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-5561701616368550682?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5561701616368550682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=5561701616368550682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/5561701616368550682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/5561701616368550682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-so-serious.html' title='Why So SERIOUS???'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-341564838898557222</id><published>2008-08-10T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:40:19.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacause My Friends Are Your Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJ-QZwoKCtYAAC5xUrM1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ-QZwoKCtYAAC5xUrM1/1-988605381l.jpg?et=1ERmEUNCUs%2BhoYn3UawE5w&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Sings* "Where i belong where i keep me heart and soul, where we are one big family......"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, indicated by a sense of duty, or of obligation. And that, I take it, is the only sort of remembering worth the having. When we think of friends, and call their faces out of the shadows, and their voices out of the echoes that faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why save that we love to do it, we content ourselves that friendship is a reality, and not a fancy that it is built upon a rock, and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I secretly love the bond we’ve created. I think we’re like siblings no one could ever have. We stood by each other when we’re at our lowest point. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the cookies of life, you guys are the chocolate chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/rose.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-341564838898557222?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/341564838898557222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=341564838898557222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/341564838898557222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/341564838898557222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/08/bacause-my-friends-are-your-friends.html' title='Bacause My Friends Are Your Friends.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-7961474931631616164</id><published>2008-08-06T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:04:24.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJpyOwoKCtYAABF7C881"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You know, I’ve been wanting to blog about a Bollywood themed wedding I attended over the weekend and finally I have the time now because Mechanics class is cancelled today. Heh. I was anticipating the ceremony because well, the guy was telling me animatedly how heavy his kurta was (which apparently he mistook his kurta with the groom’s lol!). I was also told Banghra dancers will be performing. You know how normally you’ll see gamelan, kuda kepang and traditional dancers on a malay wedding but this time you’ll see Banghra? Maybe it helps for me because it’ll be my first.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;If you think I was all dressed up in Ghagra and Punjabi, you thought wrong. Okay sorry I was one of the spoilers but anyway, it was super nice to see the crowd donned in their very colourful costumes and my personal favourite was looking at those Caucasians in their shocking coloured thai silk material Punjabi all completed with accessories. So beautiful! Then I saw both of the guy’s sisters in their shimmering sequined ghara and they made me look oh-so-plain. But it’s okay… I shall not steal the limelight away! Haha! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I took briyani for myself but was secretly hoping I could eat the tulang. I just made do with my briyani and the spicy ayam masak merah coz the clumsy me might just stain my white top while eating the tulang! The menu was all strictly Indian cuisine. Oh, have I mentioned the ayam masak merah was so spicy? 100 points for that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;The atmosphere and decorations really made me feel like I was in a real hindi movie. The hot pink flower petals all over, I love the center piece which according to the guy, he chooses it. Yeahhh right…. The different kinds of hindi songs and all really made the situation alive. Then! When I was about to indulge on my food, the sound of bangra music was heard, and the beautiful couple made their entrance into the multi purpose hall. She looked hot in her pink saree like I told her “you’ll look way better than those hindustand actresses”. The groom had his pearly white smile plastered on him all the way! Amazing! The dancers did their thang then the bride and groom joined in followed by those hyper energetic guests. I just enjoyed myself swaying to the music while talking to this pleasant lady beside me. We talked like as if we’ve met before!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;The people there were all so nice and friendly which didn’t make me feel so out of place. Thank you so much. Went home close to 11pm when the bride and groom wanted to make another entrance in their grey costume. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I was sharing with everyone how impressive the ceremony was and how jakun I was. Lol. It was a very extravagant night and definitely my current top notch wedding ceremony that I’ve attended! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJpyOwoKCtYAABF7C881/H504.jpg?et=SnoxqcjbORXAnSQBsYt98A&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Congratulations Kak Suria (&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bride), A woman with a fine prospect of happiness behind her and Husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-7961474931631616164?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7961474931631616164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=7961474931631616164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7961474931631616164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7961474931631616164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/08/pyar.html' title='Pyar.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-4224767723206440163</id><published>2008-07-30T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:07:58.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Focal Point.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Got a text from abang Sam that the management proposed for me and 5 other partners to be a learning coach. Tak dapat jadi qualified teacher, jadi qualified learning coach pon jadi laaahh… feeling-feeling teacher. Hehe.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful; for beauty is God's handwriting, a wayside sacrament. Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every fair flower, and thank God for it as a cup of blessing. The sad truth is that opportunity doesn't knock twice. You can put things off until tomorrow but tomorrow may never come. Where will you be a few years down the line? Will it be everything you dreamed of? We seal our fate with the choices we take, but don't give a second thought to the chances we take. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;For now, I shall impress my teacher with my project report. Argh you can’t leave things like this to guys. They’ll give you trash. LOL! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-4224767723206440163?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4224767723206440163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=4224767723206440163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4224767723206440163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4224767723206440163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/07/focal-point.html' title='Focal Point.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-5482688408374905930</id><published>2008-07-25T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:14:08.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty And The Beast Had Teh Katai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Had our usual teh katai date at simpang after my Friday night shift and….&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Me: you fikir I you punya apa?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Fazhan: bonnie and clyde.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Me: please eh, don’t merepek.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Fazhan: rihanna and chris brown.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Me: *whatever look*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Fazhan: kk! Beauty and the beast!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Me: ahhh! Beauty and the beast can! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Lol! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;We even had to pick out who has the shortest stick just to finish up one pathetic stick of satay left.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;We even laughed over the silliest, not so funny antics of each other.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I think my bf had too much sugar intake. A hyper Fazhan I rarely see. Nonetheless, hes beginning to understand me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Love you. Tomorrow I treat you makan durian k? hehehe! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;For now, goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams, don’t let the bed bugs bite. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cat.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-5482688408374905930?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5482688408374905930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=5482688408374905930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/5482688408374905930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/5482688408374905930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/07/beauty-and-beast-had-teh-katai.html' title='Beauty And The Beast Had Teh Katai.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-3128590462391252342</id><published>2008-07-24T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T04:57:16.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Girls, All Types Of Girls.</title><content type='html'>Could someone please explain to me why girls have to wear eyeliners and all to school? Worst, touch-up thier powder after SnW. Not that im against make-up.... but in school? Totally not my kindaaaaa! Lol! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-3128590462391252342?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3128590462391252342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=3128590462391252342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3128590462391252342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3128590462391252342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/07/girls-girls-all-types-of-girls.html' title='Girls Girls, All Types Of Girls.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-7209690369273258217</id><published>2008-07-20T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T07:40:03.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love At Manhattan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SINN0goKCtYAAEEtb6w1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SINNvQoKCtYAAD9AWd41"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SINNvQoKCtYAAD9AWd41/P1010010.JPG?et=d%2Bq0VVX1r0YxUMSpA72Dpw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Lunch at Fish Manhattan, Dark Night, juicy scandalous gossips… My weekend company kicked-ass! It was fun fun fun as expected.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SINN0goKCtYAAEEtb6w1/P1010006.JPG?et=Ws32grZc%2CQTi5nPjRHPB7w&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" size="3"&gt;What's the use of worrying? It never was worth while, so pack up your troubles in your  old kit-bag, And smile, smile, smile.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SINMhAoKCtYAABtGTPM1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-7209690369273258217?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7209690369273258217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=7209690369273258217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7209690369273258217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7209690369273258217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-at-manhattan.html' title='Love At Manhattan.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-2720382563864530206</id><published>2008-07-19T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T08:01:03.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Sleeping Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cant believe ive been awake since 5am till now! Met the SIAEC gang at east coast for bowling straight after work and finally im home. Been having headache since yesterday night. Maybe just lack of sleep. Argh. I terribly need a haircut right now but you what? I just can’t find the time next week. My eyebags are not diminishing at all. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Met my sister and nazri just now and they were telling me how freaked out he was when my dad asked him to join my family, cousins and relatives from my mom side to makan2 at a cukur rambut event when he was just supposed to fetch my sis. And I was telling them, “tu baru cukur rambut!” I finally broke the news saying I cannot stop imagining how I’d be at fazhan’s sister’s wedding. Since the day she gave me the invitation card, funny thoughts has been playing on my mind. C’mon, its not like as if I’ve met hes parents and suddenly im going to see all his cousins and relatives at one shot. And its not like I know anybody there. I hope my CDR skills will be by my side on that day. I shall not screw up. I shall not screw up. Lol! This wont stop until the day is over.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Haiyah. Just be myself and everything is going to be okay insyallah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just sprayed Body shop deep sleep mist. Hope I can sleep well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Goodnight beautiful people.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-2720382563864530206?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2720382563864530206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=2720382563864530206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2720382563864530206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2720382563864530206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/07/deep-sleeping-thoughts.html' title='Deep Sleeping Thoughts.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-1466169284422477128</id><published>2008-07-14T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:14:32.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Irritating Loh You Apek!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;The Victoria Secret heels I wanted online for hari raya is sold out. The Vans mid cut shoe ive been searching all over &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and finally found it online is sold out. Howwww irritating.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Anyway, that’s the not the whole point. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Friday afternoon on my way to work, I sat somewhere near to the front door, beside the crazy bus driver. I had a hell bumpy ride to work I swear I couldn’t stop starring at him. When we reached T3 or T1, this Caucasian lady whom I believed was a tourist, board the bus and ask nicely “does this bus goes to budget terminal?” and the bus driver answered her insolently “no no! You go behind there. This bus no. go behind” and then she asked again, still nicely “which bus service number brings me to T3” still, the bus driver answered “this bus don’t go budget. You just go behind there!” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I was super turned off by this apek’s attitude and gathered all my guts to come up to the lady and said “there will be a chartered bus that will bring you to budget terminal. Just queue at the last bustop.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I mean, the apek is in a service line and that’s not how you answer to a customer’s query! And shes a tourist for crying out loud! I wouldn’t want those kind of incident to happen to me if im in other country! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Well, speaking of other country, my mom actually gave me the green light to study in &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for 3weeks for some school exchange programme. But the problem is, one of the condition is you’d have to be a 3 pointer andddd im not coz my current GPA is 2.7. So shall wait for the news to update.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I can’t wait to graduate from engineering course! I kinda like it but it’s not something I would want to consider pursuing. Maybe a diploma in other courses sounds great. Hehe, like yaya only.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-1466169284422477128?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1466169284422477128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=1466169284422477128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1466169284422477128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1466169284422477128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-irritating-loh-you-apek.html' title='So Irritating Loh You Apek!'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-6813007595394826120</id><published>2008-07-09T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:06:57.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Eye Sees, The Other Feels. </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issue no. 1) Vision problem. Not attitude problem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;While having fun with the girls at botanical garden, I secretly gave a remark to my friends saying “so many couples taking wedding pictures today!” while laying my eyes on this happy couple which happened to be Kak Suria and Abang Ezad ( Fazhan’s elder sister and her future husband. P.s: I hope I address the both of you correctly!). They were staring at me and I was staring at them thinking “oh, maybe that’s just how their pose was supposed to be”. But no! I thought wrong! They were trying to get my attention, I supposed. After a few “blur moments” I exclaimed “eh, ezad! That must be suria!” haha! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;See, really my vision suck big time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;There was once last year I couldn’t even notice fazhan just a few steps away from me at night at pasir ris park and there I was walking straight ahead with my bestfriend. And fazhan thought I did that on purpose when I swear on my life I didn’t notice him. It was at night, helloooo???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Obviously, the most typical and overrated things that happened to me is when familiar faces approached me along the streets and claimed “sombong, da tak tegur, aku sebelah kau jer!” when fact is, I didn’t even notice la! How could they make such remarks when they should know me better? Sheesh!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Some of the smallest situations are the biggest to some people.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Yes I do have spectacles, but im just plain lazy to put them on unless in class. Yes I do have myopia. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some of the smallest situations are the biggest to some people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none;PADDING-RIGHT: 0in;BORDER-TOP: medium none;PADDING-LEFT: 0in;PADDING-BOTTOM: 1pt;BORDER-LEFT: medium none;PADDING-TOP: 0in;BORDER-BOTTOM: windowtext 1pt solid;mso-element: para-border-div;mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none;PADDING-RIGHT: 0in;BORDER-TOP: medium none;PADDING-LEFT: 0in;PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;BORDER-LEFT: medium none;PADDING-TOP: 0in;BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none;mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt;mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Issue no. 2) Misjudged&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;It’s natural for humans to judge and being judged. I, would rather be judged than to judge. For I do not distinguish them by the eye, but by the mind, which is the proper judge of the man. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Not all mats and minahs are nuisance. Some of them are really really nice to be friends with. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Not all people who don’t talk much are arrogant, some are just have nothing to say, but they think more. (like how Faizah thought I was an anti-social when I first joined starbucks. Lol! So funny. See, it takes time to know each other. Maybe through a small conversation or something)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Not all big size people are lazy, some are just so happy. (And that doesn’t inevitably mean petite people are anorexic and weak!) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I think the world should stop judging someone from their past or whatever mistakes they have done. I am true believer of changes. At least, effort to change. It is not wrong to give a chance. No one is a true angel here. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Well but you know you can’t shut people’s mouth. They are entitled to their own opinions. All you can do is, don’t give a hoot about it! Like always…. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Something you can't really run away from.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-6813007595394826120?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6813007595394826120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=6813007595394826120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/6813007595394826120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/6813007595394826120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-eye-sees-other-feels.html' title='One Eye Sees, The Other Feels. '/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-7736487583493337486</id><published>2008-07-05T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:28:20.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Front Seat Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SG@9EwoKCtYAACu8cCI1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SG@9EwoKCtYAACu8cCI1/P1010001.JPG?et=b%2C%2CT6TOp7ud2iMt11p84xw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;To start things of, you've got something you ever wanted for your birthday and I hope you really liked it coz obviously, I worked my ass off for it. Yes, I had to endure you nagging straight to my ears about how much I work more than I spent time with you. But baby, just so you know I am doing all this for you! You know I want to make you happy. You know I’ll always help you whenever I can. You know I’ll try to be a good best friend, good companion, good listener, good story teller; the list goes on but most importantly a good girlfriend to you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Love is such a common word these days. I dont think i’ll say it to anyone anymore.. I’m going to show it. write it. sing it. dance it. Haha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;. . .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;atleast maybe that will have more meaning.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday, Love! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-7736487583493337486?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7736487583493337486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=7736487583493337486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7736487583493337486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7736487583493337486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/07/front-seat-love.html' title='The Front Seat Love.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-3832103510017679228</id><published>2008-06-23T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:34:42.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple Combo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;For the past one week, I was one eye blinded. Yeah, my right eye almost shut and it was super painful. Slowly it turned so bad and swollen. I thought “ahh, it will only last 2-3 days”. But no! The lump grew and grew. Yes, I still went to work. Haha! I swear my self esteem couldn’t haven been any lower for the past 1 week. I would try to shun myself from having eye contact when talking to anyone, customers especially but as expected they gave me “that” expression. Managers were not helping at all coz they had a fun time in their life making fun of me… okay, so funny right guys! Lol! Took and MC on Saturday from work to see the doctor and I was told I had some kind of viral infection. Macam wth? But anyway, the doctor wanted to cut the lump but I insisted on just applying medication. Are you crazy?! Its my eye hokay! Okay so… this morning I woke up with bloody eye. Yes! The lump burst! My eye looks definitely better now. Alhamdullillah…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Yesterday evening was a little bit too much for me to handle in one day, let me tell you one.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;About 6.30pm, fazhan and I met with an accident somewhere along outrum road. I don’t want to say much on how it happened coz I am still a little traumatized. Thank God everything is fine and no major injuries on Fazhan and I just cuts and bruises. I am having a stiff neck right now maybe due to the collision. Had Camila to massage me and it felt soo good but the pain is back. Faizah told me to visit the doctor coz shes afraid I might have severe headache every now and then. Naaahh.. as long as my other half recover soon, im okay with it. It hurts to see him stuck underneath that sumpah berat nak mampos motor. It even kills to see him teared in pain. Just a few minutes before the accident, I was teasing him about his “fat stubby fingers” and he was teasing me about my “fat eye” and when the incident happened, all I could tell him was “bie! You’ve got a fat lips!” coz he cut his lips. Sorry babe. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;On that very same day, I received news that my close friend’s dad just passed away. I was super caught off guard I didn’t manage to say “innalillah” coz my jaw just dropped and I sat right away. Suddenly my mind went blank. It all happened too soon you get what im saying? Rushed to her place close to midnight to be with her and recite a few ayats for her dad. It was a sad day. My body went weak seeing her mom and she cried. I cried. In the midst of us reciting, a lot of things went through my mind. Like just a few hours ago, I could have lost fazhan.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Sigh… shall not touch on that. Life is too short. Another typical day could be a mishap for anyone around you. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I hope shes dealing with it just now. I know its hard, but as cliché as this might sound, life goes on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wilted_rose.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-3832103510017679228?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3832103510017679228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=3832103510017679228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3832103510017679228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3832103510017679228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/06/triple-combo.html' title='Triple Combo.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-3566708176173206791</id><published>2008-06-16T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T05:59:58.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtains Finally Closing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFZjJAoKCtYAAEmT8W01"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFZjAwoKCtYAAEo@9rs1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFZjQAoKCtYAAEvhE0g1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFZjAwoKCtYAAEo@9rs1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFZjAwoKCtYAAEo@9rs1/Seri001.jpg?et=tfeV5O5IyL2vncs2XErhew&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Look at this adorable doll! Seri mms us a picture her newborn baby named &lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff; " color="#cc33cc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasreana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; at wee hours in the morning and I couldn’t have been happier for her. Didn’t really had the time to visit the mommy and the little bub as yet, but im so sure im going to drag Fazhan to Seri’s place soon. Fazhan is soo going to mix up the Nasreese, Nasreene, Nasreana. Lol! Actually me too lah, since I suck at remembering names. Whats more with the “nas, nas, nas” going on at the front, so not helping at all. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFZjJAoKCtYAAEmT8W01"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFZjJAoKCtYAAEmT8W01/P1010011test.jpg?et=UxGuvJCVtvM%2CE7tRlGXMVg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFZjAwoKCtYAAEo@9rs1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Over the weekend, had our secondary school gathering at pasir ris park. I swear I didn’t regret any second when I was there. Missed those wacky bunch lots. It was nice to see Ms Fadilah coming with her little newborn (just 3 weeks and shes still under confinement!) how sweet. Ms Fud and her monstrous laughter. Sadly Ms farah and Mdm salha couldn’t join us. Boohoo. Both of you really missed out the good foods! Had a “mini debate” with sulaiman (gosh, it was 2 years ago I last met this guy) on “why guys like you should die”. Hahaha. I had so many back-ups and we put him so low until he decided to find a hole and hide himself. Boo, to you loser! Heh heh. Actually no la. We’re cool dude! *spread the love gesture*. Its humorous how we see each other grow. You know, the zaman2 sec1 till now… &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFZjJAoKCtYAAEmT8W01"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFZjAwoKCtYAAEo@9rs1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFZjQAoKCtYAAEvhE0g1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFZjQAoKCtYAAEvhE0g1/Image002.jpg?et=oASg%2B7rWJfIfq9KcKVbnMg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFZjAwoKCtYAAEo@9rs1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a lazy weekend for me. Decided not to work on both weekends and accompanied mom to pasar on Saturday morning. Had our usual breakfast at MacDonald, baked our usual Devil’s Chocolate cake over the afternoon and mopped the entire kitchen since it was flooded coz something was stuck in the sink. Sunday? Was sleep, eat and more sleep for me. Then it crossed my mind “when was the last time I woke up late over the weekend?” just when I thought I deserve to wake up late, my dad just had to scream “bangun! Bangun!” OOOKAAAAYY… so he had to be at home on Sunday morning. It was dinner at Swensen to celebrate Father’s Day. &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Thank goodness im off tomorrow. Cant expect me to work with mata tembel and another day at work with braces wax in my damn mouth. I just had to cut my lips with the stupid wires, dammit! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes; "&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/embarassed.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-3566708176173206791?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3566708176173206791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=3566708176173206791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3566708176173206791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3566708176173206791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/06/curtains-finally-closing.html' title='Curtains Finally Closing.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-7313597941690461481</id><published>2008-06-13T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:01:59.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Direction, Please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFKZXwoKCtYAAHber8o1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I really don’t know what to say, where to start. Somebody please meet me and we’ll talk over a cup of coffee or Ben and Jerrys? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;My perception of men has always been the same. I think they are like monsters that haven’t eaten for thousand years! &lt;strong&gt;ROAR!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFKZXwoKCtYAAHber8o1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFKZXwoKCtYAAHber8o1/13052008276.jpg?et=5GVd88n%2BmYGKdI1tRxDVLg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, but i still love you the same okay? The above paragraph isn't solely meant for you although &lt;em&gt;sometimes&lt;/em&gt;, you can turn out to be a monster in my own world too.  &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-7313597941690461481?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7313597941690461481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=7313597941690461481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7313597941690461481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7313597941690461481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/06/direction-please.html' title='Direction, Please?'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-5356861445168746021</id><published>2008-06-03T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T08:05:07.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, Dude!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I would rather be that&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 19&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;year old girl and be able to think and act appropriately than an &lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouh-so-proud-twenty-plus-year-old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;-someone who thinks and act like a newborn baby.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Seriously, be the bigger one la hello! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-5356861445168746021?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5356861445168746021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=5356861445168746021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/5356861445168746021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/5356861445168746021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/06/seriously-dude.html' title='Seriously, Dude!'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-8569622899613810473</id><published>2008-05-26T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:24:56.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Cyclops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SDtwwgoKCtYAADwl3qw1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It’s a Tuesday morning and im not in school not because I want to escape from my micro.P test but because I woke up with a swallow red puffy eyes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SDtwwgoKCtYAADwl3qw1/Untitled-Stitched-02.jpg?et=Tq289qSs5hvZlThoq0VLjw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Lol!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Just created a friendster account out of boredom. U’huh, so fickle like that. Watching Alicia keys on TRL. I love her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Gotta go have a team meeting to finalize our project design later. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;So many things to do, so little time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Same shit, different year? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-8569622899613810473?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8569622899613810473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=8569622899613810473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8569622899613810473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8569622899613810473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-miss-cyclops.html' title='Little Miss Cyclops.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-503866459946134732</id><published>2008-05-21T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:56:08.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Underground Mix.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Its 1.40pm right now im bored that I cant call fazhan because I think hes sleeping. Decided to prank my sister coz I know she’s in school. Called her umpteen times using the home phone but just remained quiet. She called back my home so I answered the phone but said nothing. Then she called my handphone…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Sister : oi where are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Me : dalam toilet la. Why?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Sister : toilet rumah?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Me : huh? No la im in school la!&lt;br&gt;Sister : whos at home?&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Me: how am I supposed to know?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Sister : eh abg long is working. Ayah is on morning shift.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Me : I don’t know! I want to berak bye!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;A few minutes later I called her handphone again but still remained silence. I think she got freaked out and called my mom.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;My mom called home and I started laughing (initially I thought it was my sister). My mom laughed along and yeah, got a little scolding coz she said “you ni takot2 &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; ure sister jer la!” told her I was bored and surprisingly my mom followed suit and tagged team with me. She called my sister and told her the same thing happened to her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Hahahaha! Its so funny la my sister is sooo kental! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Just a few minutes ago my sister called again and said that my mom wanted us to go home and check. LOL! I swear I couldn’t tahan and started laughing. She was !@$@$%%&amp;^#$%$%^*!!!!!!!!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; " align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;What a boring afternoon! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-503866459946134732?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/503866459946134732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=503866459946134732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/503866459946134732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/503866459946134732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/05/underground-mix.html' title='Underground Mix.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-3621785379393440400</id><published>2008-05-18T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T07:26:21.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run The Show.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SDA7mgoKCtYAAE@JwCI1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SDA7uQoKCtYAAFUL5v01"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SDA8FwoKCtYAAF23I-w1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;As predicted in the previous entry, it has been a hectic week indeed! School, bf, work, followed mom to weekly grocery shopping. Fiiiuhh, that sort of sum up my week. Managed to complete part of my project report writing and has been secretly pleased with the outcome of a night hardwork. (see boys, it pays off to have a girl in your group, especially someone who can be pretty anal like me when it comes to presentation and reports) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Helped mom cleaned the fridge and I restock the new juices from starbucks (go give them a try, its very nice!), my sis’s bottles of wintermelon, my mom’s boxes of apple juices, dad’s boxes of orange juices with pulps. Lol, crazy! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Tomorrow is a holiday and I’ll be working opening again! Btw, my manager didn’t get that transit spot. Boooring! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Been hooked to online shopping since recently. Cant help it coz its so cheap! My sister just got her shoe she bought (exact pattern to those Topshop only of a differently colour) for only $30+ after shipping and mail. And Topshop is selling for $73! I swear im gonna grab those hip gladiator sandals! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;And now, just cant control myself to fall in love with these Longchamp tote bags! Aaarrrgghhhh. So pretty! (did I just make myself sound spoilt? Sorry! You want it, you work for it, you earn it, you get it!) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SDA7mgoKCtYAAE@JwCI1/2640433017_0.jpg?et=iyucgyOi73w88gCe1lce0w&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SDA7uQoKCtYAAFUL5v01/2799433249_0.jpg?et=H2kKHH65ybxgGYgMDP7Cqg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SDA8FwoKCtYAAF23I-w1/2913432112_0.jpg?et=QsHtKccDb%2BoEvQUlYX7UnQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;What can i say... Girls will be girls.........&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt; &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;(Enjoy your holidays beautiful people!)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-3621785379393440400?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3621785379393440400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=3621785379393440400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3621785379393440400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3621785379393440400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/05/run-show.html' title='Run The Show.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-9018499009702332024</id><published>2008-05-12T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T07:17:34.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Me To The Moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif"&gt;I have learned that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif" size=3&gt;I forsee a busy week ahead. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Times size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wilted_rose.png"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-9018499009702332024?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/9018499009702332024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=9018499009702332024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/9018499009702332024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/9018499009702332024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/05/fly-me-to-moon.html' title='Fly Me To The Moon.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-2329635497587701386</id><published>2008-05-08T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:05:27.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Errr, Fuck?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;This is going to be an angry post.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Today I just wish I don’t even fucking exist. Because you know why? Theres so many fucking things to do, so many priorities, so many feelings to take care of, so many things to attend to. Too many fucking things in my fucking mind and theres no fucking soul to fucking support what I love doing, what I want to do. When theres no support, all I want to do is dig a fucking big hole and stay in it forever. No one ask me “hows your day?” anymore. “have you eaten?” “how are you feeling?” you know at times, questions like these make my day. More like a thoughtful gesture. How would you fucking expect me to react when im fucking tired and had 10 hours of sleep the night before and woke up with a fever and got an important project to be completed (which is a potential grade A, insyallah) and theres just someone who wont make my life any better. Just when I thought I watched maroon 5 on tv and I missed the concert. And when a soul gets worked up and angry, it makes me feel like a fucking no brain failure coz I cant make them happy when fact is, I DID! Yes I did. Just that some people wants to see it physically than mentally. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Now, who cares about my project? To hell with it. I should just be home-school next time. Just the fucking tutor and the fucking me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Now, I understand why some of my friends wanted to invent some sort of a time machine. I could just fucking pause the time.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Aaarrrrggghhhh……………!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Fucking school, fucking me, fucking money!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Its stupid to have money plant when they cant fucking produce a fucking cent.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Dammit! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Fucking take care of you own feelings coz no one takes care of mine. Im not that heartless yet!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/angry.png"&gt; &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-2329635497587701386?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2329635497587701386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=2329635497587701386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2329635497587701386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2329635497587701386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/05/errr-fuck.html' title='Errr, Fuck?'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-8218075757877144344</id><published>2008-05-05T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T05:45:50.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Deserves A Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SB7@OgoKCtYAAB58T041"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SB798woKCtYAABGCAbg1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SB7@2QoKCtYAAC0jFpg1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SB798woKCtYAABGCAbg1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SB7-KwoKCtYAADocauQ1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SB798woKCtYAABGCAbg1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SB7-sAoKCtYAAEZ02NE1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SB798woKCtYAABGCAbg1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SB798woKCtYAABGCAbg1/IMG_2635.JPG?et=yTMtKNiXxFFd2IP5mkKbSQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; While waiting for the rest to arrive. Chilled at Starbucks, what else...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SB7@OgoKCtYAAB58T041/IMG_2656.JPG?et=NeuYVO74htr1pVFqUFDm%2CA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;While waiting for Rezzal. Meet Ct, Hann, Lisa, Hafiiz.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SB7@2QoKCtYAAC0jFpg1/IMG_2657.JPG?et=a39QNXDiov7zEVJ2vt8NdA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;Makan time. See the black pepper prawn? Awesome I tell you alll....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SB7-KwoKCtYAADocauQ1/IMG_2658.JPG?et=JTNXZiJt4Wf8Nq1EJJlmCA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;This time together with Ct, Rezzal and Lisa. Cant help it to selit since i was at the center!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SB7-sAoKCtYAAEZ02NE1/IMG_2662.JPG?et=v9iSiG%2CVIPn7dnFXB2y33g&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;Going home time while waiting for Hann and Jue to finish karaoke-ing. Lol!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;The decoration for abg naz's wedding was simply elegant. Congrats abg naz and angel a.k.a sorfina! You know, abg naz is a cancer and his wife is a virgo. Fazhan is a cancer and im a virgo. Hehe, just random facts, sorry. Not gatal lah, sekolah belum pon graduate! &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-8218075757877144344?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8218075757877144344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=8218075757877144344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8218075757877144344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8218075757877144344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/05/everyone-deserves-smile.html' title='Everyone Deserves A Smile!'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-2864075878443110844</id><published>2008-05-02T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T07:37:18.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chew It Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Today, ive just made a decision that I’d like to continue studying in Poly after graduating from ITE. Maybe because im coping well with my year 2 Math. Lets not be too complacent. Maybe im still contemplating. I don’t know?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Apparently theres too many ??? in my mind right now.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;My May day sucks. Don’t bother asking me why unless you are really concerned.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Now…. Maybe I should just go to sleep before I call the innocent party and start getting angry. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Anything can happen in a split second. Really! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;I need my cup of coffee.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cup.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-2864075878443110844?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2864075878443110844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=2864075878443110844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2864075878443110844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2864075878443110844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/05/chew-it-down.html' title='Chew It Down.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-4862798588088134213</id><published>2008-04-28T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T05:00:18.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee*Delic At Newton.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SBW7ogoKCtYAAEUFUaQ1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SBW7awoKCtYAABa2zbw1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SBW7awoKCtYAABa2zbw1/P1010007.JPG?et=M%2BZeN0QKZfyhgMXifDvMHA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;The last minute supper with them starbuckers at &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Newton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; was fun, fun, fun as anticipated. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SBW7ogoKCtYAAEUFUaQ1/P1010001.JPG?et=Hs2ULhdmJGs2ULAvmof50Q&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Thanks for letting me go, mom. Thanks for fetching me, love. Thanks for the awesome – kalau – boleh – belanja – lagi coffee*delic team and Hann. Very much appreciated. Work in the morning, full tummy at night and off to bed. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;What a nice way to end a day before school starts! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SBW73AoKCtYAAFKpGCY1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SBW73AoKCtYAAFKpGCY1/Untitled-Grayscale-02.jpg?et=Dy9UPlM5k06Bfeh1lDGqdA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;With my two favourite tudung girls.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-4862798588088134213?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4862798588088134213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=4862798588088134213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4862798588088134213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4862798588088134213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/coffeedelic-at-newton.html' title='Coffee*Delic At Newton.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-2473394415169161519</id><published>2008-04-24T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T05:23:36.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When All Else Fails, Duck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;I can’t help it but to message Fazhan “you know what? I had a bad day.” Because I know him, for once (as for this matter) would talk to me nicely and make me realize that there is no shame in being wrong. All my ideas for end year project were rejected except for one. However, my dearest madam asrina wants me to come out with something better that she can send for competition or something. As quoted by her “I want you to do well, I believe you have a brain of a wonder woman”. Aiseh bedah! Maybe she just wants to make me feel better.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Now you know what Faz? You deserve a stanza from David Cook’s (who happens to be my fantasy bf) “Always Be My Baby”. Haha. Since Im currently so in love with this song and you always crossed my mind whenever I listen to it. Awww… sorry la I think that guy (fazhan) deserve some public credits for behaving well today. Now, THAT IS something new. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"&gt;" We were as one, babe&lt;BR&gt;for a moment in time.&lt;BR&gt;And it seemed everlasting,&lt;BR&gt;that you would always be mine.&lt;BR&gt;Now you wanna be free,&lt;BR&gt;so I'm letting you fly,&lt;BR&gt;'cause I know in my heart, babe,&lt;BR&gt;our love will never die.&lt;BR&gt;You'll always be a part of me.&lt;BR&gt;I'm part of you indefinitely.&lt;BR&gt;Boy, don't you know you can't escape me.&lt;BR&gt;Ooh darling, cause you'll always be my baby.&lt;BR&gt;And we'll linger on.&lt;BR&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong.&lt;BR&gt;No way you're ever gonna shake me.&lt;BR&gt;Ooh darling, 'cause you'll always be my baby.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; "&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Now, im still cracking up new ideas. My mum has been helping, in morale sense that is. Lol! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Im baking chocolate cake for her right now. I can smell it! I can smell it! Devil’s Chocolate Chips Cake. Omg mengundang selera betol! And she asked me to cook some soup for her later on. Wah wah wah…. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;It seems like my mood for blogging is back! After like yeaaaars of having random mental block. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;I have not failed. Maybe, ive just found 10,0000 ways that wont work.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Positive thoughts! Positive thoughts! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-2473394415169161519?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2473394415169161519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=2473394415169161519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2473394415169161519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2473394415169161519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-all-else-fails-duck.html' title='When All Else Fails, Duck.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-1475717737475290351</id><published>2008-04-21T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T05:23:04.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAyClQoKCtYAAByHhlo1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAyCtAoKCtYAACUCtaY1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAyDAQoKCtYAACsJ1-k1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAyDNgoKCtYAACsI11g1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAyDsgoKCtYAAD1IS0U1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAyEHQoKCtYAAEhuBQM1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAyFDQoKCtYAAGl-tL81"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAyFMAoKCtYAAHIS0Zc1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;[Saturday]&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAyClQoKCtYAAByHhlo1/Untitled-Stitched-03.jpg?et=ANo4NodsuX5JUIWFbErwlg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Saturday for me was work in the morning. Ben and Jerry’s, Definitely Maybe, Vivo, small talk on random topics together with Fazhan in the afternoon till evening. Dinner cum supper at east coast with my family together with Fazhan and my sister’s other half at East coast at night. It was a simply and nice way to spent my Saturday weekend. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAyCtAoKCtYAACUCtaY1/Untitled-Stitched-02.jpg?et=EVARjB5K3H2n7ei6rACE4g&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;[Sunday]&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAyDsgoKCtYAAD1IS0U1/Untitled-Stitched-02.jpg?et=QaeU%2CDBxkBgBucCD2acoaA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Sunday morning has always been put aside for work. But this time I decided to take the bus so Fazhan could have that extra sleep to catch. The &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Forbidden City&lt;/st1:place&gt; for us after work then accompanied my mom for our weekly grocery shopping. At night, I baked blueberry muffins which turned out not soooo bad lah. Could have been better. I didn’t have muffins tray so I made do with just the cup holder itself, with no support thus it explains why my muffins were soo flat? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAyEHQoKCtYAAEhuBQM1/Untitled-Stitched-03.jpg?et=gf8UAKDpc9FCDL13%2C5V65A&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;And i snapped a few random tak ada kene mengena with muffins picture just to test my camera's flash, ISO, lighting and so on... Oh btw, those are small bears collected from starbucks. I think they look so cute and I started collecting them. And some family pictures there..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;[Monday]&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAyFDQoKCtYAAGl-tL81/Untitled-Stitched-01.jpg?et=vgy%2CCk8eadPObs7mvW4SCg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Long draggy school hours. The humid weather is no helping at all. But you know what made up for it? Long MSN webcam chat with my cousins over in &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Sydney&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. Shaqeel and Shuqree cut to short almost bald BUT, they have this “tail” at the back of their head. Tengah trend over in &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Sydney&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; or so they claimed. Little putri looked like Tinkywinky from Tellitubbies with her purple jumpsuit. So cute. Shaqeel said now he wants to have Mohawk. Haha. I miss then when they’re still little boys. Now, they act so abang2. playing soccer, girls, Guitar hero3 and whatever else. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAyFMAoKCtYAAHIS0Zc1/Untitled-Stitched-02.jpg?et=ezpRWuCL9i43KVyzBw%2BkVg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;I really miss them. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-1475717737475290351?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1475717737475290351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=1475717737475290351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1475717737475290351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1475717737475290351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-4177245576813518315</id><published>2008-04-18T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:24:55.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;The conversation I had with two of the resident evils at my workplace. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Resident evil 1: hello beauty! Wah you so pretty today.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Me: really? Thanks. But im sooo tired!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Resident evil 1: eh how much you pay for your braces?&lt;BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Me: five thousand.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Resident evil 1: wah so expensive one huh?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Me: yah, GST increase mah.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Resident evil 1: last time my daughter also got put one. Wear 2 years.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Resident evil 2 : long time uh, my daughter also. About 20 years ago. Wear only 3 thousand.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Me : price of metal also increase.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;(Nizam at the side laughing already)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Resident evil 1: eh girl when you open?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Me : tomorrow. Okay byebye thank you, see you again! Hai, next customer pleassssseee???&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;These two crazy nonyas at my store. Orang masok poly, daughter dia masok poly jugak. Orang pakai braces, daughter dia pakai braces jugak. So lazy to layan. They must be insane or something. Getting irritated with them already lor… &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Oh plus my wisdom tooth on the bottom right side is growing and I swear im not liking it coz its making me into a very angry person.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Thanks lah.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-4177245576813518315?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4177245576813518315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=4177245576813518315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4177245576813518315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4177245576813518315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/wisdom.html' title='Wisdom.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-1881906334237828808</id><published>2008-04-13T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T07:16:30.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Canvas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAISJwoKCtYAAGecbJ81"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAIScAoKCtYAAD4h6IE1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAISwQoKCtYAAHFOxJs1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAIS5QoKCtYAAHhb8Iw1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAITdgoKCtYAAAvBUMg1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAITUgoKCtYAAH@pFkQ1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Today I just felt irritated, extra tired, pissed-off &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;and a little bit of everything. I hate it when someone doesn’t want to admit his fault when he clearly knows he did a mistake. Saying sorry or admitting you’ve done something wrong won’t make you a loser, LOSER. Otak dia mati agaknya pagi2 tak mandi.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAITUgoKCtYAAH@pFkQ1/Untitled-Stitched-01.jpg?et=5PXC%2BNcRc%2B1B7VJLf3Ymtg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;After work, I accompanied Fazhan to expo for Bike Asia exhibition and we met a very nice couple infront of us. She actually offered us to use her SAFRA card so we’ll get a discount. How nice! Then at one of the booth, a foreign guy liked my helmet design and took pictures of it and in return gave us 2 free some bike brand tee-shirts. Double the nice.&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAITdgoKCtYAAAvBUMg1/Untitled-Stitched-02.jpg?et=J0ry%2CkEGso9itwMBCK57ng&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAISJwoKCtYAAGecbJ81"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAIScAoKCtYAAD4h6IE1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;That’s about it.  &lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif"&gt;I have never taken any exercise except sleeping and resting. It's time now.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Tomorrow im back to school! Daaammnnn! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-1881906334237828808?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1881906334237828808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=1881906334237828808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1881906334237828808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1881906334237828808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/empty-canvas.html' title='Empty Canvas.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-2700730619565379091</id><published>2008-04-11T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T08:31:46.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Transit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;After a super very long day, Nad gave me this link and it really made my day! Its super funny you guys better like it. If you're not laughing, i suggest you go get some life and not be too serious can? Maybe you just need to run to the nearest Starbucks and purchase the current promo Dulce De Leche to perk up your day or something...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9WmKre5O2I"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9WmKre5O2I&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Transit!&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Transit!&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000 size=5&gt;Transit! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000 size=6&gt;Transit!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-2700730619565379091?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2700730619565379091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=2700730619565379091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2700730619565379091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2700730619565379091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/bloody-transit.html' title='Bloody Transit.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-159958435710537364</id><published>2008-04-09T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T03:16:41.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Of Audacity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Kira konon sekarang "in-thing" la to blog 24/7 about clubbing, hanging out till early morning along clark quay, mos, hang over, sleep over bf’s house, take pictures drinking beer/alcohol, grinding, winding,&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;pictures that purposely shows the cleavage, make-up as thick as a retired model. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;People change. People change. Its something you can't run away from.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif" size=3&gt;Some change to fit-in. Some change to be accepted. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif" size=3&gt;Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Times size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Times size=3&gt;Something to ponder about.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Times size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;Good day! As for me, the world smells like passion fruit. Cheers!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-159958435710537364?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/159958435710537364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=159958435710537364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/159958435710537364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/159958435710537364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/child-of-audacity.html' title='Child Of Audacity.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-1595202091653959779</id><published>2008-04-09T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T08:54:54.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dominating Of The Nerves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R-zmXQoKCtYAABG0Hl01"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;A little girl can be sweeter (and badder) more often than anyone else in the world. She can jitter around, and stomp, and make funny noises that frazzle your nerves...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;Im nervous for tomorrow. &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;And&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;Happy Anniversary to my parents.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-zmXQoKCtYAABG0Hl01/P1010068.JPG?et=zqHxEU3AnIBJaTfuTqwXTg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-1595202091653959779?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1595202091653959779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=1595202091653959779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1595202091653959779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1595202091653959779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/dominating-of-nerves.html' title='Dominating Of The Nerves.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-5534832395273326943</id><published>2008-04-07T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T06:14:19.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Dog's Venom Tooth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;But through the heart... Should Jealousy its venom once diffuse, 'Tis then delightful misery no more, But agony unmix'd, incessant gall, Corroding every thought, and blasting all Love's paradise. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" color=#33cc00 size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You just cant run away from it, Its the jaundice of the soul. A soul taught me that it is more self-Love than love.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-5534832395273326943?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5534832395273326943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=5534832395273326943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/5534832395273326943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/5534832395273326943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/mad-dog-venom-tooth.html' title='Mad Dog&amp;#39;s Venom Tooth.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-869251313213286800</id><published>2008-04-06T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T07:32:14.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow Of Kisses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;He who binds to himself a joy&lt;BR&gt;Doth the winged life destroy&lt;BR&gt;but he who kisses joy as it flies&lt;BR&gt;lives in eternity's sunrise&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-869251313213286800?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/869251313213286800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=869251313213286800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/869251313213286800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/869251313213286800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/shadow-of-kisses.html' title='Shadow Of Kisses.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-2274290335141390546</id><published>2008-04-02T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:30:34.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fooled Hearts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Aaahhh fuck april fools day. Got to work and the first thing JR (my manager) did was pulled me one side and showed me his ever so serious face and said I did a terrible hand-over shift coz apparently a customer nitpicked to starubucks.com saying the frap mix was terrible done and she found some plastics in her drink. And unfortunately, I was the one who did the prep work. He was so angry that he got a scolding from abang sam (my store manager). I was saying sorry profusely coz I wasn’t aware about it. (da kecut macam rose bud sekejap aku!). Then, after a while, he said “sorry la kak, april fools!” all I said was “FUCKERRRRRR!!!” Sorry I just had to maki early in the morning. Thanks la eh, rezeki tak masok. Hahaha! I swear I was so cuak lah. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Fadh called me to tell me about my exams results and he asked “kau nak betol2 nya or main2 nya?” like whatever, not another april fools joke, pleaseeee? Okay so I got 2Bs and 1C. I know the C grade buat spoil right? But okay la, secretly pleased with myself coz there’s no D grade and that I don’t have to re-take any subjects next year. I think I’ll make a very good Mechatronics technician. Hahaha, don’t macam paham la pls. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;So far my holiday has been quite constructive… although most of the times I still find myself rushing for time. Except today, I get to enjoy my afternoon nap after work and a quick meet-up with Sha. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Early this week I received an official letter about my pay increment. whooHooo… Walau naik tak banyak. But okay la better than nothing &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:State w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;. Enough for the monthly prepaid top-up, makan, online buys should be good enough. Haha!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;I actually came up with a list to do before school starts. Not much that I could think of right now coz apparently my mind is on my new psp TEKKEN game. Hehe.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;1)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;      &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;I want to bake. Tak kisah la cookies ker, muffins ker, brownies ker.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;2)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;      &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;I think I want to start reading. I feel that my English is all over since the day I sat for my o’levels. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;3)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;      &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;I should start sketching back. I think I’ve lost touch, totally.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;4)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;      &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Sun tanning! I love basking under the hot sun. (tak bitchy k, I just love the beach)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;5)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;      &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;And the list goes on…&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;It has been pretty clammy the past few days but still, the earth smells like lavender… I miss my Fazhan. &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/rose.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;Its midnight already and I am still Nurul Syazwani. That curly short skinny braces girl. Eh, but I have strong bones k… Coz I drink &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Greenfield&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; milk. &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;WHAAAATTT?!!?!?! That was so un-called for. I think im starting to talk gibberish already. I have lots of stories to share but everyone is asleep. So how now mr brown cow?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Don’t you just love me??? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;(Anti-climax betol entry ni.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-2274290335141390546?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2274290335141390546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=2274290335141390546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2274290335141390546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2274290335141390546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/fooled-hearts.html' title='Fooled Hearts.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-8971021176587823177</id><published>2008-03-29T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T09:04:14.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;My mom and sis have always been “on the ball” whenever it comes to searching for Raya kurungs. After hours of going round and round &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:Street w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address w:st="on"&gt;arab street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt; together with my cousin, we only managed to get 1 pair of baju which is totally differently from all the ones I’ve had the past years. Sungguh excited.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Had dinner with fazhan at jalan kayu and he started talking about his NS life, the guns, whatever that’s related… while me, I was paying more attention to those 2 rats playing catching around us. Errrk. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;And while im trying to blog, SUDDENLY ive lost my entire mood thanks to somebody. Im someone who is very lazy to argue, maybe I should just shut up and imagine me giving him my bitch slap with my braces.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-8971021176587823177?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8971021176587823177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=8971021176587823177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8971021176587823177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8971021176587823177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-air.html' title='No Air.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-5084508414227392333</id><published>2008-03-16T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T08:38:31.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry I Judged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R90@aAoKCtYAABMlkJI1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R90@aAoKCtYAABMlkJI1/1483305403_d291b8e7b9.jpg?et=7ePWcydWQNwBZvCFJTlhjQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;When I saw 10,000 BC movie poster, I told myself “jangan la si fazhan nak tengok cerita ni”. But when we had no plans on one of the weekends, I treated him to watch 10,000 BC because he really wanted to watch it or he’ll show me his muka-theodore-chipmunk-aku-tak-boleh-angkat. Surprisingly it was a nice movie… say, 4/5? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;A prehistoric epic that follows a young mammoth hunter's journey through uncharted territory to secure the future of his tribe.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-5084508414227392333?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5084508414227392333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=5084508414227392333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/5084508414227392333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/5084508414227392333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/sorry-i-judged.html' title='Sorry I Judged.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-4006802731698525906</id><published>2008-03-05T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T09:03:43.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Black And Gold Night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R87SJwoKCtYAADERDxw1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R87RoQoKCtYAACgp7Kg1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R87RoQoKCtYAACgp7Kg1/P1011486.JPG?et=uUfA0lV26SN0TmjQk57aEw&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;I have this habit of looking back on pictures and recalling back what happened and such. To cut story short, I miss my prom night. Boohoo. It’s all about doing my pedicures and manicures, buying of shoes, dress, and accessories. All that within 1 week after our last paper. Me praying not to fall or whatevernot with those heels. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;This would be a never ending entry if I go on and on and on… and zabid just have to steal the limelight by coming with Harley escorts! Humpf. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R87SJwoKCtYAADERDxw1/DSC03345two.jpg?et=8q2D9FMhu3HWkeeVuuc2UQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;It was off the hook I tell ya'll! &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/rose.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-4006802731698525906?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4006802731698525906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=4006802731698525906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4006802731698525906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4006802731698525906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/that-black-and-gold-night.html' title='That Black And Gold Night.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-1386954827029529257</id><published>2008-02-27T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T04:29:44.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It A Wrap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R8aoxgoKCtYAACUaF9w1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R8aoxgoKCtYAACUaF9w1/Shaq%202.JPG?et=pSCYOxIrznX%2BHiXckm2XJQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Yesterday was my big boy’s birthday. Didn’t able to talk to him but only managed to wish him through SMS. I miss him already. I miss playing psp together, talk about gfs and bfs, playing soccer with him (yeah, though I suck, u’huh tell me something new), playing monkey, watching Dora (haha!). Well, bottom line is that I really miss him. Take care in Junior High School, handsome! I swear im gonna squeeze, dangle, hang you upside down when I see you. :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;This whole week feels like a horrible nightmare! I literally was hastening for time. Hmm, let me see if I can recall (It seems like ive been having short term memory lately. Oh no!) Had Analog test on Monday. Fundamental industrial(theory) on Tuesday. Electro Pneumatics on Wednesday. Today, I was a little late for school but I spent the whole time to myself quietly trying to finish up my end year Analog project. Until my fingers started to bleed because of the drilling and hot soldering iron. (But it wasn’t that bad la, dah biasa) Today’s atmosphere was kinda weirdly droll. Everyone was nice to each other (incase we need help, you see) hahaha! I was nice to mr kwan, so that he’ll give me extra wires, drilling bit and point out why my red LED bulb refuses to light up. No… im not done yet. Will be having fundamental industrial(practical) test tomorrow. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;See, that is why I cant wait for this week to be over and done with.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Grrrr….&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Three more days and my week is a wrap! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-1386954827029529257?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1386954827029529257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=1386954827029529257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1386954827029529257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1386954827029529257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-wrap.html' title='It A Wrap!'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-7546376310889063573</id><published>2008-02-21T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T07:48:34.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut That *teeeet!*</title><content type='html'>Im very irritated when somebody who loveeeeeeeees to ungkit and give tak-perlu-punya-comments. more like MACAM PAAAHHHAAAMMM.... *roll eyes 360 hardcore punya* &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/bat.png"&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-7546376310889063573?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7546376310889063573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=7546376310889063573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7546376310889063573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7546376310889063573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/shut-that-teeeet.html' title='Shut That *teeeet!*'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-6194174472376174247</id><published>2008-02-11T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T05:38:29.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth, Shiny Waxing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R7BHFAoKCtYAAHPjPGE1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R7BG8woKCtYAAHKtH3E1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R7BG8woKCtYAAHKtH3E1/23012008%5B1%5D3.JPG?et=VVqxAePehlW1PFcdrF%2BJLA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Had a long draggy Monday. Still not over my long holiday mood yet, I guess. Hmmm. Had waxing session with my sister. My very first virgin waxing moment and it was super side-splittingly scary! The aftermath of waxing was so itchy I can’t help but to scratch myself to sleep! Well, the next morning I just had to show it off to my mom by pretending to slip my legs against each other. Hehe. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R7BHFAoKCtYAAHPjPGE1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;So gatal right.... &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R7BG8woKCtYAAHKtH3E1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-6194174472376174247?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6194174472376174247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=6194174472376174247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/6194174472376174247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/6194174472376174247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/smooth-shiny-waxing.html' title='Smooth, Shiny Waxing.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-6949641533191094021</id><published>2008-02-01T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T07:36:38.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble Gummie Baybeee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R6M70QoKCtYAAFlTDO01"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R6M5DQoKCtYAAG@F-8E1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6M5DQoKCtYAAG@F-8E1/010220085.jpg?et=dH466AvIlomNI8imglheYQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;The earlier part of today was spent at store to discuss with my team about our imminent quarterly outing to sentosa! Wheee Heeee!!! So darn excited for it! Hats off to ian who puts in sooo much effort for this outing. Sentosa babe! The sun, the sea the sand, the hunks, the babes. Yum yummmm…&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R6M70QoKCtYAAFlTDO01"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6M70QoKCtYAAFlTDO01/Untitled-Stitched-05.jpg?et=ANVCoI9NHHLnGxCKtAhm%2CA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Then had a short rendezvous with the girls at Sakura to have our dinner and we sort of got each other a little something. Farhana I love the pouch, thanks! Nad, sorry im addicted to your sweets. I was being so tak tahu malu, I know. Hehe. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Owh, its February already! How fast! Dear or dear, my big plan. *bites nails* &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R6M5DQoKCtYAAG@F-8E1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-6949641533191094021?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6949641533191094021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=6949641533191094021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/6949641533191094021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/6949641533191094021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/bubble-gummie-baybeee.html' title='Bubble Gummie Baybeee.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-3645462030852345288</id><published>2008-01-31T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T07:55:16.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits And Pieces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Breakfast: Nutella bread and Teh O Katai.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Lunch: Blueberry muffin and Vanilla steam milk.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Dinner: Too busy for dinner.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;current mood: sort of everywhere. Cant figure it out yet. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;yeah, yeah. &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_down.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-3645462030852345288?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3645462030852345288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=3645462030852345288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3645462030852345288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3645462030852345288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/bits-and-pieces.html' title='Bits And Pieces.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-3825964712432516453</id><published>2008-01-27T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T06:17:48.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Urban Jungle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5yRyQoKCtYAAGH23ys1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Im sure some of you who have visited me during work would know by now about the couple who lives in Starbucks. Yeah, practically they sleep on our couches, bathe in the handicap toilet, their stuff are all in a heeyuuuge luggage. The man who snores like a super-tired-man-who-works-his-butt-off and the wifey whose-make up-is-1-inch-thick-like-an-expired-supermodel. But the thing is, we cant chase them away as they are our “regular” customer and buy stuff from us. Have I mentioned, the lady carries an &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;LV&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; bag, each of them owns an expensive flip phone (I bet theirs are better than mine that lags most of the time) and owh, even owns a laptop hokaaay! Don’t play play eh!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Anyways… recently a reporter came (more of a student) and wanted to write a report of them. And this is what I found so far, so thought of sharing. When we share, we care right? Hehe.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5yRyQoKCtYAAGH23ys1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R5yRyQoKCtYAAGH23ys1/getMediumSizePhoto.jpg?et=TxEQ%2BtPDvuUHXN68my0SeA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV class=photo_text&gt;&lt;SPAN id=lblContent&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Student &lt;STRONG&gt;Michelle Seah&lt;/STRONG&gt;, 19,  said a middle-aged couple have been seen living at a Starbucks outlet in Changi Airport Terminal 2 for about three months.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Singapore version of The Terminal?" she asked in an email this morning (Jan 24).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;She is referring to the movie in which Tom Hanks plays a traveller who’s stranded at John F. Kennedy International Airport after a coup in his country.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Unable to enter the US and unable to fly home because his passport is no longer valid, he waits out the war in the international terminal.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;STOMPer Michelle said the couple remind her of the movie.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"I started noticing them when I was studying there with my friends in October last year," she said.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"They usually hog the seats in the middle and they are there 24/7."&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;The STOMPer said she saw the couple again when she was at Starbucks yesterday.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Our of curiosity, I asked the staff there and was told that the couple had said they work in the airport. The staff said the couple do not move away from the seats.&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;"They have many luggages with them and they wear expensive items as well, such as LV bags. Therefore, I do not think they're poor."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The STOMPer said the couple look very much at home.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"They even have people visiting them and chitchatting with them at the seats. When night comes, they just lie on the couch and sleep," she said.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"I feel rather impressed with this couple. What a Singapore version of  The Terminal!"&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;(Taken from: &lt;A href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=13253"&gt;http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=13253&lt;/A&gt;)&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;correction: MORE THAN 3 MONTHS actually.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;So just wondering, are houses &lt;EM&gt;THAT &lt;/EM&gt;expensive here in Singapore nowadays???&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-3825964712432516453?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3825964712432516453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=3825964712432516453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3825964712432516453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3825964712432516453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-urban-jungle.html' title='This Urban Jungle.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-4107767710642098811</id><published>2008-01-25T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:44:33.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clumsy Whoopsy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Yesterday night, i burnt my finger with soldering iron. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Just a few hours ago, i burnt my hand with boiling hot water while closing the colombia shuttle. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i feel soooo clumsy.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;*you got me trippin, stumblin, sinkin, fumblin, clumsy coz im falling in loveeeee* (hehehe!)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;ZzZzZzZzZzZzZz...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Ngantok la geng! &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-4107767710642098811?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4107767710642098811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=4107767710642098811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4107767710642098811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4107767710642098811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/clumsy-whoopsy.html' title='Clumsy Whoopsy!'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-4631799349779542104</id><published>2008-01-20T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:04:40.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow Of The Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5Q-UwoKCtYAAFR30Ho1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5Q@2goKCtYAAEQ@ucQ1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5RA0woKCtYAAHYwIxc1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5Q@2goKCtYAAEQ@ucQ1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R5Q@2goKCtYAAEQ@ucQ1/20012008.3.jpg?et=LLIS19k24JmNZdFWFxOX7w&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Well as usual my Sunday opening was so dead. Extra thanks to the stickler attachment manager that I worked with. She even went to an extent on checking mark-out date for lollipops! So all Ian and I did was spring cleaning. From wiping the milk stains on glass to cleaning verismo to &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Colombia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; shuttle to pastry case to vacuuming to wiping all tables and chairs to retail wall to fridge to sanitizing pitchers to 3 rounds of sampling. To make it worst, we can no longer do OT! Our hours are getting shorter. Sigh, makin sikit la gaji aku gini… &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5Q-UwoKCtYAAFR30Ho1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R5Q-UwoKCtYAAFR30Ho1/20012008.jpg?et=y92fnXhv6GFrAR%2BiiB%2By7Q&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;Oh and I just can’t defy myself from these small bear magnets which I got one each for myself. Haha, I sort of starting to collect all from different season now. Currently I had those from Halloween, Christmas and Valentines. But they are expensive I feel. Thanks to the partner’s discount. Or else you think I can be bothered ehh? &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5Q@2goKCtYAAEQ@ucQ1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5Q-UwoKCtYAAFR30Ho1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5Q@2goKCtYAAEQ@ucQ1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5RA0woKCtYAAHYwIxc1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R5RA0woKCtYAAHYwIxc1/untitled.jpg?et=3TO4EGqR95gHclYc8%2C5LXA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5Q@2goKCtYAAEQ@ucQ1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;Watched Cloverfield over the weekend as it was Fazhan the movie freak's idea. The storyline was interestingly bloodcurdling that till now, im quiet paranoid when hearing cricket sound or whatever animals making stupid noises coz I feel like they’re going to attack me or something. Yes, so kental. That’s beside the point. The clip was a bit giddy for me to handle that I had to excuse myself to the toilet to get a break from the round-and-round filming. So I spent my time making my own shit inside the toilet. Hehe. The ending was, errr… unexpected? &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5Q-UwoKCtYAAFR30Ho1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5Q@2goKCtYAAEQ@ucQ1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5RA0woKCtYAAHYwIxc1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5Q@2goKCtYAAEQ@ucQ1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.hellookaybye.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R5RC0goKCtYAAC56PQI1/1671679416_30d1d5b5e9.jpg?et=%2BvLF%2BWvHle2rttHSlW5DqA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Maroon 5 tickets? We shall not talk about it as yet. Checked the different ranges of prices over at sistic and if I can recall it right, its $175, $150, $125, $100, $75. If you ask me, yes I am dying to see them perform. C’mon baby lets start saving! Hehehe.&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-4631799349779542104?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4631799349779542104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=4631799349779542104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4631799349779542104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4631799349779542104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/shadow-of-day.html' title='Shadow Of The Day.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-8456637468804582311</id><published>2008-01-02T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T05:04:00.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Set My Year On Fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;i am not really a verbose person who is going to reflect back on my 2007, list out my resolutions or whatevernots. All I can think of is that 2007 was hell of a ride for me. Nonetheless, it was nice knowing you, 2007. Like a friend of mine said “the past shall be buried forever.” Cheers to 2008! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;I foresee that my 2008 will be a little bit spicier, sugary, bitchier with my girls coz we’re like already planning on A LOT of stuff that I am looking forward to. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Hope that the year 08’ will be a little bit more liberal with me. Hehe. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Banyak plans yang pakai duit la geng. &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-8456637468804582311?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8456637468804582311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=8456637468804582311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8456637468804582311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8456637468804582311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/set-my-year-on-fire.html' title='Set My Year On Fire.'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-4785383365020754628</id><published>2007-12-29T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T06:44:51.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Saint Has A Past; Every Sinner Has A Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Things get pretty hard and rough at times. Thanks for exploring another side of me that im not sentient of myself. But like they say, good things come to an end. And this again, im forcing myself to give it a try, waking up another day with an empty half. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-4785383365020754628?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4785383365020754628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=4785383365020754628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4785383365020754628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4785383365020754628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/12/every-saint-has-past-every-sinner-has.html' title='Every Saint Has A Past; Every Sinner Has A Future'/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-5239378737992822153</id><published>2007-12-11T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:03:24.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The One Like A Tattoo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't waste time so give it a moment&lt;br /&gt;I realize, nothing's broken&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry 'bout everything I've done&lt;br /&gt;Live every second like it was my last one&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back at a new direction&lt;br /&gt;I loved you once, needed protection&lt;br /&gt;You're still a part of everything I do&lt;br /&gt;You're on my heart just like a tattoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-5239378737992822153?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5239378737992822153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=5239378737992822153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/5239378737992822153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/5239378737992822153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-like-tattoo.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-8227008946691019061</id><published>2007-12-07T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T06:02:13.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pass The Cheer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Starbucks had this event where we gave out free tall drinks for 2 hours. It was tiring but very fun and kecoh. We cheered out loud, sang all different kinds of songs (the drink calling I mean). We countdown before then event started and did the "hip hip hurray" thingy when everything has ended. Dorcas, Ct and I were secretly pissed off by this group of matreps that queued like more than 4 times?! So typical kiasu Singaporeans.  Overall it was a success and sb-a2 partners were fantastic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/Syazwani/DSC018242.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/album/15/Starbucks_Event_Day_6_Dec."&gt;It's a Free Day!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-8227008946691019061?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8227008946691019061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=8227008946691019061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8227008946691019061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8227008946691019061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/12/pass-cheer-yesterday-starbucks-had-this.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-4803561234656780276</id><published>2007-12-06T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:08:47.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bubbly Bubble.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qcarunEIQ_"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qcarunEIQ_" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;And I crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it starts in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I lose all control&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss my nose&lt;br /&gt;The feeling shows&lt;br /&gt;'cause you make me smile baby&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time now&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' me tight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-4803561234656780276?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4803561234656780276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=4803561234656780276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4803561234656780276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4803561234656780276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/12/bubbly-bubble.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-13609956447563667</id><published>2007-12-03T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T06:01:39.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Espresso Guys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have to be just like espresso. Dark, bold, strong and addictive.&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/30523852-13609956447563667?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/13609956447563667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=13609956447563667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/13609956447563667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/13609956447563667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/12/espresso-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-1776283017000933428</id><published>2007-11-27T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T03:34:57.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The One Whos Life Is A Loom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I mean you should just leave it to God. Coz in one way or the other we are all puppets in this game. It's like life's a loom and the threads are the days. And we don't decide when to cut them, eventhough the job is unfinished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-1776283017000933428?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1776283017000933428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=1776283017000933428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1776283017000933428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1776283017000933428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-whos-life-is-loom.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-7868831811495375103</id><published>2007-11-26T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:56:04.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gossiping And Making Up Stories Are 2 Different Thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixing with a lot of different kinds of people teaches me what kind of humans they are. Most importantly, some just cant keep their blardy damn big piehole shut and makes a big hoohaa over something very little as little as a infant’s ass. Lagik filter mulot aku ni yang pakai braces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab mulot, badan binasa. (? Betol tak nie ? )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-7868831811495375103?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7868831811495375103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=7868831811495375103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7868831811495375103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7868831811495375103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/11/gossiping-and-making-up-stories-are-2.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-7041728497067519822</id><published>2007-11-22T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:06:28.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The One Who Has Turned To 35.8.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dropped by 4 and its such a huge number. And yes Dyla, aku sakit &lt;s&gt;hati&lt;/s&gt;. Haha. Maybe it was just stress. Dammit. &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/30523852-7041728497067519822?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7041728497067519822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=7041728497067519822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7041728497067519822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7041728497067519822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-who-has-turned-to-35.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-1597144944220918184</id><published>2007-11-13T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T01:13:42.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The One Who Has Turned Into A Fire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even superheroes get killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not composed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-1597144944220918184?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-424888143400069109</id><published>2007-11-12T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T04:02:18.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The One With Wishful Thinking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People questioned me "WHY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my answer was "because I am a strong believer that people are bound for a second chance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, for life has to go on! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-424888143400069109?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/424888143400069109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=424888143400069109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/424888143400069109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/424888143400069109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-with-wishful-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-2973007507497892499</id><published>2007-11-09T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T04:36:13.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The One That Got Away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/Syazwani/1_277788380l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you spare me a minute give me a single chance&lt;br /&gt;To look in your eyes let me hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I want to get close enough to read you, understand you&lt;br /&gt;Open up your heart open up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Nobody needs another stalker in your life&lt;br /&gt;I'm only here to help you learn to love me, to know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hook so you won't be the one that got away&lt;br /&gt;I need a look that stuns you makes you want to stay&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to speak in case it comes out wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to blink cause in that second you could be gone&lt;br /&gt;I need a twist to help me turn, turn this story around&lt;br /&gt;I need a bridge to cross this dangerous ground&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in the middle like I want you to&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find your heart to shoot my arrow through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-2973007507497892499?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2973007507497892499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=2973007507497892499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2973007507497892499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2973007507497892499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-that-got-away.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-8454552268894246702</id><published>2007-11-03T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T04:35:53.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I Need A Hug, Baby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a silent Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/Syazwani/P1010044-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im bored, like I said, I need a hug, a goooood one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-8454552268894246702?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8454552268894246702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=8454552268894246702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8454552268894246702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8454552268894246702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-need-hug-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-7267953834738673797</id><published>2007-11-02T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T00:26:12.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So Much Has Happened And I Don't Wish To Tell. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know im not the angel. Im the devil of everything. Muahahahahaha! &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/30523852-7267953834738673797?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7267953834738673797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=7267953834738673797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7267953834738673797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7267953834738673797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-much-has-happened-and-i-dont-wish-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-8483250426012098901</id><published>2007-10-25T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T05:44:57.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The One With The Terminator Teeth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/Syazwani/GetAttachment-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I had my braces fixed today. Siapa bully aku, sini meh aku gigit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-8483250426012098901?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8483250426012098901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=8483250426012098901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8483250426012098901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8483250426012098901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-with-terminator-teeth.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-7016745083156370019</id><published>2007-10-24T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T08:23:03.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Crank That Baby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/Syazwani/P1010133.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White car, white bajus, white songket, white shoes (actually aku jer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/album/13/Fazhan_Friends_Beraya_07."&gt;(The Gengs.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/Syazwani/P1010149.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the old school "magic schoolbus" van, Im the most colorful (maybe because I cant decide what colour to wear) among all other purple baristas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/album/14/Starbuckers_Beraya_07."&gt;(Starbucks Kampong Melayu Berhari Raya.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-7016745083156370019?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7016745083156370019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=7016745083156370019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7016745083156370019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7016745083156370019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/10/car-from-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-2641837603665059215</id><published>2007-10-18T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T06:29:48.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Issues.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have some issues to address and I'd like to make it public. Hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISSUE #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I just find it irritating when guys show off their bikes. Especially in pictures form. I don't know why but something in me just says they are newbie, new rider that wants the whole world to know that "hey, I've got a bike and look what I've done to it' like owh-so-whatever. They will start self-proclaiming that the bike is their GIRLFRIEND. Then I suggest go &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt; your bike and tell me if it gives you pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well unless you're a racer like my baby coughcoughcoughVALENTINOROSSIcoughcoughcough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak tahu kenapa la tapi macam plus chop nak show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is a must add. Bikes with speakers are soooo matrep la. Although I must guilty admit I enjoy listening to free music whenever there are such kind of bikes around us on the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISSUE #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just make this clear - It doesn't take real man to wear pink, AT ALL. Only gays look good in pink. Especially with a pop-up Raulph Lauren polo tee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is not particularly for anybody. Its just what I feel. Jangan marah hor mat/minah rempit disana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat hari raya maaf zahir dan batin again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-2641837603665059215?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2641837603665059215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=2641837603665059215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2641837603665059215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2641837603665059215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/10/issues.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-2582051857430665745</id><published>2007-10-15T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T04:41:53.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;No More Math Means HELLO Life!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school was sleepy. My mom woke me up at 630 am. My alarm rang at 7am and I eventually got up from bed at 8am. Pffft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/Syazwani/P1010018.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to post my hari raya picture! Second day kita yellow, First day kita white (AGAIN). And tonight, I shall wear.... Hhhmmm....????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I tried uploading a video of my two boys wishing Selamat Hari Raya from Sydney but its soooo &lt;s&gt;muh-fuckin&lt;/s&gt; slow laaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-2582051857430665745?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2582051857430665745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=2582051857430665745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2582051857430665745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2582051857430665745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-more-math-means-hello-life-first-day.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-5353490601722961073</id><published>2007-10-12T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T03:13:54.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to wish all muslims selamat hari raya maaf zahir dan batin. Sorry I aint got no long sms to send to all my contacts. Hehe. Hari raya wont be the same now coz those 2 hooligans (shaq &amp; shuq) wont be raya-ing with us here in spore. Boohoo. The only reason I looked forward to first day of raya was to see them boys in kurungs and camwhoring. Sigh. What a ramadhan... what a syawal... but what the heck, I cant wait to put on my kurungs! Heh heh. Chilli babies, selamat hari raya to you girls, come over my house okay?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, kiddos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-5353490601722961073?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5353490601722961073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=5353490601722961073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/5353490601722961073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/5353490601722961073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/10/selamat-hari-raya-id-like-to-wish-all.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-2675496207709024779</id><published>2007-10-03T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T08:14:23.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bila Nak Pandai Math Ni.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. Got my exam results this morning. Did fairly okay laaah. 1a, 2bs, 1d. Pretty much sad about my D though. Boohoo. Yes, you guessed it right, it was my math. Pffftttt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-2675496207709024779?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2675496207709024779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=2675496207709024779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2675496207709024779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2675496207709024779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/10/joyah-jolok-jambu-orang.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-8473644522742931195</id><published>2007-10-02T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T09:12:16.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Joyah Jambu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa orang nak cakap, cakap laaaahh.... I know I don't owe them a living. So go die you SOBS, scumbags and bitches. Have a good life and rot in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;ps: Farhana, entry kau fierce la.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-8473644522742931195?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8473644522742931195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=8473644522742931195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8473644522742931195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8473644522742931195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/10/joyah-jambu.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-7816999860169083468</id><published>2007-09-30T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T01:03:36.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ride For You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself i wont miss you, but I remember what it feels like beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is such a scumbag as for now. Maybe Syawal will be a better month for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insyallah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-7816999860169083468?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7816999860169083468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=7816999860169083468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7816999860169083468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7816999860169083468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/09/ride-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-2387004220810074854</id><published>2007-09-26T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T08:35:34.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow, Everything Is Going To Be Outdated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concave bob haircut kinda the "in-thing" now yawww! Rihanna's hair at the latest VMA was smashing with a little highlight of ash blonde (err, I guess?) anyway, minahs wanna have that "rihanna look" and rihanna is looking like a minah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/Syazwani/884715865_d5f831d809.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only give you credits at the VMA, babe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/Syazwani/652942431_41bca323db.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria beckham is still theee best! Lu rock la babe! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe even cikgu hafsah TRIED having the tak menjadi concave bob haircut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-2387004220810074854?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2387004220810074854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=2387004220810074854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2387004220810074854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2387004220810074854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/09/tomorrow-everything-is-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-4948473061483610939</id><published>2007-09-22T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:06:11.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Geylang At Its Black.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was at geylang and I saw loads and loads and loads ( yes, can you imagine, thaaaat much ) girls with super thick eye-liner and super long fake eye-lashes. It was literally almost everywhere! Some looked quite okay while some? Too exaggerating lah. I wonder if the crowd were visible to them since their vision was blurry black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchy siak aku time puasa2 nie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/Syazwani/1_408023486l5454.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A2 partners. Sorry lah, I only have &lt;s&gt;dark eye-bags.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-4948473061483610939?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4948473061483610939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=4948473061483610939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4948473061483610939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4948473061483610939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/09/geylang-at-its-black.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-1842072714866880235</id><published>2007-09-11T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T04:45:17.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You Could Put The Blame On Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im done with math exam! Yahoooo! it's the start of holidays already! Log questions were surprisingly easy. I am not putting too much high hopes to score exceptionally well because I know where I stand when it comes to math. Hehe. There were careless mistakes here and there, whats new kan? Next term we'll be learning analog and I heard that its tougher than math. O'oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AidilShah said im turning into a pessimist and that I should cry when I feel scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was so kental! BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-1842072714866880235?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1842072714866880235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=1842072714866880235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1842072714866880235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1842072714866880235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-could-put-blame-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-657557445671384784</id><published>2007-09-03T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T02:29:52.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Something Is Better Than Nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys went off to Sydney yesterday. But before the day they left, we brought them to the zoo and it wasn't &lt;i&gt;thaaaat&lt;/i&gt; bad going to the zoo with kids, you know. We ended our nice sizzling hot trip to the zoo with a single cone of ben and jerry’s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/Syazwani/blog4-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/album/6/Zoo_With_The_Boys."&gt;(Zoo With The Boys)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/30523852-657557445671384784?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/657557445671384784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=657557445671384784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/657557445671384784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/657557445671384784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/09/something-is-better-than-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-3294320057976526120</id><published>2007-08-22T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:06:55.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Do It Right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go womad or not to go womad? &lt;br /&gt;To go womad or not to go womad? &lt;br /&gt;To go womad or not to go womad?&lt;br /&gt;To go womad or not to go womad? &lt;br /&gt;To go womad or not to go womad? &lt;br /&gt;To go womad or not to go womad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Continues...... And throw rose petals.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-3294320057976526120?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3294320057976526120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=3294320057976526120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3294320057976526120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/3294320057976526120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-it-right.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-6478259170002134002</id><published>2007-08-20T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T02:31:06.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kisah Lovely Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday was a better weekend. Fazhan and I went to marina square to catch the Bourne Ultimatum but all tickets were selling fast so we went to candy empire to grab some candies and also to find out Fazhan's favourite Wonka chocolate bar was out of stock. BooHoo. Had carls jr for dinner. Caught the splendid fireworks. The crowd was happening and my company was awesome. Went home a little early because fazhan hasn't slept the night before and I had to do an early opening the next morning, remember? Like duhhh-uuuhhh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellookaybye.multiply.com/photos/album/9/FireWorks_Festival."&gt;(Mr Willy Wonka's Blue Gum &amp; Beautiful Lights)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-6478259170002134002?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6478259170002134002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=6478259170002134002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/6478259170002134002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/6478259170002134002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/08/kisah-lovely-saturday-confused-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-1056803134058616408</id><published>2007-08-17T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:04:05.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Im Anorexic - NOT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been sooo worried about my weight until recently, someone commented that im anorexic. I can somewhat see a little weight loss too buy hey that doesn't mean that I skip my meals and vomit every time after my meals! To make it worst, even my own boyfriend thinks im anorexic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you don't go to the toilet after this. Mana tahu nanti you muntah"&lt;br /&gt;"pantat you! I need to peewee laaah!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once took weight gainer and I stopped because of the after effect. Its just through genes and that's something beyond my limits. Not that I want to be fat nor skinny either. As long as my body mass is okay then everything should be okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk people these days whine about their big thighs, heavy boobs, heavy ass, flabby arms and whatevernots padahal aku tengok oookay jer. If im anorexic or bulimic, you'd hear me say "omg im sooo fat I need to loose weight la!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my mom said "WHATEVER LAH EH..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;but sometimes i wish for perfect curves tho. hehe&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-1056803134058616408?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1056803134058616408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=1056803134058616408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1056803134058616408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/1056803134058616408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-anorexic-not-ive-never-been-sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-8156496728053357667</id><published>2007-08-11T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:37:34.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In A Total Mess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the title for this entry, I do not know where to start. Down with flu, fever and lost my voice for the past few days. It was a horrible feeling. Did opening shift on national day and it was literally a busy morning. To make it worst, I had to do cashier with my husky-cant-be-heard-voice. Cancelled my shift the next day and got fikri to take over me. I didn't quite feel the holiday vibe on national day. Maybe its just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight now people. Be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-8156496728053357667?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8156496728053357667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=8156496728053357667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8156496728053357667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/8156496728053357667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-total-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-2588127609009483624</id><published>2007-07-29T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T11:29:51.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Project Or Whattttt!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 2am right now and im doing my last minute project which is due tomorrow noon.  But something in me says everything is going to be okay. Yakin mesti mau ada okay semua? Im about to complete my presentation soon. Just have to wake up a little early to plan my speech. Im super duper hungry now. Called my brother to get me some foods but he said he's gonna be home late. Theres blueberry cheesecakes I brought from work just now but I just don't eat them! Currently Suhail is distracting me! I wanna complete my project ASAP so I can sleep but this guy sent me some porno links! Hahaha! Knn cb aku tak sick macam kau! And he has no clue how to use the power point. Legong nya anak. Hahaha! Okay, concentrate syaz! CONCENTRATE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-2588127609009483624?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2588127609009483624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=2588127609009483624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2588127609009483624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2588127609009483624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/07/project-or-whattttt-its-2am-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-6451973300657496144</id><published>2007-07-27T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T08:49:59.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Its Okay To Just Sit &amp; Stare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my girls in the evening just now excluding NUR SHAHIDAH AHMAD. She had to work. Macam paham kerja! Heheehe. Tak laaah. Nad left early. Btw nad, you look pretty just now.:-) We talked about everything and anything. School, work, boyfs, bitching about bitches, cheerleading (when we hantam bocai the steps during performance), life, how people change, and thanks to fyruz who started the ghost stories. It WAS scary shiet okay! I told my mom about it and she was shocked about it herself. I cant wait to share this story with fazhan when hes back from KL. More of these, girls. Although its very clear to me that some of us are busy studying for o's and yeah, whatever that has been keeping us busy. Im doing opening shift tomorrow morning. Sigh, im never good at waking up super early especially with the weather these days. Just hope it won't rain tomorrow morning. Lagik double the liat nak bangun sey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-6451973300657496144?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6451973300657496144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=6451973300657496144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/6451973300657496144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/6451973300657496144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-okay-to-just-sit-stare.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-7238346621851927283</id><published>2007-07-26T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T08:51:44.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sabrina Teenage Witch Cat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I did nothing productive this whole week and its only Thursday! Many classes have been cancelled due to whatever event that is taking place at Ite McPherson and some of my teachers are involved in it. Today I only attended school for a pathetic - same - old - boring - useless CPR(computer programming) lesson.  During mids of the lesson, Zu and I was having a serious stomachache and we went to the canteen to eat (actually belom break, but kita cabot sekejap). Had the not - nice - but - I - have - no - other - choice but to eat the nasi lemak. Zu and I changed from table to table while eating. I think we shifted more than 5 times because there were these 2 black ugly scary shiet cats keep starring at the both of us and its non stop "meowing" was so....... Tak normal la! I told Zu "aku rasa dia kena sumpah uh. Dulu dia manusia uh maybe eh" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then you people have a nice day. Its been cold these past few days and YES, I've been feeling sexy! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-7238346621851927283?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7238346621851927283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=7238346621851927283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7238346621851927283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/7238346621851927283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/07/sabrina-teenage-witch-cat_117.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-4790327880380741448</id><published>2007-07-22T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T06:08:22.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Keeping Quiet Is Not Cool Anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things havent been easy. Things have never been easy. But its okay. I still love you like no other baby. Like how taufik batisah sang, usah lepaskan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note to my chilli babies:&lt;/strong&gt; Friday farahana and myself meeting up in the afternoon. jangan malu2 nak join in k. hehehe! Leave your other significant half at home. its bitching session girls!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-4790327880380741448?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4790327880380741448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=4790327880380741448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4790327880380741448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/4790327880380741448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/07/keeping-quiet-is-not-cool-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30523852.post-2949563977107074935</id><published>2007-07-19T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T11:53:52.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sleep, Baybee... SLEEP!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10mins to 3am and suddenly I find myself being insomniac! SOS, people!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Friday already. And its going to be a long Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30523852-2949563977107074935?l=artysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2949563977107074935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30523852&amp;postID=2949563977107074935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2949563977107074935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30523852/posts/default/2949563977107074935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artysoul.blogspot.com/2007/07/sleep-baybee.html' title=''/><author><name>NurulSyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525710988895414348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
