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term='Fulham'/><category term='trap'/><category term='click five'/><title type='text'>Linamania</title><subtitle type='html'>Where everything is a mania.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-5282708471375495158</id><published>2012-01-27T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T21:55:30.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning'/><title type='text'>It's in the name</title><content type='html'>This is one of those post where I'm trying to procrastinate from doing my work. Oh well! Whilst eating my deliciously healthy McDonald prosperity meal, I was praising myself that I was good at naming things. Not naming as in, name the capital of the states and what not, but give things/living things name. I have a cat named 'Hey Jude' because I was in love with the song and now he is affectionately called 'Jude'. Recently my mother bought a puny fighting fish, and he is given a name ancient people might say larger than life, 'Poseidon'. I thought it suited him well. I didn't want to give my pets names like 'Furball' or 'Potato' I wanted them to have names that have special meanings to me. A good solid name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about my name. My dad wanted to give a short name, he has quite a long name so he knew the hassle. He wanted to call me 'Ina' so he named Nurlina. Nur is a very common name for my people to put within a name. I sometime feel that it is like a filler. That's why no one here calls people Nur, because it's just part of name nothing more. But Nur means light in arabic and it could also mean enlightment. Such a big meaning for a small word. Moving on to my main name, Lina. In Arabic, it means tenderness. In chinese Li is pretty and Na means elegant. That's what Wikipedia says. I forgot what my friend told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I enlightened, tender and elegant? Oh how I wish. When I see what my name means, I can't help but to think that I am completely the opposite. Here I am, a awkward, tomboyish girl who does not have elegance in her blood. I would love to live up to my name but I am who I am. Some might say that the name defines the people. That's why people with titles or has a prominent family name in his/her name feel proud of their heritage. Sometimes too proud, I mean come on, that was your ancient&amp;nbsp;granddad's&amp;nbsp;success not yours. I do believe that you have to choose a name wisely. You don't want to name your son 'donkey' though there are so many cases of people naming their poor child 'Pilot Inspector'. *palm face* I feel sorry for the kid already. You can be a descendant of a king but who cares if you are a sourpuss.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Names are important but it does not define who we are. I mean this definition is ancient, maybe it's time for a new&amp;nbsp;definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I shall be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurlina : Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-5282708471375495158?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/5282708471375495158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=5282708471375495158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/5282708471375495158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/5282708471375495158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-in-name.html' title='It&apos;s in the name'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-4240062856239695375</id><published>2012-01-20T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:51:57.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what to wear'/><title type='text'>I'm currently unproductive</title><content type='html'>It's the CNY BREAK. WOOP WOOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week of holiday, oh it's gonna be the good life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised to do a post on concert etiquettes, so I think I'm going to do one now, because I'm really bored.&lt;br /&gt;So kids, here is your guide to a concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be comfortable. I see people wearing heels, dresses as if they are going to a dinner and it does not look comfortable. T-shirt and jeans are fine. Wear sneakers, your feet will thank me. I really don't know how people wear heels, why would you do that to your feet, what have they done to you?! But then again you might have a better view in heels. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Remove items that could be harmful to others, e.g watches, bangles, heavy necklace. Bulky items on your body parts are dangerous weapons when you are jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. TALL PEOPLE. YEAH. Please, help a brother or sister and let them be in front of you. It's not like you couldn't see if they were there. I friggin hate tall people in concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't be obnoxious. You can have the spirit and the excitement. But screaming at random people and being loud does not make you cool, it makes you an inconsiderate attention seeking person. E.g When I was lining up to enter the concert, there was a bunch of teen girls going around pestering people and shouting random things at them. They thought they were the s**t. No, it was annoying. And don't whine, this is not MTV. We don't want to know your drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Carry some money and your phone in your pockets. Bags are not recommended. Easier, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you're in a group, and you get split up, choose a meeting point to gather after the concert so it's,again, easy peasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Eat something light before, and make sure you have emptied your bladder. Though you probably would sweat off what ever you drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The concert only starts when the lights dim, be prepared for people pushing you at this moment. It will last for a few minutes, hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Enjoy it, don't record it. Like seriously, be in the moment. I see people taking out all their gadgets and all I want to do is smack it off their hands and watch it break as it hits the floor. Again inconsiderate people. A-hole level douche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make it to ten. Might add something once I remember anything else. I'm tired. I'm going to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-4240062856239695375?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/4240062856239695375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=4240062856239695375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4240062856239695375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4240062856239695375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-currently-unproductive.html' title='I&apos;m currently unproductive'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-2321302448593457215</id><published>2012-01-14T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:26:01.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuala lumpur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster the people'/><title type='text'>No fostering seen</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Foster the People,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realized it was Friday the 13th, albeit I'm not superstitious.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it wasn't great, and it wasn't the band's fault. It was just the atmosphere, it was all wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all the venue, KL Convention Center has never been the place to hold a concert! So dear bands, don't book that place ok. And it was just awkward! The safety was horrible, particularly in the beginning. Some insensitive, mindless, people start to shove each other, which cause the crowd to sway from left to right. It was really scary, a lot of people fell down. It was just awful, that really dampened my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the tall people in front. Hey I know you guys deserve the right to stand wherever you like but please think of the little people like me who practically saw nothing. If you want to go to a concert with your significant other, please I beg you, don't wrap your arms around each other and start to jump. It gives an unpleasant sight and you would take a lot of place. Speaking of place, I thought it was overcrowded or was it my imagination. But damn those fools who shove *shakes fist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to foster, oh man they're so attractive. I know I sound like a bimbo but they are just *sigh* handsome. And Mark Foster's smile, ughh charming. And Pontius I still want babies with you, yes babies! Plural. Because they would be so beautiful :') OH the sound system sucked. MAJOR. PHHHHFFTT. I barely heard him sing. And Ponsi, or Pontius oh the concentration as he played the drums. Oh marry me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they played most of the songs in their album except HOUDINI. LIKE HOW COULD THEY. I know we sucked as a crowd, but we were so enthusiastic. But they played 'Ruby', 'Broken Jaw' and covered Weezer's 'Say It Ain't So'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Foster is so talented hmmph, I wish I could described how the rest were. But I couldn't see anything. But all in all, I did kinda enjoy the concert. It's Foster the People! And I thoroughly enjoyed their songs. But next time I don't think I want to be in the mosh pit, I'm getting too old for this :P next time it will be sitting and watching from afar. And plus I had great company! Spent the evening with my fabulous three girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that bad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSITIVITY OM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should write a guide on going to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post, pinky promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-2321302448593457215?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/2321302448593457215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=2321302448593457215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/2321302448593457215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/2321302448593457215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-fostering-seen.html' title='No fostering seen'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-1129306292052551837</id><published>2012-01-05T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:11:35.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More cheese?</title><content type='html'>This is a totally random post. On my way to college, this song was playing on the radio and it brought a nostalgic feeling. So after searching through 80's rock ballad, I found it! This is so going to be my karaoke song!!! I don't know why but I'm just so giddy hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/67Fb8XbpWMM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/67Fb8XbpWMM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/67Fb8XbpWMM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-1129306292052551837?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/1129306292052551837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=1129306292052551837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1129306292052551837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1129306292052551837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-cheese.html' title='More cheese?'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-1249499173505157505</id><published>2011-12-31T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T21:12:11.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marmalade</title><content type='html'>2011 was not so kind. Kind of bipolar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything has to end, means the bad will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets pray for a better year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing the songs that I like in Korea lately. It cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this song is the perfect song for me to listen on the last day of 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/JwB-iVAfnMo/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JwB-iVAfnMo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JwB-iVAfnMo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/JwB-iVAfnMo/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JwB-iVAfnMo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JwB-iVAfnMo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I did hear it on an Apple advert&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-1249499173505157505?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/1249499173505157505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=1249499173505157505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1249499173505157505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1249499173505157505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/12/marmalade.html' title='Marmalade'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-4746725314516972980</id><published>2011-12-21T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T19:25:43.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy</title><content type='html'>I wish I was organized, or had a mild OCD. Mind you I said MILD. Not like Adrian Monk level, more like I will clean and arrange stuff when I see clutter. But me being the average teen, clutter seems inseparable from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been posting unbelievable emo post. And this is another one, haha. No, I'm not depress (maybe?) I kid! I'm just disappointed that's all, perfectly normal right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having issues, and it's not those relationship kind of issue because I gave up on love way long ago. Pssh duh. I've been feeling invisible. Not that I want attention from everybody, because I don't care if they notice me. I feel invisible with people I'm closest to. I know they care about me but sometimes I just want them to listen. I've been ranting to my dad all the time, and I know he feels stressed as much as I do so now I don't tell him my true feelings anymore. He is the only one who actually listens to me but I don't want to be a burden to him anymore. I can't really turn to my friends, I don't think they know how to react as well. I don't even know how to comfort myself! So yeah here I am alone. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm inconsolable!! (Backstreet boys reference there FYI) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been praying to God asking Him to show the right path for me, but God works in subtle ways so I have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been treating Jude the way he deserves to be treated. I am such a bad owner. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME! I'm impossible I tell you. *shakes head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-4746725314516972980?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/4746725314516972980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=4746725314516972980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4746725314516972980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4746725314516972980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/12/messy.html' title='Messy'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-666572134557337092</id><published>2011-12-21T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T00:34:51.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubborn as stubborn can be.</title><content type='html'>I am stubborn. It can be a good thing, it can also be a horrible trait. Mostly it is a vice for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel some things are fated. Like how a name of a place is stuck in your head. And you think, this place is perfect for me. In addition,current events lead you up to it, and you think to yourself I'm closer to my dream. Of course life being life is not easy. Obstacles are hurled in your way. You're beaten, bruised and your vital signs are going off but there's still a glimmer of hope. A surgery that would lead you back to your normal or even better life. Though the chances are slim to none for you to survive it, but there is a CHANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to put all my effort for this to happen but I just need one more sign. If I did get the green light, another choice must be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what is life but heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sound like an ungrateful b*tch but it's hard not to. Believe me I am very grateful but I am still human and I still have that&amp;nbsp;stubbornness&amp;nbsp;in me that won't let me back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lorimcnee.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Hope-Floats-30x24-600px.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.lorimcnee.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Hope-Floats-30x24-600px.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-666572134557337092?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/666572134557337092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=666572134557337092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/666572134557337092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/666572134557337092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/12/stubborn-as-stubborn-can-be.html' title='Stubborn as stubborn can be.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-9056650502934597854</id><published>2011-12-19T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T17:25:19.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A loophole</title><content type='html'>But is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;The chances are slim to none.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's always been my motto to just go for it.&lt;br /&gt;But now I really have to take into consideration whether it is worth my time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-9056650502934597854?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/9056650502934597854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=9056650502934597854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/9056650502934597854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/9056650502934597854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/12/loophole.html' title='A loophole'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-5504219897906396629</id><published>2011-12-18T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T03:34:54.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cliques'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>It's 3 o'clock in the morning</title><content type='html'>I realized that I used to be a really emotional person. If you think I'm emotional now, you should have seen how I was when I was kid. Yes I know I'm still a kid to some people, but I'm an adult by law even if my face is stuck in the tween stage. When I was little, I use to be really how should I say, 'gedik' is the malay term in english, hurm 'bimbotic' in a sense. I was a girly girl. Loved all the princess thingy, pink and BLAH you named it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;In primary school I remembered I wanted to be liked and to be popular and all. So I hanged with the 'cool' kids for awhile and then they just decided to kicked me out. I was disposable. I can't remember whether I was hurt, frankly I don't remember anything in primary school life. I didn't have a long lasting friendships in school; I had my neighborhood friends. I was a too good of a friend and people had took advantage of my friendship. I guessed after that I started to be more picky about friends. Not sure though, because I'm not scarred by any memories or betrayed so badly that I want to die.But I was very loyal to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now popularity means nothing to me, I cringe at remembering my shallow 9 year old self. But I was 9! Now I can positively say that I am very happy with how I pick my friends. I am friends with people generally but I have few close friends. And I like being my awkward self though I need to work on my confidence but that could improve! Right? Right?! I'm not into all the pinks anymore, now I'm really a tom boy haha. Even though I might be the most coward tomboy ever. I talk the talk but I really don't walk the walk.HAH.What you see is what you get. I'm sometimes nice but I can be mean. Like any other person I had my good and bad days. I hope to relinquish the negatives, so if I ever did anything bad or said something that hurt your feelings. I'm sorry, I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually didn't want to sleep, so I wrote this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-5504219897906396629?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/5504219897906396629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=5504219897906396629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/5504219897906396629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/5504219897906396629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-3-oclock-in-morning.html' title='It&apos;s 3 o&apos;clock in the morning'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-2300803347119526911</id><published>2011-12-09T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:12:40.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dartmouth aires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><title type='text'>Everyday I'm Tumblin.</title><content type='html'>The Dartmouth Aires has their own album, they released it by themselves before the sing-off. So me being their kinda creepy fan went to iTunes and listened to their preview. It was better than I expected. I really want their album now HAHA. But I must restrain, because 1. mainly because I don't have an iTunes account &amp;nbsp;2. this is insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Henry's solo in 'Brand New Jones' SICK! *in a hip cool way* I prefer his voice in that track than 'All At Sea'. Man if they recorded the 'Remix to Ignition' the newer one MAN. MAN. That would really make me want to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna be blogging for awhile due to unstable mental state, DID JA KNOW I HAVE TUMBLR&lt;br /&gt;CLICKITY CLICK THERE &amp;gt;&lt;a href="http://nurlina.tumblr.com/"&gt;Butterflies &amp;amp; Hurricane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-2300803347119526911?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/2300803347119526911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=2300803347119526911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/2300803347119526911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/2300803347119526911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/12/everyday-im-tumblin.html' title='Everyday I&apos;m Tumblin.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-6097908258394531569</id><published>2011-12-07T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T00:31:31.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire proof'/><title type='text'>Baking Omen</title><content type='html'>I've been dabbling in baking lately due to my boredom. I baked some cinnamon twists and apple tarts, albeit it wasn't perfect it was not bad. I was determine to bake an apple strudel with custard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not familiar with the kitchen AT ALL. My mother was upstairs so I was alone in the kitchen. BAD IDEA. After my hard labor of love cooking my apple filling, it was time for my custard. I randomly took a bowl which I thought was fine, oh I was wrong. I asked my dad to light the fire with the bowl on. My dad also didn't suspect anything wrong with it. And I was vigorously stirring the custard so it won't curdle "BANG" the whole pot just exploded; I'm not exaggerating. It was CRACK POOF. I was in shock, luckily I had some sense to close the gas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful that I wasn't hurt. That really shook me, but I will still continue to bake tomorrow. Of course with fire proof pots. At least I learnt something. Oh gosh, that was just terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-6097908258394531569?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/6097908258394531569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=6097908258394531569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/6097908258394531569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/6097908258394531569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/12/baking-omen.html' title='Baking Omen'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-1206131395643521625</id><published>2011-11-29T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T19:23:25.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Came down, looked around.</title><content type='html'>Feeling down again, for no reason, I seriously think I'm bipolar or suffer from depression. Okay, I'm not suffering from those two. I think. Felt like blogging my emotions again. Don't read this, this is just me venting out my frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I realized that there will never be a break anymore now. Sure during school, I can just spend my holidays doing unproductive activities but now it's not the same. I have a crap load of work to do. And my brain is cluttered up with all these tiny important information and I just want to throw all these papers away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why I'm here talking nonsense on my post, well because I don't have anyone else to talk to about. I feel like I'll annoy people. So here I can whine what ever I want. Hah.&amp;nbsp;All I want is someone to just hear me complain and give me a hug. I just want a freaking HUG, is that so hard. Just one stupid hug with a "I know you can do it" in a convincing tone. I should just say it to myself. PFBBBTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to do now, I have no clue what I'm suppose to do. I feel like everything is just a mess. And I don't have time to clean it up! I'm freaking out, it's amazing that I'm quite sane. Quite. For how long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does everything that I want seem so far, no matter how much I tried. It sucksssssssssss that you can't have it. Ugh, I should start an EMO band or something, yeah! And write songs about my pathetic lonely life spent in front of a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first hit would be 'Wasting the Day Away' &amp;nbsp;Gosh I'm SO GOING TO BE FAMOUS FOR THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being obsessed D: I HATE IT, why can't I be obsess with studying HUH HUH. I tell you I am program &amp;nbsp;to be a remarkably average teen. Even my cat is more accomplished than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really deactivate my facebook, I really am tempted too, maybe next spring. Damn, but all the info I need is there UGH. I should check my facebook like I check my emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, watch me be inactive in facebook, YOU WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough, before I spill my deep dark secrets, which I don't have really. A 3 year old kid has a darker secret than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. Put a smile on yer face :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-1206131395643521625?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/1206131395643521625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=1206131395643521625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1206131395643521625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1206131395643521625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/11/came-down-looked-around.html' title='Came down, looked around.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-4775353310906293037</id><published>2011-11-28T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T17:29:51.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Procrastinate is I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I felt like doing this type of survey which was the 'it' thing during the Myspace times. I felt like answering questions cause I don't have anyone to talk to now :\ I am pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Is it easy for someone to make you smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Hmm, yes. You could make a stupid comment&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;and I'll smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Tell me why you like the last song you listened to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's pretty and simple. Has that nostalgic feeling to it, very emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's black, yeap, typical Asian color. Well it's actually this mucky brown like mud. Charming eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Where was the last place you fell asleep other than your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Sofa, always the sofa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;One, my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;What would your name be without the first three letters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lina! HAHA Awesome B)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Last thing you touched not computer-related?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;SAT Math Workbook, phail Asian right here, can't do simple arithmetic :| HEH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;What colors are you wearing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Black and purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;You currently in a fight with someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Not that I know off? I'm pretty cool with everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly knew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nope, don't want to meddle with people's business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Do you have an older brother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, dos actually, which means 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Have you ever laughed so hard you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;YES! At one time I thought I was going to die from the lack of air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Do you look at the keyboard when you type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes, for password :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The great sound of nothing with earphones in my ears. I just like to put it on and not play anything...yeah. Ok now I'm gonna put something on. Mutemath - Spotlight, there ya go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Do you laugh a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Are you ticklish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, but I don't like being tickled at all and I get angry and paranoid if someone did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;What always makes you feel better when you’re upset?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Recite all the things I am grateful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Have you ever been on a boat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm on a boat mutha-- yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Last person you gave a hug to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Not sure, I rarely hug. One of my friends OH! Ok I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Tell me about the shirt/shirts you’re wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's a shirt I bought at Movie World at Gold Coast, OZ. It has Marvin the Martian, and it's huge. I like how huge face or lack of it is plastered BAM in front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;When you are home alone do you still close the door when you shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My bathroom is in my room, I almost always never close the door. Like double security? No thank you, I am so bad ass B)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Do you have plans for today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Nah, I go with the flow. ( I actually have no friends to hang out with and my family doesn't like to hang with me either)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;When is the last time you took a nap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A week ago maybe, I don't like naps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;What was on your mind most today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;SAT, and how I can't do bad this time and yes university applications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Do you talk about your feelings or hide them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't hide them but I don't talk about it. Does that make sense?Yes it does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;What instant messaging service do you use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It used to be MSN, but then Facebook chat came. TARAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;How long does it take for you to fall asleep at night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Depends on how tired I am. Ranges from a split second to hours of rolling in the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Do you have any siblings? Do you get along?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, this is kind of redundant. We tolerate each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;What are you drinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Long Island Tea ;) &amp;nbsp;I kid, I'm not having a sip of fluid, currently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Honestly, if you could go back 8 months and change something, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Study more? Well if you asked 4 months then yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Do you know what you’re wearing tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;NO. Like heckk, I'm just going to stay at home. Oh wait, yeah I know what I'm wearing tomorrow, sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Do you know anyone who smokes weed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, but I don't if that person smokes at a regular basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Did you get this quiz from www.FunQuizNotes.com ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;HO-YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;I'm done :O That was---a waste of time but I am utterly satisfied in a guilty pleasure way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-4775353310906293037?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/4775353310906293037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=4775353310906293037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4775353310906293037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4775353310906293037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/11/procrastinate-is-i.html' title='Procrastinate is I'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-2449497316857272004</id><published>2011-11-25T19:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T19:24:13.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice'/><title type='text'>People Y U NO WRITE?</title><content type='html'>So I'm looking at the blogs I follow, and most are yeap dead. But I don't blame them, my blog has been in a coma too and why I'm reviving it is mostly because I am&amp;nbsp;procrastinating, HEHEHEH. Anyways, on my many occasions of pondering about deep serious issues, I wondered about the different types of people. This is based on personal experience and I am not a psychologist so yes, this is from &amp;nbsp;the observation of an 18 year old girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person who gets easily freaked by crowds; I loathe public speaking. Every time, I have to speak in class, even though I know these people, my stomach turns into knots. I don't know why my anxiety acts up. Maybe it's my self-esteem, but not really because I am comfortable with myself. I am quirky and some people might not like it, I accept. Maybe I'm very self-conscious when a bunch of eyes are&amp;nbsp;scrutinizing&amp;nbsp;the way I talk or stand. But when I'm talking to like one person or two, I'm fine. That's when I get really crazy and excited in talking. When I'm talking personally to people, I feel very comfortable but when I'm in a group it's very intimidating. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another theory as to why I'm like this, I feel like when I'm in a smaller group, one-to-one, I can get response and really listen to their opinion and then give my response. You can't do that with crowds, can ya? Except for 'Are you ready to partayy?'So, yes I am that girl who is very boisterous when you're alone with me and quiet in a group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy people who are natural born speakers, can give the air of confidence when they're talking. Envy, envy, envy. I tried to practice my public speaking skills, well it has improved but eck, I'm not someone who you would listen to intently. I also envy people who are just plain friendly and nice; who are so comfortable with talking to anyone. I am awkward. If I don't feel comfortable with you, expect silence. Sometimes I just don't even want to talk to you, so I would not even fake that I'm interested. Yeah I'm not that nice. Maybe I need to work on my sincerity, then maybe I'll give out an aura of niceness haha and people would listen ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folk!&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune for another round of mania!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-2449497316857272004?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/2449497316857272004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=2449497316857272004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/2449497316857272004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/2449497316857272004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/11/people-y-u-no-write.html' title='People Y U NO WRITE?'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-5263117492461547334</id><published>2011-11-24T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T19:31:42.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dartmouth aires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben folds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regina spektor'/><title type='text'>I'm liking what I'm hearing</title><content type='html'>I've been expose to awesome music lately. This is just a post to remind me all the things I liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/SD3Bq7aiMek/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SD3Bq7aiMek&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SD3Bq7aiMek&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A fun quirky catchy tune. It's just really upbeat, very easy listening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/UceOt2E2VN4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UceOt2E2VN4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UceOt2E2VN4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY SWAG SONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/bhLgFCY7T5I/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhLgFCY7T5I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhLgFCY7T5I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually really like this mash up. I like the fact it was a lot of stuff, I really like how they mixed the two songs and I never been a fan of mash up but zis iz nize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/GM9dA6okEbQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GM9dA6okEbQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GM9dA6okEbQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My guilty pleasure, my wanted boys :3 It makes me wanna dance, but of course Glad You Came would always be my party anthem har har. But seriously Jay's voice, muy bien. J'adore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you have time, or bored out of your wits then have a listen. If you don't like it, you suck. Haha I kid. Kind of.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Adios amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-5263117492461547334?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/5263117492461547334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=5263117492461547334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/5263117492461547334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/5263117492461547334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-liking-what-im-hearing.html' title='I&apos;m liking what I&apos;m hearing'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-1497798875648899464</id><published>2011-11-24T19:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:10:18.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always</title><content type='html'>Harry Potter is on the telly, The&amp;nbsp;Sorcerer Stone.&amp;nbsp;I always wondered why it wasn't Philosopher Stone. Anyways, it brings back a lot of good childhood memories :') Hogwarts, why art thou not real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write about Snape actually, I don't know why. Maybe it's because I can really relate to him and his officially my favorite character, no doubt. I like him because he is actually the ultimate good guy, even though he is not the nicest bloke to chat with but deep down he was always loyal. I find that very admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr2v61N5fK1qjlj15o1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&amp;amp;Expires=1322219411&amp;amp;Signature=7E06f4qc0%2BOCatl77yrNjWtz7dw%3D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr2v61N5fK1qjlj15o1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&amp;amp;Expires=1322219411&amp;amp;Signature=7E06f4qc0%2BOCatl77yrNjWtz7dw%3D" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;He was alone in his missions, never really could talk to anyone being a double agent. I don't know, I think he has sacrificed a great deal, and I don't even think he is rewarded or appreciated for it. And he has his own tragic love story :C And you know I like tragic love stories, but Snape's story was just too UGH gut wrenching. I can't believe he died! All the accusations he had to face, all that hatred from people. Snape, you are the best. You are such a complex character and I applaud Rowling for creating such wonderful character. Snape's memories was one my favorite part of the book. I wished he did not have to go through all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://assets.motivationalgenerator.com/hashed_silo_content/377/617/54b/resized/Severus_Snape_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://idigitalcitizen.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/severus-snape-hp7-320x480-iphone.jpg?w=320" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://idigitalcitizen.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/severus-snape-hp7-320x480-iphone.jpg?w=320" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc3uk2Or9N1qbu8ano1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc3uk2Or9N1qbu8ano1_400.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really like Snape, can't you tell. He is by far the bravest person in the book, and that book had a lot of courageous people. I don't like Harry Potter that much really. My mum said he is a sissy, I kind of agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://assets.motivationalgenerator.com/hashed_silo_content/377/617/54b/resized/Severus_Snape_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://assets.motivationalgenerator.com/hashed_silo_content/377/617/54b/resized/Severus_Snape_02.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's ok Snape, I despise everyone too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-1497798875648899464?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/1497798875648899464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=1497798875648899464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1497798875648899464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1497798875648899464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/11/always.html' title='Always'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-1169638518154428770</id><published>2011-11-24T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T15:49:52.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen'/><title type='text'>Legal Beagle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moveoneinc.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/over18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.moveoneinc.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/over18.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's amazing to think that I'm actually 18! I started this blog when I was 15, woah, it seems like a long time ago. I am absolutely in love with my blog. It's like my public diary, I don't keep diaries because well, I'm too lazy to write everyday, but this blog is as close as it gets. But I am a living proof that age does not matter. Although I am &amp;nbsp; 18 and I am recognized by the law to be an adult but I still feel as though I am that naive 15 year old girl. I don't mind it though because I like my immature self. And when I read back my previous post, not a lot has change.And I had a good time going through my old post, and recalling all the memories. Good times, good times. I'm still crazy and annoying but I like to think I have grown in other aspects. Wow I'm 18. I can't cook, I can't do laundry, I don't know how I'm going to survive in the big bad world :S But I've survived so far, and I think I can adapt. I WILL SURVIVE! It's not my birthday by the way, my birthday was months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could stop time, and always be a teenager.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-1169638518154428770?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/1169638518154428770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=1169638518154428770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1169638518154428770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1169638518154428770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/11/legal-beagle.html' title='Legal Beagle'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-1136762695495321825</id><published>2011-11-23T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T23:43:02.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They say that things just cannot grow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;beneath the winter snow,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;or so I have been told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; clear: left; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; clear: left; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;They say we're buried far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;just like a distant star&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I simply cannot hold.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-1136762695495321825?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/1136762695495321825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=1136762695495321825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1136762695495321825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1136762695495321825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/11/they-say-that-things-just-cannot-grow.html' title=''/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-2664273107991858025</id><published>2011-11-23T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T18:44:06.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sara bereilles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Since I'm enjoying my Winter break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/E7B9PrfNkAM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7B9PrfNkAM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7B9PrfNkAM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my winter song to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so relaxing and calming. I know it's suppose to be winter, but I feel like I'm floating on the ocean listening to this song. So if you need some music to escape your dreary life, or need a break a minute or two then be my guest and have a listen cause it's certainly worth listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I'm going to hit replay. BYE BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-2664273107991858025?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/2664273107991858025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=2664273107991858025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/2664273107991858025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/2664273107991858025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/11/since-im-enjoying-my-winter-break.html' title='Since I&apos;m enjoying my Winter break.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-8022696932731650583</id><published>2011-11-22T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T18:33:25.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love The Sing-Off</title><content type='html'>Dartmouth Aires are in the finals baby! I'm getting too emotionally attach to these guys &amp;nbsp;:\ I mean, come on they are addictive especially if you're a girl. They are easy on the eyes, just sayin'. Besides that, they really put on a show. That's probably the main reason I like them. They're singing and performing these mini sketches. Love it! I hope they win but they're up against Pentatonix, who at first I didn't not like because I was a bias fan to the Aires but they're good. I'm not a fan of these dub step, techno thing but Pentatonix are good. Actually they are the main reason why I even watched The Sing-Off in the first place. I was youtube-ing as usual, and I came across The Trio's cover of Lady Gaga which I thought was AWESOME! So in the comments, it said that they were in The Sing-Off and tadaa I'm hooked :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the finals! This week the Aires performed their usual high energy shows. I thought they took the judges critic about depth but maybe it was too much? I like it though, ain't complaining but not my favorite. Can't wait for their next performances though! AHHH One week, Y &amp;nbsp;U SO LONG? And university application deadlines are nearer still haven't done anything! THIS IS FUN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-8022696932731650583?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/8022696932731650583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=8022696932731650583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8022696932731650583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8022696932731650583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-sing-off.html' title='I Love The Sing-Off'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-4599918899517806757</id><published>2011-11-22T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T15:54:59.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWH MAAA</title><content type='html'>I'm going to die from this cuteness 8B AAAAAAHHH I can't exactly tell you what exactly cause I'll sound like an obsess fan girl, which I am but I prefer to pretend I'm not. Just here to release my emotions. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-4599918899517806757?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/4599918899517806757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=4599918899517806757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4599918899517806757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4599918899517806757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/11/awh-maaa.html' title='AWH MAAA'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-3725306739228800185</id><published>2011-11-19T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:56:36.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster the people'/><title type='text'>Say What?</title><content type='html'>Who's going to Foster the People's concert in Malaysia? I can't hear ye. Yes ME. HEHEHE. And no it's not because I like 'Pumped Up Kicks', I need a lot more than just a song to make want to pay for a concert. It's very rare for me to like a band, especially now when our radios are filled with Lil' Wayne's music and if it's not that than it will be an advert. Back to the People get it? I know, sorry lame. Their first album is Torches and I must say it is quite an exquisite work. Right-o chap. But seriously is good. Thumbs up, bravo, magnifico. If you have been following my blog, you know that I'm not a fan of this synthesizer music, techno computer sounding stuff, but these guys make it sound AWE-SOME. And they are amazing live! IMPOSING! HAHA. Can't vait :F ngehehehe. You can expect a blog about it :) MHMM. Yes, I'm back in action baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefastertimes.com/pop/files/2011/08/foster-the-people.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.thefastertimes.com/pop/files/2011/08/foster-the-people.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/24900000/Foster-the-People-foster-the-people-24949492-1500-843.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/24900000/Foster-the-People-foster-the-people-24949492-1500-843.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mark Pontius, we should get married and have babies cause our babies will be BE YOO TI FFOOOL. I mean with your genes, they'll be supermodels! Unless my genes show up :B eh a risk worth taking !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-3725306739228800185?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/3725306739228800185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=3725306739228800185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3725306739228800185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3725306739228800185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/11/say-what.html' title='Say What?'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-1519780587608414255</id><published>2011-11-19T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:58:36.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easier said than done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I really need to buck up. It's hard you know, I'm use to having things going my way. But now, it's like my work didn't pay off. As my father said, results depends on luck too. Well I know Maths has never been my forte but it's depressing to see your not improving. I did improve after the third test but it felt lucky. Sigh. The worst part is I'm not working hard now. I felt the disappointment of failure, and it sucks. I kept thinking to myself, if you're working and failing, you might as well not try at all; the results stay the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know it's wrong, and I know many would say just study hard, you can do it. You see, it is easier said than done. Maybe my moping period has been long overdue, and I really hope it is not too late to pick myself up. I pray to God help me, but sometimes I feel like I only call on God when I'm in trouble. So I hoped and I pray that I would always praise Him. And I have caused my family a lot of pain, especially my parents. I've been impatient, and I hope God would give me the patience when I feel like I'm about to explode. As you can see, my life is turning up side down. I hope this will end soon, I pray that next year would be better. Yeah so I wrote this post to basically remind me that I'm very fortunate, and I should treasure every moment. I also have &amp;nbsp;to learn to forgive and let go. Never hold grudges, and always try to mend things when you're at fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Wohoo, go mature me! Haha it's funny, I feel like I'm still the same 15 year old girl who started this blog. And I think I haven't changed that much. Maybe that's my problem, I'm far too childish. But I don't want to grow up. Let's see how future me would be. I really can't imagine myself as a grown up. I still look like I'm 12 so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvjunkiesunite.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/TheSingOff_NBC_Season3_Ep5_DartmouthAires.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tvjunkiesunite.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/TheSingOff_NBC_Season3_Ep5_DartmouthAires.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://popstarbiz.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/The-Sing-Off-3-Top-8-Dartmouth-Aires-Club-Can%E2%80%99t-Handle-Me.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://popstarbiz.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/The-Sing-Off-3-Top-8-Dartmouth-Aires-Club-Can%E2%80%99t-Handle-Me.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Henry so cute :3 hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.blogs.sheknows.com/realitytvmagazine.sheknows.com/2011/11/the-sing-off-dartmouth-aires-455x302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://cdn.blogs.sheknows.com/realitytvmagazine.sheknows.com/2011/11/the-sing-off-dartmouth-aires-455x302.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;These guys are just exploding with energy. Too bad I can't go to Dartmouth because I'm just too bloody lazy, and I should've worked harder. This is one of the sorrows I've been nursing. Yeah it pains me when people are like, why aren't you applying to this this uni? And I'm like well lady cause my brain can only go so far. Okay I won't say that, but people should stop asking that question. I realized the work you have to put in to go into these school, I underestimated it and I deserve the punishment. But maybe it is a blessing in disguise. But anyways, for people who didn't get Ivy league or feel you're not good enough, don't ever say that. It is hard work and luck. And I don't think people really know how hard the application is. So to my fellow people who are applying to the US, I feel ya bro. I feel ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-1519780587608414255?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/1519780587608414255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=1519780587608414255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1519780587608414255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1519780587608414255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/11/easier-said-than-done.html' title='Easier said than done'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-793868746436263044</id><published>2011-11-16T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:24:19.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needed it</title><content type='html'>Just felt like I needed to write something :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear lovely bloggy I miss you. You're like the guy best friend that I'm in love with but we're separated because of school and what not, and everytime I'm with you it's like the good old days. Forever alone moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://now.dartmouth.edu/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/aires-590.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://now.dartmouth.edu/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/aires-590.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Precious, did you see them perform ignition? Adorable. Reminds me when I was obsessed with Only Men Aloud. Darn these male choir groups!! *shakes fist*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-793868746436263044?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/793868746436263044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=793868746436263044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/793868746436263044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/793868746436263044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/11/needed-it.html' title='Needed it'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-659046855388821604</id><published>2011-11-16T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T02:51:24.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dartmouth aires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sing-off'/><title type='text'>Sleeping (Optional)</title><content type='html'>Oh foolish heart, I have fallen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so I'm on my break. See if you're familiar with my blog then you would know I post a lot about guys that I like. SO, without further ado, here's another one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this a capella group competition called the sing-off; it is kind of like any other singing competition but a capella and in groups? ( cue the DUH). And you know how I like guys who can sing. Just imagine groups of guys singing in tune! *HOLY MOLEY MACARONI* I love the college groups. I am bias I must say. But they are so entertaining and funny. Bloody charming blokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0azGlw8mLTQ" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know how I am so thug, the guy rapping would be my perfect match &amp;lt;3 Haha and he really looks cute with his green hoodie and cap :} I like him. Must find someone who's going to Dartmouth. We be so pimping together, our thug life and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-659046855388821604?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/659046855388821604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=659046855388821604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/659046855388821604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/659046855388821604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/11/sleeping-optional.html' title='Sleeping (Optional)'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0azGlw8mLTQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-8053030929644748940</id><published>2011-11-11T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T14:42:29.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOEFL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Yeah it's been ages since I've blogged but I don't care. I need a place to release my anxiety. I didn't want to release on facebook because I don't feel comfortable with it HAHA. I know right. But anyways, tomorrow is my TOEFL test; I am super scared. LIKE MAJOR SCARED. My hands are shaking as we speak. The problem is, I am still not studying. I don't want to the exercise because it shows just how unprepared I am :S I really want to cry now. Okay, I'm going to buck and do the practice test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-8053030929644748940?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/8053030929644748940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=8053030929644748940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8053030929644748940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8053030929644748940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/11/toefl.html' title='TOEFL'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-8296799648839892100</id><published>2011-06-28T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T23:46:12.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tokyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wombats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampire and wolves'/><title type='text'>Furry little critters with awesome songs.</title><content type='html'>I am in love with a track! I am. I've been starving for new meat. So, I was doing a bit of shopping for my departure to my new college D: Okay, I'm being&amp;nbsp;over-dramatic, the college is really near to my house but due to the rules, I have to stay in the hostel BOO-bloody-HOO. Wait, got sidetracked. As I was saying, I was shopping then I heard this song in Dorothy Perkins I think. I went back home looked it up and found it. &amp;nbsp;And here it izz Tokyo (Vampires &amp;amp; Wolves) by The Wombats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/DRhUIJextp8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRhUIJextp8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRhUIJextp8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy :D And I'm dancing like a lunatic in front of my laptop. I think my brother is used to seeing me dancing all by myself. (The closest thing I would get to a club) &amp;nbsp;HAHA yes. But anyways, enough about my killer moves, and enjoy this tune. If you're not into what people call as "indie" or like bubbly happy tune and prefer to mope or hardcore metal, then this is not for you. Have a go though :) I like to shout in the chorus. I pity my neighbours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-8296799648839892100?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/8296799648839892100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=8296799648839892100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8296799648839892100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8296799648839892100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/06/furry-little-critters-with-awesome.html' title='Furry little critters with awesome songs.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-39471446904508899</id><published>2011-06-28T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T01:49:57.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby steps</title><content type='html'>It's almost 2 a.m. My sleeping time is way off. I sleep around 3 o'clock, wake up at 4? I blame the internet, well I know it's me but still I BLAME YOU, INTERNET. But yes. I'm just blabbing a post because I need to post something. I won't let you die bloggeh! I WON'T! So I thought, okay, post something. Get back to the rhythm then I would slowly get back to blogging. I miss you. You're like the boyfriend who's overseas and I haven't talked to him for like a year. My emotions all bundled up, and how my ears have not explored the music scene. I am becoming boring (not to blow my own trumpet that I was so fascinating before but I was a lot more fascinating than I am now). And dear blog, I am going away from my lovely home. I am to live in a hostel. With strangers. Sharing bathrooms. Having a roommate. Mind you I have never shared my bedroom, this could be fun? I'll tell you more in details about how I got MARA. I don't know who's going to read it but I shall post it and see whether it is useful for people or for people who wants to know. I shall sleep before 3 today! I WILL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-39471446904508899?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/39471446904508899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=39471446904508899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/39471446904508899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/39471446904508899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-steps.html' title='Baby steps'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-8805865666918139030</id><published>2011-06-27T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T19:19:18.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This should not be forgiven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I AM THE WORST BLOGGER EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-8805865666918139030?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/8805865666918139030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=8805865666918139030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8805865666918139030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8805865666918139030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-should-not-be-forgiven.html' title='This should not be forgiven.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-6490129183900078707</id><published>2011-06-09T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T21:38:42.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glad you came'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wanted'/><title type='text'>Dancing in front of my laptop.</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh, I don't know what is it with me and boybands. I am not a die hard fan and all, but dammit the songs are so catchy! Currently I am infatuated with The Wanted boys. My favourite is Jay. Oh those blonde curls, and his geek qualities! Tre adorable. So they have a new album coming up!! And their new single is called 'Glad You Came'. You know I've always expressed a disliking towards repetitive pop songs and dance musics. But I don't know sometimes, there's exception. Yeah when good looking guys are singing the songs ;) hahaha no I genuinely really like this song. It's upbeat, something I need to brighten up these holidays. I mean come on, it's so upbeat that it makes me want to dance. Yes, I did dance in front of my laptop. I don't care! I think I've contributed to a lot views for this song in YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/O-mODmz4BEI" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a listen yeah :D Hope you enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-6490129183900078707?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/6490129183900078707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=6490129183900078707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/6490129183900078707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/6490129183900078707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/06/dancing-in-front-of-my-laptop.html' title='Dancing in front of my laptop.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/O-mODmz4BEI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-4182477427897794952</id><published>2011-05-25T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T22:32:09.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbyes'/><title type='text'>I seriously have no mood</title><content type='html'>I just don't know. I do miss you blog. But I don't have the motivation for me to write. It's not like I have no ideas (hmm come to think of it, I can't seem to remember what I wanted to talk about), it's just I'm just so tired to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my Unit 1 EdExcel exam. Phew. The papers were quite okay. Econs was a bit cuckoo (wtcrap, why is the supply curve straight?). Business was business, full of nonesense. English lit, well I'm proud of how far I've come okay! :S Psycho, was not psychotic. It was doable. Yeah yeah yeah. Yeah 3X. Stupid song. Nice intro, horrible everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today marks my last day as an official student of my current college. I got offered to do American Degree Foundation Programme. So yeah. I love my current college. My friends and lecturers are awesome! And I'm not even&amp;nbsp;exaggerating. I will miss my friends. Especially Christal. She's like glued to me. At least I had the chance to experience college life at the greatest college ever. And meet loads of people. So I am not sad because it ended, I am happy because it happened. That's a load of bull, I'm super sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I ended up blogging. Hmmmmmmmm. Yeah. Goodbyes sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There shouldn't be a good there. SO I BID TO YOU A GOODNIGHT. AND GOODNIGHT TO ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-4182477427897794952?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/4182477427897794952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=4182477427897794952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4182477427897794952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4182477427897794952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-seriously-have-no-mood.html' title='I seriously have no mood'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-3878342473734793897</id><published>2011-05-21T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T22:53:45.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis a hard choice</title><content type='html'>I'm debating with myself on whether I should update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-3878342473734793897?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/3878342473734793897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=3878342473734793897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3878342473734793897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3878342473734793897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/05/tis-hard-choice.html' title='Tis a hard choice'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-6321886799392977065</id><published>2011-04-30T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T16:58:22.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maroon 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert live in KL'/><title type='text'>Put Your Hands All Over</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Maroon 5's concert. I went with Alliya. We were at the upper tier, because I didn't want my dad to spend a lot, yeah so we bought the cheapest tickets :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would do a proper build up if I wasn't so lazy, so yeah let's go straight to the point. I LOVE MAROON 5. All of them were amazing. Especially Adam Levine! He sounded great live! And not to mention he was so hot! They sang 15 songs. The concert was short but, I guessed all the songs correctly. My favourite parts were hmm, oh gosh. There's so many! This Love, Stutter, Hands All Over, and yeah too many. I think I lost my voice. I practically screamed their whole entire set list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They opened with Misery and ended with Sunday Morning. Sigh, it was good gig :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-6321886799392977065?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/6321886799392977065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=6321886799392977065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/6321886799392977065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/6321886799392977065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/04/put-your-hands-all-over.html' title='Put Your Hands All Over'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-6469538022148637062</id><published>2011-04-10T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T15:27:31.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new slang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bieber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the shins'/><title type='text'>If only my leg could sing as well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #404040;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;And if you'd took to me like&lt;br /&gt;A gull takes to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd jumped from my tree&lt;br /&gt;And I'd danced like the king of the eyesores&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of our lives would fared well.&amp;nbsp;- The Shins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I found out another random fact about me. I love break up songs :D HAHA. Not Taylor Swift type of break up songs. But really deep break up songs. I remembered I was obsessed with 'A Rush of Blood to the Head'. Well I have found the song's equally depressive brother. The Shins' 'New Slang' :D TADAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not going through a break up, or about to kill myself. I am though, a bit down in the dumps but not pass the normal point. I just really like those types of songs. Simple melodies, and fitting lyrics. That's like the epic formula for a bad ass break up song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I wouldn't like slow songs, especially the slow pop songs. It's really hard to make a slow song without making it boring and monotonous. But the thing is with 'AROBTTH' and 'New Slang' is that both are very monotonous especially 'New Slang' but they never cease to amaze me. The simplicity of the songs are enough to entertain my thoughts when it is idle. So yeah it's kind of funny that most song which have wide range of melodies can bore me but songs with monotonous sound can be replayed over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, what makes it work for those type of songs is their emotions and lyrics behind it. The voice is subtle and almost as if he gave up on life. And the words just fit you know? It's just so sophisticated and poetic. Compare this with Justin Bieber's 'Baby'. Bieber never knew the pain, man. But The Shins explained it very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q322n-f3FlU" title="YouTube video player" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the song with 'Garden State' movie as the backdrop. I watched the movie only for a bit, I shall watch it properly next time. Maybe I'll write a post about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-6469538022148637062?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/6469538022148637062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=6469538022148637062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/6469538022148637062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/6469538022148637062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-only-my-leg-could-sing-as-well.html' title='If only my leg could sing as well.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Q322n-f3FlU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-4029327435536865093</id><published>2011-03-31T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T20:41:56.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure hunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drive'/><title type='text'>Why am I so lazy?</title><content type='html'>I just, I just don't get it man. Like WHY? Okay I have a business presentation to do, I have English Lit essays. And Econs homework. I really need to start studying Psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been contemplating with myself about how am I to present my blog. Should I make the post short and constantly update it or do long post but with fewer updates of course. Hmm. But I don't like short post. But I do not own the luxury of doing long post. So yes. And I haven't had a theme post in a bazillion years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ideas but oh gosh, my brain juice is not flowing well. I'm tired always. And it's probably my fault for staying up so late. I need to discipline myself, easier said then done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So updates? My college had a treasure hunt. It was a blast. We practically walked all over KL. The clues were so O_O At first it was okay, uhuh yeah. I got this. Okay I got this. Once we reached Berjaya Time Square which was the third part. My brain stopped working. Like *kapoot* So you can guess my partner and I did not win those freaking iPads! But there's always next year, iPad 2 heheheh muahahahaha! All in all it was FUN FUN FUN! Tiring as heck. I was so smelly kehkehkeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my parents picked me up, we went and stop to look at cars. Apparently my dad is planning to buy one? For me? Hahaha maybe. Probably sharing with him. SINCE I'VE THE LICENSE TO DRIVE! HOYEAH. Luckily we did not test drive it. Because I am not a good driver... YET. Practice makes perfect, who wants to roll with me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my brother has been letting me drive in Bukit Jelutong on the way back from college. I was barely at 60 km/h and I felt as though it was going super fast. HAHAHA. Well I drove at 40 km/h for JPJ okay. My brother kept telling me to go faster! FASTER! Or the engine will die. But I was scared :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to eat dinner. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-4029327435536865093?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/4029327435536865093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=4029327435536865093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4029327435536865093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4029327435536865093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-am-i-so-lazy.html' title='Why am I so lazy?'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-609131312414403767</id><published>2011-03-26T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:42:12.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eduardo'/><title type='text'>Sleeping,  I should be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/H/HA/HAM/HAMAKO5/1237828453_7787_full.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/H/HA/HAM/HAMAKO5/1237828453_7787_full.png" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HOLA, I AM EDUARDO. I LIKE POTATOES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-609131312414403767?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/609131312414403767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=609131312414403767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/609131312414403767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/609131312414403767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/03/sleeping-i-should-be.html' title='Sleeping,  I should be.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-2082872682136694662</id><published>2011-03-25T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T18:25:12.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='p license'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><title type='text'>A good week finally came.</title><content type='html'>I re-did my blog. I'm still not satisfied with it. But whatever. I think it's cute. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us hear about my week, si? So 23rd March was D-DAY as everyone would put it. I was scared, because I didn't want to be disappointed again like how I was in PMR. This time everyone looked a bit more calmed, more zen haha, maybe because they went through PMR and their results didn't kill them the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was I, around 10 a.m at school. Waiting.. and yeah there was a lot of waiting. Then finally the teacher announced the straight A's. There were 17 people. One by one went up to collect. And then there was left one. I just gave up hope then because well PMR really scarred me. And the only time I was called last, was in UIA. Where we were last team to break and MAN it was such a JOY. Yes one SPM slip left for straight A's, secretly I didn't give up, I still hoped it was me. And ALHAMDULILLAH, it was! I couldn't believe the*(#$&amp;amp; . So yes, I cried like a BIG OL' BABY. I was quite proud of my achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results weren't great. I mean, I didn't have a lot of A+'s. But I was satisfied. I couldn't ask for a better result for myself. Though then I saw people with a million A+'s and I was like danngggg now my result looks like nothing. HAHA. But I am very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was my driving test! I really didn't want to fail because then I had to skip another Friday, which I don't want to D: I freaked during parking because my car wasn't straight, so my mind went like Oh CRAP. Now what do I do? Me, being a pro, decided to experiment with the steering wheel trying to&amp;nbsp;straighten&amp;nbsp;the car. I just ended up making a fool of myself. JPJ officers were like WTF is this kid doing? Again, in my head I gave up. I thought that since I'm failing, why not just keep on going until the officers call me. But I didn't fail, I managed to park the fuh reak king car. HOYEAH. The 3 pointers was a breeze B) HAHAH (I'm lying, I was &amp;nbsp; fumbling everywhere).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the road test, thankfully I got like a laid back JPJ. He was listening to the radio, and Bruno Mars "Marry You" was on. When we got back, he said to me, you need to practice more, ok? Then I was DANGGG I FAILED, it's ok. At least I only need to repeat the road test. SIGHHHH. But then I saw my marks I PASSED. YIPPEE KI-YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good week. And yeah I've been singing "Marry you" everywhere. It's so catchy. WHYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY P. I GOT MY P. I NEED TO P. Get it? :D HEHEHEHEHEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo high. ( In real life, my butt is permanently parked &amp;nbsp;in my sofa) PARKED GET IT HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better stop before I make more lame driving jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SV8LDLw0w-Y/TEWI9jecYyI/AAAAAAAADeQ/M_G1EUvy3AY/s400/lesen+p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SV8LDLw0w-Y/TEWI9jecYyI/AAAAAAAADeQ/M_G1EUvy3AY/s400/lesen+p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-2082872682136694662?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/2082872682136694662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=2082872682136694662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/2082872682136694662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/2082872682136694662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-week-finally-came.html' title='A good week finally came.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SV8LDLw0w-Y/TEWI9jecYyI/AAAAAAAADeQ/M_G1EUvy3AY/s72-c/lesen+p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-4481335673996913993</id><published>2011-03-16T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:55:45.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt bellamy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall out boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><title type='text'>Be strong, carry on.</title><content type='html'>The Strokes streamed their album on their website :B Golly Geee! The album is called 'Angles', consisting of 10 songs. I have been looping the same songs, to have this album is refreshing! I am through with listening to 'Like a G6' every morning. And it's not even cool anymore. Like three, six? Whatchu talking bout far east movement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it is a fun song. BUT STOP PLAYING IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my friends, I don't want to go clubbing if the songs are filled with bass beats and annoying repetitive rhythm. I rather be sweaty at a concert. At least I can listen to music that I like, and I can wear sneakers and not be out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials is in 2 weeks by the bye &amp;lt;---- Jane Eyre is filled with that. It means by the way by the way :D I'm so lame. So I should be studying. As always. I should really be studying D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah about the album :D HAHA now you can see why I think I'm ADHD. My mind can't focus on a certain topic for so long. OK. Yeah I like it. HMM :D I see Strokes fan saying that it's better that First Impression Of Earth but not as legendary as Is This It. I sort of agree. It's a great album. Better than any that is in stores now. The Strokes are exploring a new realm of their sound. With no Julian to take on leadership. It does seem a little more messy in a way. It seems to not connect together as an album. You would notice the&amp;nbsp;separation&amp;nbsp;of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like most of the tracks. Especially the single, Under the Cover of Darkness. Machu Picchu is nice. WELL I LIKE ALL. Except you're so right. I don't get it. It sounds like Radiohead. And I never was a fan of them. I only liked Karma Police and Paranoid Android. Others ehh nope. Oh the album has this retro vibe, you know. I think it's because they're trying to create something timeless. But yeah, it sounded like 70's or 80's music with a new twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the plain sound of a band without all those hipster technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of 80's dance music, I was disappointed with Lady Gaga's 'Born This Way'. It does not sound current. It's not the Gaga I like. Not the extravagant operatic singer that I like to sing-a-long to with weird expressions of various dramatic emotions. But we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Matt Bellamy's going to be a DAD :( I wish you the best Maffew. I hope you're happy :'( This is sad. Why can't Muse hurry up with another album. The Resistance does not suffice. I WANT MORE, MORE, MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered being a huge fan of Fall Out Boy. My brother has been listening to them, brings back memories :) I can't believe I still remember parts of the song. Not really parts, but most of it! HUH If only my brain can use the storage for my studies instead of lyrics of songs which does not help in the exam hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again no themed post. I kept changing my mind until I got so fed up and I just wrote what I felt. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE. I wonder what happened to the academy is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pirun.ku.ac.th/~b4744163/bye.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://pirun.ku.ac.th/~b4744163/bye.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-4481335673996913993?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/4481335673996913993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=4481335673996913993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4481335673996913993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4481335673996913993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/03/be-strong-carry-on.html' title='Be strong, carry on.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-449059576367172978</id><published>2011-03-11T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T22:15:07.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of words that has no meanings.</title><content type='html'>Life has not been sunny. Just earlier today there's been an announcement on Tsunami alert :( I saw the damage. My heart sunk. I hope we all could start to change. Including myself. And the more I think about it, the more depress I get. And the only way I could keep myself from losing hope and be stuck in this rut, is by ignoring. Ignoring does not solve problems. So now I'm here, watching the news. Feeling really bummed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's have a turn on mood, I trully hope that Japan and the rest of world would be fine.But I don't want to be one of those people who are wishing through online and saying all of it. I hope the animals are fine too. You would not believe how many pets stranded during disasters. Okay, send positive energy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired and I'm sick. I thought I was going to post an update. But computer says no. I miss river trotting :D That was awesomez.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-449059576367172978?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/449059576367172978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=449059576367172978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/449059576367172978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/449059576367172978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/03/of-words-that-has-no-meanings.html' title='Of words that has no meanings.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-3832550419694928067</id><published>2011-02-27T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T21:05:06.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jungle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trotting'/><title type='text'>So Little Time</title><content type='html'>Whut up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry bloggie, I haven't been writing. I've been abnormally busy lately. So 3 major things had happen for these past few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, my orientation camp! I did not at all look forward to it. Especially the activities listed. Night Jungle Walk? Stream trotting?! What is this? Are they trying to kill me? Well to sum it up. It was fun :D HEHEHE Especially the stream trotting! Man, even though my legs felt like a ton because of water trapped in my trousers, but it was an experience! The water was cooling, I loved it I loved it! It felt so good to be in the water! I don't know why the seniors like to get the juniors wet. It's a 'tradition' but why water and soap. I bathed okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next was the Orientation Ball! Besides the late food and jam the evening was super enjoyable! Everyone was dressed up. All the girls were so pretty! I couldn't recognise some of them! It's nice seeing people all dolled up. I hate heels though. My feet were crying, oh why must you do this to me?! Slippers all the way man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, today I had my first driving lesson! WHEEEEE. One step closer to my license :D can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the rushed post. I'm suppose to study. Qualifying test coming soon. Oh no. DOOM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-3832550419694928067?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/3832550419694928067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=3832550419694928067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3832550419694928067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3832550419694928067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-little-time.html' title='So Little Time'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-8008158992458386494</id><published>2011-02-08T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:43:07.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause things will change</title><content type='html'>It's a revolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3141/3060015714_c5e5716ede.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3141/3060015714_c5e5716ede.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my blog title. Por que? I felt like I need to move on from Blogger to Hell. Kind of childish the name :D HAHAHA As if the new one is. And plus I'm going to be legal this year. So I need to change. Hmm, though I try not to change what that can be left as it is. But we need to change to grow, hopefully it goes to the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-8008158992458386494?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/8008158992458386494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=8008158992458386494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8008158992458386494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8008158992458386494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/02/cause-things-will-change.html' title='Cause things will change'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3141/3060015714_c5e5716ede_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-3467493065564806007</id><published>2011-02-08T19:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T21:02:28.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hormones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrew garfield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Foolish heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's hard being a complicated minded person. With all the mood swings,&amp;nbsp;over-thinking, and hormones. Hormones &amp;nbsp;ugh, if I could stop you I would!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Anyways, so yes. What's bothering me? Nothing really. It's just that, it's really hard for me not to like a guy. It could be anyone really, usually guy friends are not in the list, most of the time. I usually like guys that I'm not&amp;nbsp;acquainted&amp;nbsp;with. It's really weird to like a guy that you're friends with o_O you know?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I sound so depress, but I'm just really tired. You know what, I'm going to print a picture of all the guys I love and slip them in my file. That would really motivate me ;) Oh I love Andrew Garfield. Though before this I didn't because every single girl loved him too after The Social Network, so I kind of even dislike him :O for being adored by these people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But then, one fine glorious day I watched an interview with him and he sounded so mature and profound that I thought he's a&amp;nbsp;pretentious guy. But then I found out that he was 27 years old :O That shone a new light on him. Before this I thought he's like a kid trying to add as though he's so wise and all but it turns out he's the real deal. I know age does not equal to being wiser but I just prefer people to act their age. So with that he is gorgeous to me now :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Lions+Lambs+Berlin+Premiere+1wGnBviFMM2l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www2.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Lions+Lambs+Berlin+Premiere+1wGnBviFMM2l.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-3467493065564806007?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/3467493065564806007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=3467493065564806007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3467493065564806007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3467493065564806007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/02/foolish-heart.html' title='Foolish heart'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-6617518412685827200</id><published>2011-01-30T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:25:11.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elizabeth bennet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr darcy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride and prejudice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butterflies'/><title type='text'>Stars and Butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbopzfeGIy1qchde8o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 700px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbopzfeGIy1qchde8o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I have certain words that I find beautiful. I know weird haha! I like the word 'fire', like e.g: When you have nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire. I think fire represents passion and I love how one can be so passionate for something. So I love it when there's fire in a quote. HAHA it gets weirder. I also love the word 'butterflies'. As you can see my title is Stars and Butterflies, my tumblr header is Butterflies and Hurricanes. What is it with that word? Well I find butterflies to be beautiful and well it gives me an instant picture of beauty everytime I see the word butterflies. And it also represents the emotion when you get nervous. You know, butterflies in your stomach and that emotion relates to me the most. I hate feeling nervous and yet I feel nervous for most of the time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's not what I want to talk about. I just need a place to release my frustration. From my previous post, you can see that I've been obsessing over everything Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice. Now I'm going to talk about the soundtrack. It is freaking amazingly beautiful that it could make tear up. BRAVO Dario Marianelli! Excellent job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The soundtrack consist of 17 tracks which are all so subtle and breath taking. It's like a breath of fresh air. The opening track 'Dawn' is aptly name, it does result in emotion of you waking up from your slumber and getting on with your day. GORGEOUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you guessed it, I'm hooked to the soundtrack and have been listening to it on repeat. I really want the music sheet! So I googled it and apparently Kinokuniya had it. So there was I eagerly going to Kinokuniya to just find out that it's out of stock since last year. BOO!! I was so heartbroken. I DON'T CARE I SHALL GET THAT BLOODY BOOK. You know why I'm in a hurry to get the book, well you see I'm very impulsive. Very impulsive as in it comes and goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's one of my problem. I fall head over heels for something, after awhile the fire would certainly dim and I would lose the interest. I'm scared by the time I get the book, I wouldn't have the interest to practice it anymore. I'm really a messed up girl. I really don't know how to overcome it. My interest shifts too fast and I can't tell my heart 'Hey slow down, and stay at it longer' , it doesn't work that way. So I really really hope, by the time I get the scores, I'll have the interest still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld66xgqtoO1qchde8o1_r2_500.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 428px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pemberly state of mind tumblr, you are awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-6617518412685827200?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/6617518412685827200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=6617518412685827200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/6617518412685827200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/6617518412685827200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/01/stars-and-butterflies.html' title='Stars and Butterflies'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-3244221741129571818</id><published>2011-01-26T18:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T18:40:50.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr rochester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two lovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jane eyre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr darcy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride and prejudice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Oh but why must I be obsessive.</title><content type='html'>Jello! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm taking A-levels right, right, right? One of the subjects I'm taking is English Literature :O Yes. Since I didn't have the opportunity to take it during SPM, I was determine to take it for A-levels even though people say it's so hard and it's not easy to get A. Well nothing is easy. You can see my stubbornness, my dad was a bit wary of me taking the subject but I really want to learn you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough about dilemma, for the first module we had to read Jane Eyre. My gosh, was it a bore! AT THE BEGINNING! Sorry for fans of the book but the first half of her life is a drab. Even though I hate romantic novels because of the cheesy lines and situations but when set in a Victorian Era it became quite a guilty pleasure :D I loved how Mr. Rochester courted Jane and how he went to great length just to make Jane confess her love. It was really cute. YES CUTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to youtube and searched videos of Jane Eyre. The newest movie is coming out in March in the US. I was hooked on the videos watching episodes and segments after segments. Even the ones way back from 1973! I was in a period drama phase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, I recalled Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice. I remembered watching the movie and couldn't understand a thing. But I knew I didn't hate the movie. So yes, I watched the whole movie on youtube. HEHE. AND OH MY BLOODY GOSH, my heart was fluttering everytime I saw Mr. Darcy. And man, did he looked hot in his costumes, the coat is awh somezz~! I love his expressions and the way he talked. All I can say is Matthew MacFayden is an amazing actor. I think the movie has become one of my favourites. I couldn't stop staring at Mr. Darcy, now I know why women love Mr. Darcy.  I want to watch it again :) But sadly I have no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am definitely going to read the book and fall head over heels for the characters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld9zgzEUIf1qchde8o1_500.gif" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 350px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credits to Pemberley-state-of-mind tumblr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need a life man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-3244221741129571818?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/3244221741129571818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=3244221741129571818' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3244221741129571818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3244221741129571818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-but-why-must-i-be-obsessive.html' title='Oh but why must I be obsessive.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-4614349575156951035</id><published>2011-01-24T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T22:56:02.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt bellamy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kate hudson'/><title type='text'>No more can be said.</title><content type='html'>Hello cherries,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My emotions for today is between disappointment and sadness. If you are a E News follower and gossip reader, you know that Kate Hudson is preggers with a mini Matt. Though it is still a rumour. But I am treating it as if it was real so that I wouldn't be in denial if it was true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only that my dearie, Muse are performing at the GRAMMYS. *applause* What an honour!! NOT. Grammys has loss their credibility and seriously have you seen the winners? Not that I'm saying all of them are horrible but most of them are. So yes MUSE what are you doing there? I know you want to rule the world but making pop records and selling your soul to America will just make you out as a total...fool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know a lot of Musers will bash me for rambling about this. But I always say this is my opinion. And I have been a faithful fan of Muse, and as a fan seeing them go through this, it's painful! I want people to recognise Muse as those rockers who made beautiful songs. Epicness shooting through the speakers. Not some Uprising Twilight Band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They can dress as eccentric as they want but if their music is mundane than no amount of glitters can glorify it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-4614349575156951035?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/4614349575156951035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=4614349575156951035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4614349575156951035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4614349575156951035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-more-can-be-said.html' title='No more can be said.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-8916236203219402854</id><published>2011-01-02T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:39:53.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>A new dawn.</title><content type='html'>Have you had an itch on your toes. And even though you have scratched it, it still itch. I hate it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a way to start my new year's post. But I'm not really big on the new year's thing. I should, because I need motivation. But right now my motivation is to never repeat what I've done for SPM. Confused? Me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! I'm in college now :D HEHEHE Gosh, the orientation is tomorrow. And I'm most definitely going to be an outsider there. Sigh. I am super scared. There's so many things running in my head. But I'm not going to stress about it. Just go, show up and keep cool. Sound good right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't done a themed post in a long while. And I promised you that I would be back in action but I'm still inconsistent with the post. Let's see if college inspires me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a horrible writer. I'm sorry. My painting isn't even half done. My days are going to get busier. A busy mind is better than an idle one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is the first day. The first day is always the hardest :\ Please let that be true? My heart is racing. I haven't tried to make new friends in a long time. I mean a long long time. I'm afraid I seem to forget how to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just show up. Just show up. Breathe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok no more thoughts! I'm going to college tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-8916236203219402854?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/8916236203219402854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=8916236203219402854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8916236203219402854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8916236203219402854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-dawn.html' title='A new dawn.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-3813735020777862341</id><published>2010-12-20T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T16:43:47.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoiled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ungrateful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promises'/><title type='text'>Whiny McWhiner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqH4fUbko2U/SiB8mLByotI/AAAAAAAANk8/cdaXNfUuozY/s320/promises.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqH4fUbko2U/SiB8mLByotI/AAAAAAAANk8/cdaXNfUuozY/s320/promises.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes I do whine a lot. And some might say~ (lol Oasis song, check my post in Shark in A Bowl ;] ) I am ungrateful, spoiled brat. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me clear this up:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Spoiled brats wants everything and gets everything. I on the other hand wants everything and doesn't get everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am grateful, but I have this mood swings that clouds my judgement. Hmm, I might bipolar man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I always do, when I'm mad, or depress, I'll write in my blog. To just get it out. Right now, everything feels like its against me. Especially my family. They're getting on my nerves. Maybe I'm just at home too much. And they made so many unfulfilled promises, that just make angry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of me feels rebellious and just want to break promises. But then whats the use of that. Through this I learn, if I break promises than the other person would feel like how I feel. And I don't want to be the cause. So I will try my best to keep my promises no matter how big or small it is. And I am crap at remembering stuff, so if I have broken some promises I'm sorry and you can tell me what I've missed and I'll try to fix it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See I feel better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-3813735020777862341?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/3813735020777862341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=3813735020777862341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3813735020777862341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3813735020777862341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/12/whiny-mcwhiner.html' title='Whiny McWhiner'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqH4fUbko2U/SiB8mLByotI/AAAAAAAANk8/cdaXNfUuozY/s72-c/promises.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-6143951126267667304</id><published>2010-12-19T21:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T22:07:50.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blab'/><title type='text'>THIS SUCKS</title><content type='html'>I'm just so pissed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to channel it into a positive energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It shouldn't be so hard to look at the glass half-full side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like punching someone's face. (then again I always feel like I want to punch someone's face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate TEEN ANGST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only do I have PMS, I have angst. Angst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sucks. Period ( ha-ha not funny).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should google how to control my anger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm yes. That is an idea! *lightbulb* Yeah I know it's a bit too late for the lightbulb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dang. I'm so depressed. I feel like cutting myself. Loljk. I'm too scared. HAHAH But seriously I am not that stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I am? Wth I'm so high. Wow I just changed anger into high-ness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My so called 'diet program' is not working. I've been binge eating :O hehehe. Plus theres always more chocolates in the fridge when you're trying to be healthy :\ That's just how the universe works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until I figure how the universe works. Bye.&lt;--- Boring way to end I know. But I've been so uninspired *sigh* I need a muse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-6143951126267667304?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/6143951126267667304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=6143951126267667304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/6143951126267667304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/6143951126267667304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-sucks.html' title='THIS SUCKS'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-2242009043919937532</id><published>2010-12-17T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T20:52:31.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>Task 1 completed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.losangelesinjurylawyerblog.com/San%20Fernando%20Valley%20driving%20on%20phone%20crash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 425px; height: 282px;" src="http://www.losangelesinjurylawyerblog.com/San%20Fernando%20Valley%20driving%20on%20phone%20crash.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially registered in a driving school! One small step for man, a giant sigh of relief for me.&lt;div&gt;My dad said learning how to drive is the main priority. So that's out of the way. I'm going to attend the lecture this Sunday, all by myself~ Don't wanna be, all by myyyseellllf! ANYYYYYMORE! It's only 5 hours :S Hmm yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm scared. The lady said, girls had a hard time driving, for obvious reasons. I have never driven a manual car before. And in an automatic, I have only driven forward. Never reverse or park. Never mind, theres still a long way to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Taylor's Open Day. Yeah there's nothing much though I did there. I bumped into Jason, apparently he registered already! He is going for January intake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ladidaa I am growing up. I guess. My head is throbbing. The back of my eyes feel like somebody is assaulting it with a blunt knife :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, so I am progressing in my list to do. I have two weeks to complete everything. *sigh* NEED MINIONS! And with the driving stuff, my time will be limited. Looks like I'm back to being busy me. I have never been free. I have always something to do. And I am the champion of procrastination, so that will explain why I am always bored even though I have a thousand and one things to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry I've been blogging about my boring life. OH DEAR, I have run out of things to talk about. Maybe I'll become more interesting after college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope college wouldn't consume my life. I want a nice balance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired. I'm watching 101 Dalmatians. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah bye. Uhm, I'll talk to you later okay :) HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-2242009043919937532?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/2242009043919937532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=2242009043919937532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/2242009043919937532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/2242009043919937532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/12/task-1-completed.html' title='Task 1 completed.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-1889604414630137962</id><published>2010-12-12T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:29:53.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despicable me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><title type='text'>I need minions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3c9ZtcZwv8/TDwCI9iXnGI/AAAAAAAAAlM/CvdgGH7Jod8/s1600/Despicable-Me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 553px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3c9ZtcZwv8/TDwCI9iXnGI/AAAAAAAAAlM/CvdgGH7Jod8/s1600/Despicable-Me.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I need tiny minions to do all my work. I need to start painting. I like painting, it makes my mind focus. When I start painting, nothing else matter besides finishing the painting. It is absolutely relaxing. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is starting the painting. I have a tough time to decide what to paint. I generally paint cartoonish figures. I like paintings with pastel colours. Soft lighting. Nothing to bold. Subtle is the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. I have so many things to do. I need to enroll myself to a driving school. I need to find a college for JANUARY INTAKE. I need to shop for clothes for college which is in JANUARY. I still haven't decide on what to take dammit. I'm probably doing A-level but it's going to be like SPM all over again. I don't know. I want to see counselors. But where are those counselors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piano hasn't been tuned for a year. The keys are falling apart. I have no acoustic guitar. My pick is missing. My nails hurt because of the strumming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZIS IZ IMPOSSIBLEH! ZE IZ TOO MUCHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I need minions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-1889604414630137962?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/1889604414630137962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=1889604414630137962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1889604414630137962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1889604414630137962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-need-minions.html' title='I need minions.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3c9ZtcZwv8/TDwCI9iXnGI/AAAAAAAAAlM/CvdgGH7Jod8/s72-c/Despicable-Me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-4062277500542057050</id><published>2010-12-11T17:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T18:20:23.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscar wilde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the picture of dorian gray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben barnes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorian gray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Beauty that never fades.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.doriangray.net/resources/doriangray-1.jpg?timestamp=1259698990598"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 446px;" src="http://www.doriangray.net/resources/doriangray-1.jpg?timestamp=1259698990598" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since I'm so over SPM, I can finally read books! I mean books besides textbooks. Well my dad bought a secondhand eBook reader awhile ago. Inside it, theres classics like Moby Dick, Dracula, and etc. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just so happen it has The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, the only novel he published. Before SPM, my friends and I watched the movie Dorian Gray where Ben Barnes acted as Mr. Gray. The movie was uhhh yeah more action than conversation. Though, Ben Barnes was gorgeous in it :) I had a crush on him for awhile after watching Dorian Gray. But the crush was short-lived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, I'm halfway through the book, and I quite like the book. It presents an interesting view about beauty and morals. How obsessed one can be with looks. Like Lord Henry Wotton said about beauty, it is an intelligence even more greater than any other intelligence because it does not need explanation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So theres many different angles on morals, about satisfying ones desire. You have Lord Henry who supports hedonism and  the painter of the infamous picture Basil, who tried to shelter Dorian from the influence of Lord Henry and failed. And of course there is Dorian Gray, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from an innocent young lad to a hideous soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a coin-hi-dink I'm doing a portrait again! HAHA luckily it's not a self-portrait. Self-portrait is not my thing, I like to paint other people. I'll try to post pictures once I'm finish. I promised that last time hehe sorry. I guess I forgot, the portrait is half finish till this day. Don't ask why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, my friends and I have officially launched Shark in a Bowl. So check that out too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click here :) -&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharkinabowl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shark in a Bowl &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-4062277500542057050?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/4062277500542057050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=4062277500542057050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4062277500542057050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4062277500542057050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/12/beauty-that-never-fades.html' title='Beauty that never fades.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-3212065399942264947</id><published>2010-12-10T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:58:10.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finding something to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hellogoodbye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><title type='text'>If there could be anything sweeter than honey, it would be this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kafTWL1zAn0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel giddy and happy. It's because of this one song. You know the feeling when you see a your crush or you just so happen to remember all the summer holidays memories. Well this song just hit the right chords for me. Ahhh I just love how it makes me feel. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It kind of reminds me of a story of summer romance. Girl meets boy. They become inseparable, falls madly deeply in love. Time seems to stop, and all what matters is the time spent together. Where you're living in the moment. So carefree, and beautiful in a way :D Everything seems perfect :) Sigh boy I would love to have a summer love. Too bad I live here and I'm not going to anywhere exotic or exciting to meet the perfect guy for summer. HAHA well I can dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The song is freaking sweet, sigh sigh sigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-3212065399942264947?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/3212065399942264947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=3212065399942264947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3212065399942264947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3212065399942264947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-there-could-be-anything-sweeter-than.html' title='If there could be anything sweeter than honey, it would be this.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-8793020290245296151</id><published>2010-12-08T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:11:07.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maroon 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands all over'/><title type='text'>More than goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No I'm not leaving you bloggeh,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So told you I would be back soon! Is it too soon? Maybe but I'm bored and I'm trying to get my blog back on track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you like pop? Do you like funk? Do you like catchy chorus? Well if you do then Hands All Over is the perfect album for you! Yes Hands All Over, this sexy beast is the work of Maroon 5. You probably knew that, I told you I'm stuck in the past. But let me review it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://planetill.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/hands-all-over.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I always been secretly a fan of Maroon 5, why secretly because I don't know, they're so overplayed on the radio. But anyways, they're back with new shizamms. And it's good! But if you like indie or hard rock metal then it's not for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hands All Over is like your own private party. The starting is very poppy and gradually becomes funky. Then after you had some funk, Maroon 5 slows it down with couple of ballads. There's one song featuring the singer from Lady Antebellum  (not a fan of them though), so that shows how diverse it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though Adam Levine lyrics are still the same, about women and yeah but it fits with the song. What I'm trying to tell you is, go and listen to Hands All Over, if you want something fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite tracks are Stutter, Give A Little More, Runaway and yeah you know what just listen to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I'm starting a new blog with my friends, will keep you updated my non existing readers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-8793020290245296151?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/8793020290245296151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=8793020290245296151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8793020290245296151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8793020290245296151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-than-goodbyes.html' title='More than goodbyes'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-4025577327999925765</id><published>2010-12-08T17:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:39:28.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nick valensi'/><title type='text'>Miss me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP9fjokXFUI/AAAAAAAAAY0/j_WyJdRt51k/s1600/nick%2Bvalensi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP9fjokXFUI/AAAAAAAAAY0/j_WyJdRt51k/s320/nick%2Bvalensi2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548258331733726530" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Dear bloggers, I am in love with Nick Valensi. Just FYI. Not really related to this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I am now finally released from the grasp of SPM! Jump for joy because I'm not going to study Biology anymore :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I'm still getting used to typing a post. Gosh how long has it been since I had a proper post? Too long! And my brain is all tired and throbbing. My back aches, sitting for 20 plus papers is not fun. I am stuck in the stone age. It's going to take awhile for me to get back on track. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hmm, since I'm here I might as well tell you about what's going on with me right now. Not like you care, but I feel like typing. I miss my blog okay. So college next year, hmm yes. College. Well, I have no idea where I am going, what I am going to do. So yeah, that's going to be a challenge. And yes the college that has the subjects I want is freaking expensive. $$$ &lt;i&gt;It's all about the money, money, money.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Oh! I can now take my driver's license! But I'm kind of scared to drive alone, and at night. My experience behind the wheel isn't the best. Let's hope I improve *game face on*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It's my last day of school. By last meaning, the last day I'm ever going to attend school wearing a school uniform :\ I'm suppose to be ecstatic to be over with SPM or be real sad with leaving school. But I don't feel anything?  Maybe my brain hasn't comprehend it yet. I'm suppose to have this big sigh of relief hmph. But no, I'm having 1001 things crossing my minds about college, about what to do and etc. How boring *yawn* I'm suppose to rest my brain today. Get some real sleep, but I'm up here with you blogger. See, I have to keep myself busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Maybe I'll change my blog layout. Do something simple. Yes simple please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;So I'll stop here, before I go on and on. See you soon, buddy! And I MEAN IT :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;** I hate how I sound in this post. But I shall improve with time. I'm rusty okay :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-4025577327999925765?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/4025577327999925765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=4025577327999925765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4025577327999925765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4025577327999925765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/12/miss-me.html' title='Miss me?'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP9fjokXFUI/AAAAAAAAAY0/j_WyJdRt51k/s72-c/nick%2Bvalensi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-8040290061003870881</id><published>2010-12-02T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T18:20:30.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear blog,</title><content type='html'>2 more papers to go :) Ah if my smile could reach from ear to ear. I shall blog next week, hmm what shall I blog about. 2 mo! 2 mo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-8040290061003870881?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/8040290061003870881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=8040290061003870881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8040290061003870881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8040290061003870881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-blog.html' title='Dear blog,'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-1455116489506209517</id><published>2010-10-24T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T20:41:19.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Wow it's been like a million year since I've been writing. But my dear non-existing bloggie people, I shall be back in a month! MUAHAHAHA THE JOY! Why am I blogging now? Well, I just need to get this out of my system :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the late 90's and early 2000 :\ That was probably the best days. I know I'm only seventeen ( just turned 17 few weeks ago :D) but I really miss all the shows, the memories that goes along with it. I like the fact the TV  wasn't HD and the cartoon looked LIKE CARTOONS. I like how violent the cartoon was, and though it was creepy it was funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-1455116489506209517?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/1455116489506209517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=1455116489506209517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1455116489506209517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1455116489506209517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/10/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-5842720705708838917</id><published>2010-08-14T00:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:01:54.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bands'/><title type='text'>When you're feeling low, lower than the ground :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TGVz5TxL__I/AAAAAAAAAYk/f4ga3WY0bbM/s1600/adv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TGVz5TxL__I/AAAAAAAAAYk/f4ga3WY0bbM/s320/adv2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504933547926618098" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Happy Ramadan People!!!! Eid is going to be around the corner or what the locals call it Raya! I know late wishing, but I haven't had any ideas on what to blog it's so frustrating :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow it feels great to write again. My fingers are actually moving!:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling a bit down lately, but then again, I always blog when I'm feeling low. Because blogging makes me feel better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;What's bothering me? Well, duh SPM, but that's obvious. What's bothering me now is the thought about bands falling apart. Yeah pretty random right? But I don't know, I'm just sad that when good bands come to an end. Well I'm not going to name any bands, because it's a pretty general post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what brings me to this topic? I guess it's the friendship aspect of it. Mhmm, usually bands are formed from friendships. And I wonder about what happens to their friendship after they have a row, decides to break up. Or just calls it quits. Surely that's a part of you that felt betrayed by your friends. So does friendship truly survive through thick and thin? Then again the music business can be a cruel place to be. Having so many influences forced upon you. No wonder bands just give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, I know I'm young and haven't had that many life experiences, but so far I've learnt that friendships can last. I think you have to be honest with each other, as honest as possible. To gain trust. Yes, trust is in important in any relationship. Love many, trust few. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Laugh together and you feel as though you don't need nothing else in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what if MUSE broke up? I think I would be devastated. I'm scared Chris might go off and do a solo album. Yes, the tall, quiet one! I know they're supportive of each other but I want MUSE! NOT SOLO ALBUMS. Oh there's no rumour that MUSE is breaking up, just saying all the what if's. Matt's dating Kate Hudson? seriously. SIGH. First, TWILIGHT SAGA. Second, selling their soul to USA. Third, Kate Hudson. Fourth, finding a place in L.A? :'( These things makes me love Matt less and less. But I'm merely a fan. This is my opinion. He is free to do whatever he wants. He's still a musical genius. Origin of Symmetry &amp;amp; Absolution are just PHWOAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fond of very few bands, it's very hard for me to like the band. I can like a song easily, but to become a fan is another story. And the bands I adore are as if they're going to break up forever in a matter of moments. I guess bands in general are unstable. I'll just have to reminisce their past albums and think of how good were they. That's horrible :( No more new materials!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And I don't know what to do when the last HP movie comes out :(&lt;br /&gt;No more VOLDY :S sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must all good things come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-5842720705708838917?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/5842720705708838917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=5842720705708838917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/5842720705708838917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/5842720705708838917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-youre-feeling-low-lower-than.html' title='When you&apos;re feeling low, lower than the ground :('/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TGVz5TxL__I/AAAAAAAAAYk/f4ga3WY0bbM/s72-c/adv2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-5453899982424896004</id><published>2010-06-20T15:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:03:29.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toy story 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>To infinity and beyond!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;You probably guessed that I'm going to blog about Toy Story 3. I never knew what that tag line meant until just recently. Yes I'm a slow learner, always have and always will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well duh, Toy Story 3 was awesomely funny. Especially when Buzz is in spanish mode! I was the first to laugh when he start to pose like a spanish dancer. I used to hate Buzz because he was the new toy, and he kind of stole Andy away from Woody. But now after the third, my hatred for Buzz has disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;One thing about Pixar movies, it's just too darn meaningful in a way that keeps us coming back for more. To see a movie where theres, love, loyalty and friendship :') Gosh, no matter how many of these types of movie is being produced, I still love it. I haven't seen Up though. Hadn't got the chance. I kept hearing the ending of Toy Story 3 was sad yet happy. And it was! Well to me it was just sad :( The look in Andy's (yes, I know it's a cartoon) eyes when he was reluctant to let go Woody really hits the spot. I wanted to yell at Andy keep him! But I know that wasn't going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sigh sigh sigh. This one lady wrote a review about Toy Story mention she didn't understand why Andy was so attach to his toys. I think eventhough your 17 or 32 or 70, sometimes theres just one thing that you get so attach too. Whether it be a stuff animal, lucky charm or even your old pillow. For example, my brother has this pillow since he was young and til this day he still has it. My old maid tried to throw it away because its in a horrible condition but my brother didn't let. One day my maid accidently threw it in the washing machine, and my brother couldn't sleep without the pillow. So yes people could get really attach to an item. God knows how many people still has their stuff teddys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;As for me, I don't have anything I get attach too. I never been a stuff animal fan. But I know since I was small before I go to sleep I would imagine almost about anything. When I was small I imagined that I had a lot type of pets :D Because I wanted to own lots of animals and I did have a lot of cats at one time :'( Yes my mind is just too darn active with imagination. Before I go to sleep I'll still imagine whether it's life after SPM or anything just over the moon. Sometimes I do a mini stories in my head :O I should really check if I'm sane. Wait, I already know the answer anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;If I ever get the chance, I'll do a Lion King and Toy Story marathon. And maybe someday, if I ever have kids I want to show them all these great movies :) Because movies nowadays are full of robots and technology. Sometimes you need to just simplify and have some talking animals or toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now I have to finish my Add Maths folio which hasn't move at all. And I'm suppose to pass up by opening of school, uhh which is tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.krisblack.com/storage/desktop-journal/toy-story-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 612px; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.krisblack.com/storage/desktop-journal/toy-story-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ZZZZBYEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-5453899982424896004?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/5453899982424896004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=5453899982424896004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/5453899982424896004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/5453899982424896004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-infinity-and-beyond.html' title='To infinity and beyond!'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-5966133446636358611</id><published>2010-06-06T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:03:55.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampire diaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damon'/><title type='text'>I Vant To Sukh Yo BLUDH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;It's not like I'm interested in Vampires like to the point that I believe in them and want to become one. And I don't even have an obsession with vamps :F It just so happen all the things I read and watch contains vamps :F Coincidence, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I just bought Darren Shan book 7 to 12 :B I KNW!! Argh can't wait! So Darren Shan is a vampire, well a half vampire. And in my other post I've already explain about Darren Shan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;So thanks to my good friend Sze Yan, I've been watching Vampire Diaries... Don't judge me! The first episode was exactly like Twilight, but things got interesting when Damon Salvotore came into the picture :) So who is Damon Salvatore, he is the bad ass vampire who's causing trouble to the hero of the series Stefan Salvatore*gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;The series ain't half bad, it gets better with each episode, more characters. The plot builds up and more problems of course. If you're planning to watch VD, I suggest to you don't stop at the first episode, and it is so much better than Twitard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;So what is it all about, well Stefan returns back to Mystic Fall and Damon tags along. Damon has this diabolical plan which would most likely would cause harm to innocent people. So Damon is this evil vampire dude, but as the series move on, slowly it unravels his motives. You can see where he's coming from. And yeah he's unbelievably hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i660.photobucket.com/albums/uu326/megdays/Vampires/Ian-Somerhalder_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i660.photobucket.com/albums/uu326/megdays/Vampires/Ian-Somerhalder_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;*drools*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Yes, I've watched all the episodes of season 1 and now, waiting for season 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Vampires are interesting, I mean, for one thing it's been there for like centuries, and humans are still intrigue by them. And with each book, there's a different perspective of vampire. In Darren Shan to become a vamp you have to cut your fingers and place it with the vampire's finger and let the blood come into ur system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;In Twilight, you have the vampire poison in your sistem. And in Vampire Diaries, you have to drink vampire's blood and die then feed. There's so many differences in characteristics of vampires with each book, but one thing's for sure, they are a load of charming bastards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Vampires sells. So put you fang up, and let us go feed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kq38ehHaMH1qa44a8o2_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kq38ehHaMH1qa44a8o2_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;BYEEEE 83&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-5966133446636358611?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/5966133446636358611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=5966133446636358611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/5966133446636358611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/5966133446636358611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-vant-to-sukh-yo-bludh.html' title='I Vant To Sukh Yo BLUDH!!!'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i660.photobucket.com/albums/uu326/megdays/Vampires/th_Ian-Somerhalder_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-977705053211728038</id><published>2010-05-31T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:04:56.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave Muse ALONE :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Lol jk, but I wish Twitard would leave them alone :\ Can't believe I liked Twilight, emphasize on the LIKED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Moving on, well currently Matt is single *ShamWOHOO* :) Well that's how I'm suppose to feel. BUT I feel sorry for Matt, 8 years together and suddenly they just split? That's not something you can just snap out of it. Hmm, I was really hoping that they'll have mini Matts even with Gaia's gene in the mix but still it will be nice to see Matt move on in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I don't know how many times I've been trying to stick up for Muse with their soft-rock genre but I'm going to continue sticking up. WHY? Well simple, I'm tired of people saying Neutron Star is Bullshit, What happen to original Muse, Yada yada bla blaa blaaa and my toe is on fire. Why am I tired? Frankly, it's because of school and secondly I agree to what Matt's saying. Yes I know what's freedom of expression means but if you don't like it, fine. But I'm just saying my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Like Matt has said, it's like a gene pool, you get variations, keep things interesting. Maybe they're bored with their old ways (I do miss their old songs) and they want to evolve. And the song for Eclipse, yeah I'm kind of pissed that a bunch of 14 or 13 year old midgets think they're Muse's biggest fan just because they know all the songs in Twilight :O But the song isn't that bad, it's just the association with Twilight that makes it cringe worthy. I adore the piano in the chorus &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Maybe I'm consolling myself that Muse might not be the guitar throwing, crazy lunatic on stage ever again, but hmm they'll always be my favourite band. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-977705053211728038?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/977705053211728038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=977705053211728038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/977705053211728038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/977705053211728038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/05/leave-muse-alone.html' title='Leave Muse ALONE :('/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-2089000819072390726</id><published>2010-05-28T01:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T02:01:55.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='percy jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darren shan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>I'll pick adventure over love anyday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, lately I've been reading a lot of children fantasy books. Yeah I know right? Ain't that just dandy? It is! It all started with my fascination with Harry Pot-er and Hogwarts (da best school yo). And I rarely even read chic-lit, I don't even know why. Probably because, in my opinion, they're all the same. There's a confused chick, guys and love. So that's why I read very little chic-lit, heck I've only read two or three. And I must confess A Walk to Remember is &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51BfqmONdvL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51BfqmONdvL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wooh I have this cover which is the First US Edition D: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok back to the main topic, Children Fantasy Books :B They're awesome. I've read this Trilogy called Dark Reflection (The Water Mirror, The Stone Light, The Glass Word). The ending was extremely sad, I wished the author re-write the ending but like the book said, this is not a fairytale and even in fairytales it isn't real. Yeah sighh... but it's really unique, original and one of the most imaginative book I've read. And the best part it is set in Venice, and all over the world, but it started in Venice! I really want to go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/514hJbQnaiL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/514hJbQnaiL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then there's Darren Shan the half-vampire. He was a normal boy, but one grave mistake made him a half-vamp. And so he goes through many adventures being all vampire, and kind of animal-like. You can finish a book in a day. It's a nice light reading material and very addictive. Well I'm addicted. I just love the first book! A very nice way to start a story, very unexpected and the plotline was great! Gosh I'm sounding geek-ish but I don't give a hoo-haa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://monsterscifishow.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/percy-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://monsterscifishow.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/percy-jackson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adding to the list is, Percy Jackson! Thanks to my friend she bought the second and third book (first book, sold out) and instantly I got hook! Percy and Tyson is really funny. And I love Nico di Angelo heehheeee. I don't know why, he is an interesting character and he changes throughout the series. And thanks to the series, I'm googling ancient monsters, greek mythology and the olympians. I have literally become a Percy Jackson fan. Even when I have midterms, I kept reading The Last Olympian and I bet my marks would suffer. But the book was just calling me and saying "Read me, read me!!" How can I resist? I'm not that strong! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate it when series end. I cried when Pot-er ended. I know LAME but how would you feel when the book you grew up with finished and every year you patiently wait for the next book to come out and now you have nothing to wait for :( I wish they could magically just continue but I know that would just make it a disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-2089000819072390726?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/2089000819072390726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=2089000819072390726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/2089000819072390726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/2089000819072390726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/05/ill-pick-adventure-over-love-anyday.html' title='I&apos;ll pick adventure over love anyday.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-5275521087503349682</id><published>2010-04-29T20:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:07:06.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tribe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><title type='text'>Long Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've realised that my blog has been lacking of MUSE D: I know, shame on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They were or are in Mexico, and look at this picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/S9mBtkviU0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/MXhK0_G0WvQ/s1600/tribal+muse.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465542242747962178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/S9mBtkviU0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/MXhK0_G0WvQ/s320/tribal+muse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the oh-so-rare tribe call Musect, they prey on monkeys, and don't think the leader is the one with the big stick, because the one blowing smoke is the evil mind behind it all. He works behind the curtains, the two are merely puppets. So now you know how the system in this tribe works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh don't you just love them? I know I've practically asked this a billion times, and my answer would always be YES! I'm still waiting for my chance to see them live :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So again if anyone would be a dear and like give me a chance to meet them that would be appreciated :D Pretty please. I beg you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-5275521087503349682?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/5275521087503349682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=5275521087503349682' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/5275521087503349682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/5275521087503349682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-forgotten.html' title='Long Forgotten'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/S9mBtkviU0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/MXhK0_G0WvQ/s72-c/tribal+muse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-8504719981384329837</id><published>2010-04-29T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:11:54.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart drugs'/><title type='text'>Yes I did</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, I've managed to change my blog layout. I'm so proud :') hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12 30 a.m and I'm skipping school tomorrow, I'm dead tired. Anyways so what should I blog about today? I just felt like blogging. Now I'm yawning, and I'm getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in today's newspaper there's an article about 'smart drugs' where people are taking drugs in order for them to have the motivation to study. And people were questioning whether it's cheating to use it, but of course the users are saying that it isn't any different than taking a morning cup of coffee. People have bad eyesight, we give them glasses, so why can't people with bad memory take pills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, if you feel it isn't cheating than it's not, I guess. You're not exactly copying people's paper. You're just using it so that you could study longer hours. But I wouldn't take it, mainly because I have a fear of drugs, yeah even panadols. I have a fear that it would leave some unwanted substance in my body. Yeah enough about that, and I feel as though I'm cheating myself, why? Because I believe everybody has their limit, and I don't think you should push yourself to the EXTREME. Other people can achieve without drugs, so why must you resort to it. Study as hard you can, and be proud of your achievements. You don't need drugs to be the best of you, and these drugs would just come back and haunt you. So better not do drugs, be clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stanmed.stanford.edu/2002fall/story-images/smart-drug.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://stanmed.stanford.edu/2002fall/story-images/smart-drug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I find the picture very friendly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-8504719981384329837?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/8504719981384329837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=8504719981384329837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8504719981384329837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8504719981384329837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/04/yes-i-did.html' title='Yes I did'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-780992544090402912</id><published>2010-04-22T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:40:15.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IIUM 9th Interschool Debate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't got much time to update. But I felt as though I should just give a brief update D: Ok so how do I start? UHMMMMM let's just go day by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to our room and got the shock of our life. It was like a square with more cubicles in it. And the bunk beds are murderers. Not only the ladder was shakey and could just slip easily, the fan could give a wake up concussion. So we decided to sleep on the floor, which was what most of us did there. So we had like four hours to get ready for the 'Championship Dinner' hmm, we played taboo. So the convo went like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;QM: Paris Hilton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Us: Blonde, Stupid, Dumb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;QM: It rhymes with SIMBA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Letticia: BIMBO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Laughed so hard :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah went to the dinner, saw performances from little children, talked to guys in perbahasan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Second Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Slept for like 2 hours, because it was so bloody uncomfortable? Woke up at 5. 30 am. I know. Teacher wasn't feeling well, she sent us to CAC. And then we got lost trying to find where we suppose to be. Saw a few of Africans passed by with their handphones playing raggae music. We danced like some maniacs, and the Africans looked. Fell down laughing again. I find African accent is really cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Had debate workshop, and off we go debating. Went against MRSM Pendang. Blunders, we said Malaysian &lt;em&gt;PROSTITUTION&lt;/em&gt; instead of Malaysian &lt;em&gt;CONSTITUTION. &lt;/em&gt;Luckily the adjudicator didn't care. He even laughed when I emphasized on the prostitution. I didn't even know it was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then second round went against St. Xavier. Yeah my heart just stopped. But surprisingly we won. And we've became good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Third Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lost to Al-Amin, Gombak. Man that tiny third speaker really can rebutt man. Don't be fooled by the looks. Then we lose against SDAR because well of careless mistake, haiyoo. But phew, we've won against MRSM Langkawi who turned out to be really nice people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fourth Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Won against some MRSM again, can't remember the name. So yeah then we've broke into Double Octos, and went against KYS. We didn't win. But we didn't mind, our main mission was to break, and we did. We were 24 out of 77. I'm so proud of our achievements eventhough to some school is a failure. But I was really happy to see that we've made it so far from a month ago. I love you, Sharanya, QM, Letticia for being great team mates. And to Alliya and Divya for supporting from home. Love you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So we went and watch the octos, and then went out to eat at Old Town. Got back and slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fifth Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Woke up, got ready and finally, no pressure! What a relief man. So watched the quarters, semis, and last but not least the finals. And the finals was pretty boring really and confusing. They should've not twisted the motion. Should've give  like straight forward motions. Went back, slept at 1 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sixth day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Woke up, got ready. Watched perbahasan final, and man were they polite. Got so boring that QM slept. LOL. Then we decided to just hang outside and chill. Then went back inside again, and Methodist Boys School won. They're really good, so they deserved to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So we've said goodbye to everybody we've met. And our runner was sick sadly, and we've packed and carried our huge back down four flight of stairs, gosh my arms! And so that was the end of our stay in IIUM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though the food, room, bathroom sucked, and the I prefer KDU's motion BUT I missed IIUM. Good memories :) sigh. Sad that I'm in form 5 but still no regrets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah that's the brief run through of what had happen. But there's too many stories to tell. If you want to more, then just asked :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-780992544090402912?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/780992544090402912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=780992544090402912' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/780992544090402912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/780992544090402912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/04/iium-9th-interschool-debate.html' title='IIUM 9th Interschool Debate.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-3801908025481493449</id><published>2010-03-31T16:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T17:50:53.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to train your dragon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><title type='text'>I feel like some Orange Juice.</title><content type='html'>I've got some OJ. AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what happen today in my glorious life, well today I had my Grade 4 violin exam (I know low grade, bt wtv ok). So I was really nervous, palm sweating, cold hands, felt as though I was going to faint. But I've manage to actually remain conscious. So it started out OK but the it just went downhill when she asked me to play scales :O yeah I screwed up A LOT. When I say a lot, I meant it. What's in the past remains in the past. So lets go forth with life. So dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokayh after that horror dissaster, I went to OU (yes I skipped school muahahaha) and watched How to train your dragon. The movie wasn't even about training dragons :\ haha but I still like it in a way eventhough the dragon looks like a cat but still it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3dguy.tv/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/hot-to-train-your-dragon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 416px; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3dguy.tv/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/hot-to-train-your-dragon.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiccup's cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a karangan to do. A freaking 600 words karangan. Who in the world created this! I still have piano/violin lessons today and I'm procastinating from doing it now. By the end of this post. I have too. So looks like I have to go. BYE BYE BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-3801908025481493449?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/3801908025481493449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=3801908025481493449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3801908025481493449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3801908025481493449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-feel-like-some-orange-juice.html' title='I feel like some Orange Juice.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-768881779289097699</id><published>2010-03-16T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T01:09:31.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debate'/><title type='text'>KDU DEBATE</title><content type='html'>Just a couple of days ago was the end of a 3 day debate competition, woah. Even the 5 prelimanary rounds took a toll on me D: But it's a good way to strengthen my brain! Haha build some mental muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were a lot of stuff that happened. We've learnt so much in the short few days. We were prepared for a formal debate and instead the debate style were quite casual. Some adjudicators we're nice and helpful and some were just plain rude. And it makes me wonder why are these type of people exist in this world. To make people suffer? But anyways I've come to the terms that they are going to be people like that, and you have to deal with it. My dad adviced me that you have to build a thick skin and if you really can't handle them then just walk off because it's not worth your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes I'm going to whatever it takes to build a thick skin. Sharanya and I are determined to better ourselves in debate no matter what. We're going to start watching CNN HAHA. And we're going to kick some debaters ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mattresspolice.com/images/sarcasm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 430px; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.mattresspolice.com/images/sarcasm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debates is all about making your solution better than the opponents. You have to convince the people why is your way better than others. And half of it is making fun of the opponents solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes my blood is boiling with debate! HAHAH I feel like I want to debate again! It was really fun. Had a fun experience even with the emotional break downs along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CHACHOS PEOPLE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-768881779289097699?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/768881779289097699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=768881779289097699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/768881779289097699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/768881779289097699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/03/kdu-debate.html' title='KDU DEBATE'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-4116472863564306473</id><published>2010-03-06T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:41:14.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Forrest Gump</title><content type='html'>Currently watching it on TV and one word, random. It's such a random story. But behind the funny lines lies a true heart felt story. It's really sweet in a way :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I felt like blogging. And in a few hours I'm going to watch Alice in Wonderland :O I know, it's really late, and I have swimming tomorrow. Sigh, sigh. I'm such a busy girl D: From Monday to Sunday! It's just one year :\ SPM. I want to do well. Really I do. Not only for scholarship purposes but just to see how far I've learnt. Though I would probably forget what I've learnt in a few months D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I've been quite 'obsessed' with a choir group called Only Men Aloud! Well my friends know why in particular but I like their version of Angel. I mean it's like so cool when they belt out. You must have some powerful vocal to do that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end it here, Muse is going to Poland :\ GAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-4116472863564306473?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/4116472863564306473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=4116472863564306473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4116472863564306473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4116472863564306473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-name-is-forrest-gump.html' title='My name is Forrest Gump'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-1928215209520515871</id><published>2010-02-25T15:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:55:51.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team twilight'/><title type='text'>Hardwork, sweat and gore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just ate a bar of Kit to the Kat. Ate a small packet of chipsmore and my fridge is stuffed with chocolateee. Ngeeeeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Muse is headlining a couple of major festivals around the world. And you know what, Malaysia isn't in their plan!!!!!! HMPHHHH *heart breaks* Ok breatheeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost the end of February the second month of the year. And I'm so behind on homeworks. Teachers are giving homeworks like MAD and it's not like that they're the only one who gives! I wish the school system was like the American's, homework shall be given on paper and so you would just send in the paper instead of a whole ugly old fashion book. Where you have to copy the question and then answer! And I don't understand doing your own notes because I think student should do whatever way that is effective for them to study. For example, some people when they write a lot, they'll remember but when I write nothing ever goes to my head. I prefer to read and understand. Graphics, video are the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So it really is the students preference. I wish they would improve the education system so student will actually gain knowledge that they'll remember for life. I really hope so because seriously right now what I'm learning, I'll probably would forget it once I'm out of school :\ To understand is different than to know, you know? I don't know, I'm babbling. Hmm I'm getting far too serious an stressed this year. It's not good for my randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOOODLLESS POODLESS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/wToPWXudMt*gXks*5Xz6WbGW0aoIRDW5nwjvgkn9T6TYkcjMecKd8ca9IqlpzxxL7*r7MkNJ3lQX27L*z00JBhGG63shuCI0/twilight_obsessed_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://api.ning.com/files/wToPWXudMt*gXks*5Xz6WbGW0aoIRDW5nwjvgkn9T6TYkcjMecKd8ca9IqlpzxxL7*r7MkNJ3lQX27L*z00JBhGG63shuCI0/twilight_obsessed_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to be into Twilight because it was the 'hype' but now it's just going so overboard. Twilight Moms, ..... they're scarier than goblins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-1928215209520515871?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/1928215209520515871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=1928215209520515871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1928215209520515871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1928215209520515871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/02/hardwork-sweat-and-gore.html' title='Hardwork, sweat and gore'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-8238522795963904534</id><published>2010-02-15T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:11:52.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prague'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolores o&apos;riordan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary day'/><title type='text'>Cause you know that baby I</title><content type='html'>am Bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lxc3O4mQV74&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lxc3O4mQV74&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This video was filmed in Prague and it's probably one of the reasons why I am interested in Europe. It's really hauntingly beautiful, the streets, the trees. I know it looks gloomy, but I just love that aura. I really hope I'll reach there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-8238522795963904534?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/8238522795963904534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=8238522795963904534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8238522795963904534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8238522795963904534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/02/cause-you-know-that-baby-i.html' title='Cause you know that baby I'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-3110226786089209621</id><published>2010-02-08T18:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:37:44.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siberian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macaque'/><title type='text'>Makak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ee.umanitoba.ca/~cshafai/home_page/Home_files/Japanese_Macaque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 586px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.ee.umanitoba.ca/~cshafai/home_page/Home_files/Japanese_Macaque.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I feel Animal Planet-ish, I'm posting a picture of the Japanese Makak. It looks like a tiny human in a snow suit :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh I might as well share my favourite animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mlpz.co.cc/siberian%20tiger-white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 606px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.mlpz.co.cc/siberian%20tiger-white.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Siberian White Tiger :D Yes Yes Yes. And this year is the year of the tiger, how nice. I love them, I just love big cats, roar :B Omg I just want to cuddle it! But if I did, I'll probably end up half-eaten.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Note I misspelt macaque D: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-3110226786089209621?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/3110226786089209621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=3110226786089209621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3110226786089209621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3110226786089209621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/02/makak.html' title='Makak!'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-6123784377579210333</id><published>2010-02-08T18:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:14:03.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giraffe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star nosed mole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disgusting'/><title type='text'>What is that :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://poegeyed.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/animal-picture-giraffe-ucumari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 415px; HEIGHT: 460px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://poegeyed.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/animal-picture-giraffe-ucumari.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a Giraffe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Why a giraffe you might ask? Well I don't know. But... I'm watching Animal Planet and I have always been 'intrigued' by giraffes. I just don't know :\ They're a bit weird look in my opinion. They're like giant alien beings. Maybe I feel that way because of those two antler-like thingy on top of they're head. Not to mention being unearthly huge. I have seen a couple of giraffe in my lifetime and I didn't like they're long tongue. They're just huge and scary and I don't like elephants too. Maybe I just don't like animals? Nooo. I just get timid by huge animals. Surprisingly, I think the giraffe is weirder than camel. But not as weird as the star nosed mole.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.sharenator.com/star_nosed_mole-s1360x673-2274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 429px; HEIGHT: 457px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://files.sharenator.com/star_nosed_mole-s1360x673-2274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had to space a lot because I didn't want to look at it. *shivers* No offense mole but I really think you're appearance is disgusting. Hate that picture, so I have to share it. SO back to the giraffe, they fight using their neck O_O yeap. I can't erase the darn picture of that bloody mole. So I have to end my post here. So now you know I find giraffe weird and my new found cringe worthy picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Note: I overcomed my fear of the picture by just staring at it, I still hesitate to look at it. But I have no problem with it (not much) though it will never end up in my favourite animal list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-6123784377579210333?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/6123784377579210333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=6123784377579210333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/6123784377579210333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/6123784377579210333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-that-o.html' title='What is that :O'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-3676521431237336452</id><published>2010-01-29T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:47:45.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mainstream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screamo'/><title type='text'>When it rains and rains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mika is just awesome, more than this, baby I hate days like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Fe-fe-friday :D Tomorrow's Thaipusam so no extra co-curiculum! YESHH But damn it, there's Chem tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realise, I hate it when people like a certain band because it's the "it" band. I know, I know, I bet you hate those too. But what I'm trying to say is why can't you just like what you like without being judge. There are some that I do wonder why people could like them, eg: Jobros, Justin Bieber. Not judging. I remembered when all my friends were into screamos and some are still are because well it was the trend to be into those. But if they truly like it, well then good on you, but if they're into them because it's cool, I think it's just like forcing yourself to eat something you detest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did try out to different genres, trying to see what my friends see in those bands. But it was a failure; in the end I still listened to the same song I liked a long time ago. Call me boring, out of date, but at least I'm enjoying the songs I'm listening to instead of hearing some random underground bands. Being comfortable with what you like is very important, if you let others rule your interest then when in the world are you going know what you truly like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to fit in with the crowd, but seriously it just wasn't me. So I like mainstream pop, alternative rock, and I like to sing RnB tunes for fun but it's not in my playlist. It took me quite sometime to figure out what I really like and what I don't, and if you don't agree with my music then you shouldn't be reading my blog. Kidding, all opinions are accepted. And what song is playing in my earphones right now? Kris Allen - Before We Come Undone, I really like the starting of the chorus :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-3676521431237336452?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/3676521431237336452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=3676521431237336452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3676521431237336452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3676521431237336452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-it-rains-and-rains.html' title='When it rains and rains'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-5201918114837117213</id><published>2010-01-27T16:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:07:50.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='undergraduate course'/><title type='text'>Oh Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just updating me bloggeh. Since I have the mood to type. Oh I miss the keyboard &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok onto more serious matter O_O yeah right. So January's ending. HAZAH. I'm not that stressed out anymore because I've settled in but nonetheless still stressed. I'm just so tired :'[ I have to do a performance during recess, I didn't want to. But the teacher is pestering me! So I finally just said yes :( Hmm what else is there in my boring life? Everytime a car pass by with the plate WMG I'll automatically think of W=mg :D nerdy right? And I find myself inserting stuff that I just learn into my family conversation during eating time. My mum would just nod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't wait for this to be over :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Errr no I ran out of things to say.... *thinks thinks* I still haven't decided on what course I should take. HMPH, so many to choose yet so many rejected. I really don't know what's my calling. I mean everybody has their calling. And I should have one! Dang it I want a bloody calling. All I know is I'm going to something in the art's field, social science? Well you know me, I like to communicate with people. How dare my piano teacher thinks I'm not sociable, I AM! Haha :D I wanted to become a music journalist, I mean I like music and I like writing. What a match right? But here's the downside in that field, THE PAY. I mean I don't need a lot of money but I'm just scared if I don't get a job because most journalist are free-lance. What if I didn't get anything published, no money, no home, the horror. So that's the problem. I want a stable career yet I know all the stable careers does not interest me, eg: accounting ( I hate numbers &gt;:[ ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I'm still browsing courses, and if you have any idea what I should be, please do tell me. I'll listen. I promise :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-5201918114837117213?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/5201918114837117213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=5201918114837117213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/5201918114837117213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/5201918114837117213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-hello.html' title='Oh Hello'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-827342391182266384</id><published>2010-01-15T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:26:59.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overseas'/><title type='text'>I don't care I just have to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I shouldn't have waste my time on the internet but I just need to unwind. Thinking of the homeworks makes my head go loopy. I'm so scared if I go crazy. I use to laugh at how people can go mental when SPM year because I thought that's not possible. How bad is one exam? But now I know why. And seriously you could easily go cuckoo if you're not careful. Tuitions, tuitions, tuitions. I hate my life now. I know you're suppose to seek knowledge for your own good. But if I had it my way I'll learn certain stuff one by one but not all at once! But the reasons why I'm not doing that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1) In order to receive a scholarship you have to smart. And nowadays there's so many smart people and so that's why I chose science stream so that I could have more choices. But I think I'm not going to do anything science related but then again you never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2) I have no money to do what I want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmph, I don't care I just have to. I need to get out. Live life. And experience what the world has to offer. But I do have fear though about being there and having nobody to turn to. But I need to take a gamble and I promise myself that I will do whatever possible to get myself overseas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sigh, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-827342391182266384?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/827342391182266384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=827342391182266384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/827342391182266384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/827342391182266384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-care-i-just-have-to.html' title='I don&apos;t care I just have to.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-8500166753221418846</id><published>2010-01-08T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:19:13.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spm'/><title type='text'>First Week of Torture Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's Friday, I'm mentally and physically exhausted. I am depressed and stressed. I have no relax time to spare. Even if I did, it's not a lot. The TV has become a stranger. Internet became a luxury. And I have super eyebags because I haven't got much rest. I'm going to document the suffering so that I could read this again in 11 months time. My life sucks. But I have to, or else my future is ruined. Hardwork DOES pay off. I don't want to end up as a carreer-less loser. I don't have money to go to any universities my heart freaking desires. So the only way is (yes, I bet 98% are depending on the same thing) a scholarship :( WHICH IS SUPERDUPER HARD TO GET!ARGH!RAGE!ANGST! lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just don't want to regret not doing enough for SPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-8500166753221418846?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/8500166753221418846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=8500166753221418846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8500166753221418846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8500166753221418846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-week-of-torture-year.html' title='First Week of Torture Year.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-7771000484818433916</id><published>2010-01-03T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:28:02.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monsoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terengganu'/><title type='text'>Terengganu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In MONSOON SEASON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it rained. After 2 weeks of no rain in Terengganu. But it rained and the wind was breezy. Waves we're rough (ofc I didnt swim, you want me to die?). Ate ate ate. I ate 3types of keropok lekor from different stalls. Ate Satar. Nasi Dagang. Squid stuffed with pulut. Lempeng. Visit my relatives. Oh yeah. Had a longgggggggggggggggg car ride. I'm super tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I brought back an ugly shell back because it was the cleanest one on the beach. Might just throw it away. I'm so full. My mother bought a lot of satar and local bread. I learnt that sorok is laci. Cili is called lada. There's another word for taugeh but I can't spell. They don't say termenung, they say termengung. Step by step learning the trenganu slang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bluh bye :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-7771000484818433916?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/7771000484818433916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=7771000484818433916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/7771000484818433916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/7771000484818433916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2010/01/terengganu.html' title='Terengganu!'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-7637554203247944166</id><published>2009-12-31T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:41:38.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Oh the hatred.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just realise how much I hate anime, manga or whatever they are called. One is because they all look the bloody SAME. Big eyed cute character with high pitch voice. It's really annoying to see anime. If you like it, good for you and well this is, I stress, my opinion. And I hate it with a passion! Besides that, I don't think they're expression is cute .... ughh I just find them horrible. My brother is a big fan of anime and I have to suffer while he sits there and watch some japanese cartoon bounce basketball or do something. Why am I suddenly attacking my anime? Well Im searching through deviantart and it's like full of anime. I just want nice decent picture to look at instead a whole wave of manga. Sigh. Art is art. Who's to judge it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picture-book.com/files/userimages/735u/manga-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 550px; HEIGHT: 662px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://picture-book.com/files/userimages/735u/manga-girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Oh look at me I'm an innocent (actually I'm a slutty whore who barely wears clothing) doe-eyed (which is way to big for my head yet people find it adorable) girl."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-7637554203247944166?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/7637554203247944166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=7637554203247944166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/7637554203247944166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/7637554203247944166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-hatred.html' title='Oh the hatred.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-7766563858052396272</id><published>2009-12-31T18:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T19:00:32.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cirque du freak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darren shan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampire&apos;s assistant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Darren Shannnnnn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/cirque-du-freak-poster-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 526px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/cirque-du-freak-poster-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Many people don't know this but I do read Darren Shan D: I don't care it's for kids, I just like it. Especially Cirque du Freak &lt;3 (the first book). It's really AWESOME! Well try to read it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so today Alliya and I went to One Utama to watch Cirque du Freak: The Vampire's Assistant :O The queue for the tickets was really really long. But none of the movies were selling fast or sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is my point of view when I saw the trailer. Darren, instead of being a nice good boy, turns out to look like a jerk. Mr. Crepsley, the vamp, who I imagine to be quite handsome turned out to look like some drunken old clown. Instead of being British, they're American. There's more but nevermind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it begins, the starting was quite similar to the book, and it looks like Darren was a nice good boy. Somewhere along the line when he joins the Cirque the plotline changed, quite a bit really. So it was quite confusing, people who do read the book my advice is just try to not link it with the book. It was actually funny :D. "College, Work, Kids". Haha. And Gavner Purl is very cool. Some of the parts were actually gruesome(There's so many parts where I cringed). No wonder it's PG 13 :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bad at movie reviewing because I don't watch a lot of movies :\ But just go for the sake of watching Darren Shan! Oh Alliya said that the actor who potrayed Darren talks and acts like Ashton Kutcher, and I agree :O He does reminds of Ashton, his face expression and the VOICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So JYEAH, watched Darren Shan on the day it premiered in Malaysia :D What a way to end the year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year guys, girls, peeps, amigos. I'll probably blog more, because I am in my blog mode! I hope next year will be awesome :S One more year :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagemist 2009! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-7766563858052396272?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/7766563858052396272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=7766563858052396272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/7766563858052396272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/7766563858052396272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/12/darren-shannnnnn.html' title='Darren Shannnnnn'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-4760635910241337258</id><published>2009-12-30T18:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:41:33.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coldplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a rush of blood to the head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='undisclosed desires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in technicolor'/><title type='text'>Is this really happening?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm actually typing a post :O Amazing , isn't it? :) Well, I felt I had to because last night before I went to sleep, I was listening to some music. And it just really struck me that I find some songs really BEAUTIFUL, not in a sense of works of Beethoven or Mozart. I mean just plain darn beautiful of course you may beg to differ. But this is my blog, so I'll write whatever I feel like. Don't like it, don't read it :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was 4 a.m I guess, I just decided to listen to music before I go to sleep. And of course I listened to Muse, big shocker :O So instead of listening from one album to another I just listened to Undisclosed Desires. And there's just something about it, that I'll never get tired of listening to it. I know it's pop-ish and mainstream. But there's something there that is still typical Muse-geekish vibe. I mean who writes lyrics like "I want to exorcist the demons from your past" and gets away with it. Only Muse can. And the chorus is just awesome. If you listen closely to each chorus there's added element to each of them. The strings on it are beautiful, not complicated, just simple pizzacato and yet it made the sound 100 X better. I guess it's really a romantic song, with not so typical I love you forever, you are my sun, you are my air, sort of poetry. Of course it's romantic, it's about Matt and his girlfriend! :D Well if you really think it's still not Muse. Just go watch the Music Video. It's like I Belong to You but much sexier. Though, I really admire Matt's vocal in I Belong to You. Well to sum it up, I just really love the strings in Undisclosed Desires. I find it rather well, BEAUTIFUL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, besides that I listened to Butterflies and Hurricanes, yes it used to be my MSN name and currently my tumblr header. I like the name it's so interesting or maybe I just like Butterflies but it's so childish to just put butterflies :\ Usually some songs have kickass names but the song is just blah. But fear not Butterflies and Hurricanes has a song to match the name. The origins of the title is from the Butterfly Effect metaphor. I shall not go further. What's so special about this song. It's just so motivational. "Best, you've got to be the best!" screams Bellamy. Pay attention to the lyrics. Of course you're not Barack Obama but a little goes a lonnnnggg way. I think the song's trying to tell us to be the best that we can be and use our really precious time. I should really listen to my own advice sometimes, hmph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Moving on, I did a post about my interpretation of A Rush of A Blood to the Head. Well this is another example of a beautiful song. Lyrics wise, and the simplicity of the song. My heart aches everytime Chris Martin sang "Honey,". The desperation in his voice is truly gut wrenching. It's like I'm watching some soap opera, very dramatic. But it's really a sad song. And early Coldplay had a knack for making the most heartbreaking songs. And again, look at the awesome song title. I'll stop here because I did a full post about this song, so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other Coldplay songs I find pretty :) is Life in Technicolor ii. There's sitar! Come on who doesn't like sitar in a western song. Well besides that, I just really like the melody in it. You know the feeling when you listen to a Mika song (applies to only Mika listeners), the warm happy joy feeling you get in your tummy. Well I found that in Life in Technicolor ii. I love when it gets to the chorus, the melody just keeps getting better. "Gravity release me, don't ever hold me down" , so inspirational :') It gives the feeling of hope and optimism. Oh I like the ending of violet hill, where it was only Chris Martin singing and the piano part. The final verse. You know?! Yeah, I really like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well yeah it's only Coldplay and Muse, probably because I've listen to all of their songs. I'm sure there's other songs I find beautiful but you know how good I am of recalling stuff (sarcasm ok).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The moral of the post is, try to sleep early and not until 4 a.m. Or else you'll just start to have random ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/photos/2007/08/butterfly_yellow-flowers_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 520px; HEIGHT: 455px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/photos/2007/08/butterfly_yellow-flowers_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There you go, I blogged nonesense. HOORAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-4760635910241337258?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/4760635910241337258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=4760635910241337258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4760635910241337258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/4760635910241337258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-this-really-happening.html' title='Is this really happening?'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-77314727553645211</id><published>2009-12-04T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:17:21.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants *don't bother to read*</title><content type='html'>I'm bored, I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is going somewhere this holidays. I'm not. I've been here for like ages. And the furthest I've been from the house is Pavillion. And you know what. I'm just so freaking bored. I don't know what to do. My dad ask me to study. Well hello I'm trying to but I'm just to freaking bored cause somebody doesn't know the meaning of boredem. Seriously if I had an activity, I don't mind cause well then at least my brain won't turn into mush and I'll probably be motivated to study since my brain is active again. Now its just going like a bzzzz sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-77314727553645211?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/77314727553645211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=77314727553645211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/77314727553645211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/77314727553645211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/12/rants-dont-bother-to-read.html' title='Rants *don&apos;t bother to read*'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-3119943911140046886</id><published>2009-11-27T18:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:39:27.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot n cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chase the light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy back'/><title type='text'>COVERS</title><content type='html'>I'm just posting here so I could remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4HynPFWQz-U&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4HynPFWQz-U&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gqU8WpGAOFc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gqU8WpGAOFc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wouldn't let it be embedded but anyway its a sexy back cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YsMvzgeSuI&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YsMvzgeSuI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok it's not a cover, but it's seriously sad :( Especially when you watched the movie. I just had to post it because I watched Moulin Rouge again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-3119943911140046886?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/3119943911140046886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=3119943911140046886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3119943911140046886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3119943911140046886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/11/covers.html' title='COVERS'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-8665013119151989826</id><published>2009-11-26T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T18:15:23.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one night only'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you and me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george craig'/><title type='text'>You And Me, Quality ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZDOzI09LSUY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZDOzI09LSUY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love george eventhough he's wearing like a man-tank. But still he's so hot and so *sigh* good looking, and I love it when his hair is that short. Usually it looks like a bush but in the video it's awesome :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-8665013119151989826?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/8665013119151989826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=8665013119151989826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8665013119151989826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8665013119151989826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-and-me-quality.html' title='You And Me, Quality ;)'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-7169118073884452945</id><published>2009-11-25T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:29:32.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA I can't believe we actually did that..</title><content type='html'>Guessed what me, sharanya and alliya did today? Well we went to Ampang to visit QM. Our parents were like AMPANG?! Why Ampang? QM's at her grandma's and we missed her terribly :) So we decided to visit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only ride to KTM was my mum which meant we had to wake up early and get ready by 8 a.m. So my mum dropped us at the station at sek. 19 which is less scarier than Batu Tiga. And whooptidoo the train was delayed until 9.35. And we were stuck there just blabbing our hearts out at 8.40 a.m waiting. The train came at 9.40 and it was packed. The ride felt loooonngggg and it was very very very uncomfortable. So we stopped at KL sentral and switched. That ride was more pleasant. Then when we reached Masjid Jamek we went to the Ampang line. And LRT is so much better and faster than that stupid KTM. Oh when we were going to Masjid Jamek we were so down that we even consider to just go KLCC and chill there but for QM we shall fight on. Then took a cab to QM's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we did was just collapsed at her bed. QM said we look like we're dead. We felt like it too. So spent an hour there I guess? Then we went to McD for some lunchies. QM's place and McD is far. And we had to walk on the freaking main road. I bet the passerby think we're bunch psycho girls who never knew that you can ask McD to send to your house. But again we just love to challenge ourselves. So we walked for what it seems a never ending walk until we reached McD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our time eating since we had a lot of time until QM's grandma pick us up. So we ate very slowly and ordered desserts. While we were in McD a stupid incident occured. I blame Sharanya for her luck but yet I was thankful :D A 'whoa' guy entered and so me and sharanya instantly stared like wide eyed I think, must be. Because then &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; 'whoa' guy which we shall call dude was staring, he was at the counter waiting to order. So heres roughly how me and Sharanya were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharanya:Where did he come from?&lt;br /&gt;*looks at dude caught him staring at the tv above our head*&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's wrong with him? Is he staring?&lt;br /&gt;Sharanya: OMG Lina, what's wrong with him. He's smiling*starts to panic*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *fidgeting and panicking because Sharanya's panicking and look at the dude*&lt;br /&gt;Dude was staring at tv and he's mouth was like trying to hold a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, lahhh he's watching the tv.&lt;br /&gt;Sharanya: *can't remember but I kept telling he's staring at tv because everytime i look he stared there but he's face was seriously like holding a laugh and I was still not convince he was smiling*&lt;br /&gt;But the more I look up I caught him staring and when he saw I was looking he stared back at the tv. After then he finally smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So turns out he was grinning at Sharanya but when I look up he quickly change his facial expression. Bottomline, he was having fun playing games with us. Lol I know useless info but hee he was 'whoa' you know. I had full grin after the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Pavillion to buy New Moon tix for this Sat. But they won't let us. SO yeah. Then QM's grandma offered to drop us at KLCC so it would be easier for us to go back. We walk around and drank then went to the station. The ride back was better. Then our final stop was in Sbg so we went inside Sbg Parade and went straight to MPH. Alliya bought a book. I bought three Darren Shan :D had too. I wanted to buy Eldest but QM has it so I bought Darren Shan but I had only 34 ringgit and one Darren Shan was 26.90 so Sharanya lend 50 ringgit to me since she's not buying. She said that one of the Darren Shan book was her present for me so I only had to pay her back for one book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-7169118073884452945?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/7169118073884452945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=7169118073884452945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/7169118073884452945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/7169118073884452945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/11/haha-i-cant-believe-we-actually-did.html' title='HAHA I can&apos;t believe we actually did that..'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-9115438388741407848</id><published>2009-11-18T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:16:38.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the swell season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='once'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling slowly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acoustic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='once soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glen hansard'/><title type='text'>We Are Roryious.</title><content type='html'>My none existing blog people, me and my friends made a video cover of the song Falling Slowly. Though I suck but it's just for fun. So watch it :) And comment, rate it, wtv it. I appreciate your support :D I really do. You guys rock the socks off of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQ4m0u960hY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQ4m0u960hY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why roryious? Because I don't know. We like Rory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-9115438388741407848?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/9115438388741407848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=9115438388741407848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/9115438388741407848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/9115438388741407848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-are-roryious.html' title='We Are Roryious.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-1378449717612295861</id><published>2009-11-17T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:24:41.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band of skulls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtrack'/><title type='text'>Band Of Skulls GRRR</title><content type='html'>"I need love&lt;br /&gt;Cause only love is true&lt;br /&gt;I need every wakin' hour with you&lt;br /&gt;And my friends cause they're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my friends they are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;They're my friends"&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/5036552289134245079-1378449717612295861?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/1378449717612295861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=1378449717612295861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1378449717612295861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1378449717612295861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/11/band-of-skulls-grrr.html' title='Band Of Skulls GRRR'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-1878167048350761496</id><published>2009-11-11T12:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:22:58.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rick astley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rick roll'/><title type='text'>Is it me or Rick Astley dangerous?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/SvpJVQYhVFI/AAAAAAAAAWs/DlehkO4vU6A/s1600-h/Rickrolled.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402711332508226642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/SvpJVQYhVFI/AAAAAAAAAWs/DlehkO4vU6A/s320/Rickrolled.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the newspaper today and there's an iPhone virus which downloads Rick Astley photos onto your phone. Which I think is hilarious and taking Rick Rolling to a new level. Of course the creator is trying to warn people who are not really concern on the dangers of the web. But it got me thinking why Rick Astley? HMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I still don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well with that, I'll end my post with Rick Astley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yu_moia-oVI "&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yu_moia-oVI &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come on click it, you know you want too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-1878167048350761496?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/1878167048350761496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=1878167048350761496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1878167048350761496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/1878167048350761496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-it-me-or-rick-astley-dangerous.html' title='Is it me or Rick Astley dangerous?'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/SvpJVQYhVFI/AAAAAAAAAWs/DlehkO4vU6A/s72-c/Rickrolled.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-535953505939947574</id><published>2009-11-10T20:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:16:56.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='click five'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josh groban'/><title type='text'>Gone Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I Love you bloggeh. Because I can write whatever the hell I am thinking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Life is unfair to me especially. Why the hell is MUSE coming to Singapore and not Malaysia? WHY WHY WHY. My heart aches and cracks everytime I keep saying that. I wonder if my dad will let. I really love MUSE. I truly do :'( gosh I'm tearing up. Sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh I like Band of Skulls - Friends one of the soundtracks for New Moon. HAHA what a killer name. Sounds so Metal rock. What's your favourite band? Band of Skulls! GRRR *eyes bulge out* I Belong to You (New Moon Remix) is so-so. The piano and bass part is totally drown out by the guitar. The original is far better, not saying it's a horrible version. It's just far more heart felt and romantic with the piano and bass line. And Matt's voice is so oo-er. Gosh imagine him live, how sexy is that. Tre sexy (though Matt's embarass with that song).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I think it is sweet to write a song about a person :O HAHA my friends would be shaking their head and say typical of me. But I truly do :D You don't need to have flowery words to describe it like a poem, even the simplest sentence could be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course theres so many types of Love Songs. The infamous Rock ballads (I don't mind I guess since my mum is a fan), pop and yada yada. I don't know what's my favourite style, but I guess it depends with the genres you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for example a simple song that's really sweet I Quit, I Quit, I Quit by The Click Five. WHAT? You might say. Well I like it. And I'm probably bias :D but it's my blog! Kyle's voice*melts* I don't know why I'm obsessing with vocals now. It's such a cool song. You could just bop your head by even just thinking about it. I wonder when their album is coming out? :\ But that's a song when you've done wrong to your gf and you're desperately begging her to give you another chance. I know a lot of guys can relate to that song :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh, there's also Emo ones, when I say emo it does not refer to the wrist slitting, poetry writing, dark haired clan. They're just so sad and seriously can depress your mood instantly. I think if you just got dump, you should stay away from this, the only thing it'll do is just makes it worst. You'll just sob away for weeks. And reciting the lyrics whilst tears streaming down your face. Not a prettayh sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead go for the uplifting and motivational ones. With those big harmonies. It does work. Proven by Sharanya Visualingam, my dear friend who gave me the link to Josh Groban's You Are Love :') Thank you dear amigo. It cheered my mood instantly. I should just put that song in replay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling so down lately, sigh. But it's ok, I'm listening to the sweetest songs and awesome voice to accompany that I'll get a toothache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew my belle,&lt;br /&gt;Sont des mots qui vont tres bien ensemble~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/SvlmJUD808I/AAAAAAAAAWk/pVqyYZMv3pA/s1600-h/smile-of-a-meerkat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402461538197754818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/SvlmJUD808I/AAAAAAAAAWk/pVqyYZMv3pA/s320/smile-of-a-meerkat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-535953505939947574?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/535953505939947574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=535953505939947574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/535953505939947574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/535953505939947574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/11/gone-lazy.html' title='Gone Lazy'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/SvlmJUD808I/AAAAAAAAAWk/pVqyYZMv3pA/s72-c/smile-of-a-meerkat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-2735408540552487061</id><published>2009-11-09T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:08:19.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the holiday begin!</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for school to end! Oh yes oh yes oh yes. One month of nothing but just to sit around and grow fat :O Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy and my eyelids feel so heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear blog, when will I write a proper post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in a million years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-2735408540552487061?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/2735408540552487061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=2735408540552487061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/2735408540552487061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/2735408540552487061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-holiday-begin.html' title='Let the holiday begin!'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-3496563424914665950</id><published>2009-11-05T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:46:08.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like that girls?</title><content type='html'>What's up with the title? Well Tyson said that so &lt;em&gt;gedikly &lt;/em&gt;yet so HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH* How long have I been out? Well long, too long, I can't even remember how to blog. My finals aren't over YET. But tomorrows Modern Maths pssh HAHA. Probably gonna fail it too. Okay let me get this exams stuff over with. I had chemistry with Chemistry. The only subject I left like blanks was Add Maths, I think half way through I gave up. School Smool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has been on my mind lately, well definately MUSE. They have a new video Undisclosed Desires, it just makes you think WTH. But then again they are MUSE! Eccentric and sometimes just plain bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a stack of books to read. I'm planning to read The Da Vinci Code and Eragon, since QM says its nice. Eragon is such a nice book, I mean the spine of the book. It opens easily without leaving a mark :O It's like, almost heaven. And it's light too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QM got free tix to see Time Traveller's Wife so we're planning to watch it A.S.A.P. And she has the book too, but Alliya wants it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined swimming class!! I CAN FLOAT!! But it was scary, and after what Sharanya told me what happen to her when we missed the second class I have nightmares til the next class. Which is in two weeks :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat likes to eat papers, and he's currently hugging sheets of paper while sleeping. He also likes to crawl inside a box and start attacking the corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the hols!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-3496563424914665950?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/3496563424914665950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=3496563424914665950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3496563424914665950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3496563424914665950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-like-that-girls.html' title='Do you like that girls?'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-45413711324116724</id><published>2009-10-12T14:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:12:21.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paintball'/><title type='text'>Paintball, anyone?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I yes I went to PAINTBALL with Jason and the rest. I was pretty doubtful and me, Sharanya and Alliya almost backed out seeing as to many people did backed out. But since we're not that sane we decided to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't give a good first impression, because it was a freaking rubber tree estate. And it was damn scary. Then suddenly Nedree said we're playing with these older guys who looks like the Chinese Mafia (no offense, they looked scary with their tattoos). So we got our gear and I didn't know the marker(I prefer to call it a gun) was heavy and I was thinking we're going to run with this metal thing? Then they brieved us about safety and I was becoming more and more petrified. Oh I was so freaking hot since I was wearing a t shirt and hoodie and vest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first game, well was the hill going up full of rubber trees. And again, the marker was so heavy man. We split into groups of two I think. The first went inside, and guess what Jason left us alone man. But we had Nedree. I bet they were bum to be stuck with 3 useless girls. But we were useless for the first game. Practically shot nothing. But our group WON lol. I guess thanks to Nedree and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were pretty exhausted after the first game and learned that we'll playing another in a few minutes. Sigh Sigh Sigh man. We walked to the next one which was at the lake. Playing the Tanamera tournament style? I don't know I was to tired to notice. But that was my favourite match because I actually did something to shoot at. That was the first time I got shot on the leg and neck but that was like indirect hit. But my friends got shot so I headed back too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third was Killhouse. People started to shoot each other from across. I got shot in the face. So I was out. But it was scary trying to cross. I just held out my hand and screamed "I'm out". And balls were flying everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth was they hid Nedree, Mikhail and these two other guys and we had to find them. I got shot a lot (explains the bruises). I actually screamed when balls were flying towards me. And me being naive hid behind a very skinny tree until this guy said stop to the one who shot me and I retreated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth was speedball. I hate it. It was a small area and people are shooting like mad. I just wanted to finish my pellets so I just shoot. And then went out. Then this topless guy went inside and got hit. His bruise immediately showed after he got hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/StLTUaTd18I/AAAAAAAAAWc/CXH3YVSK5dA/s1600-h/IMGP2727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391604051527718850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/StLTUaTd18I/AAAAAAAAAWc/CXH3YVSK5dA/s320/IMGP2727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/StLTT5SxpWI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BODiiSpFSgA/s1600-h/IMGP2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391604042666452322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/StLTT5SxpWI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BODiiSpFSgA/s320/IMGP2750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's moi the right one :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/StLTTg8T1OI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Ilfiq_bWiCc/s1600-h/IMGP2709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391604036129772770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/StLTTg8T1OI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Ilfiq_bWiCc/s320/IMGP2709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/StLTTETwQCI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Ux_F1vPaCsU/s1600-h/IMGP2690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391604028443476002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/StLTTETwQCI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Ux_F1vPaCsU/s320/IMGP2690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/StLTSzKW7NI/AAAAAAAAAV8/wUKVVNlr6L0/s1600-h/IMGP2685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391604023840664786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/StLTSzKW7NI/AAAAAAAAAV8/wUKVVNlr6L0/s320/IMGP2685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW I survived paintball. Not one but five games. And it's a fun sport so you should really try it ofcourse But make sure you're nice and cushioned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still nursing my aches and bruise, bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: only 5 girls went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-45413711324116724?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/45413711324116724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=45413711324116724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/45413711324116724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/45413711324116724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/10/paintball-anyone.html' title='Paintball, anyone?'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/StLTUaTd18I/AAAAAAAAAWc/CXH3YVSK5dA/s72-c/IMGP2727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-8281937684110285932</id><published>2009-10-10T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:34:25.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='500 days of Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>500 days of Summer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dbcpr.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/50days-of-summer-posters_opt-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.dbcpr.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/50days-of-summer-posters_opt-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like really much. Maybe it could be a fav ? :O I don't know. All I know is that I enjoyed it truly. Like the narrator said upfront it is not a love story. I agree with one the star reviewer saying, instead of watching The Ugly Truth or The Proposal, you should watch this. It is a realistic movie which I think all of us can relate. Boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl but girl doesn't. Yes it is depressing, but hello, we don't live in a fairytale land this does happen and it's REAL. And its funny too, but DAMN the censorship. It's annoying. I might buy the DVD just to watch and fully enjoy it. And yes I do like unhappy endings from time to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my opinion on the movie. Feel free to think otherwise. Oh yeah, go watch it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-8281937684110285932?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/8281937684110285932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=8281937684110285932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8281937684110285932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8281937684110285932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/10/500-days-of-summer.html' title='500 days of Summer.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-3010987434190162369</id><published>2009-10-05T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:31:02.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/SsnKzUhMZhI/AAAAAAAAAUw/KDGLqSpuoWQ/s1600-h/shit+was+so+cash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389061412155581970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/SsnKzUhMZhI/AAAAAAAAAUw/KDGLqSpuoWQ/s320/shit+was+so+cash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm, Dommy Nom Nom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet as teh bon bons &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ladies love me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the men wanna *cough* me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-3010987434190162369?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/3010987434190162369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=3010987434190162369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3010987434190162369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3010987434190162369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/10/lol.html' title='Lol'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/SsnKzUhMZhI/AAAAAAAAAUw/KDGLqSpuoWQ/s72-c/shit+was+so+cash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-9105284306133539324</id><published>2009-09-23T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:11:42.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>This is why I hate being a devotee fan. Muse is in New Moon. I belong to you (my fav track) is going to be rerecord and use in New Moon. I feel sad. The Veronicas covered Uprising, and some of the comments think muse is shite. I do respect their opinion but I like Muse. It's hard to hear all this stuff. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. But I have solution for all of this stuff. I shall just stop caring those idiots opinion and listen to Muse without any influence of outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, Twilight, stupid, argh, grr, I don't mind the book, but seriously it's a sucky movie. I hope Edward dies. I know he didn't. They all live happily ever after. Ladidaa. Stupid Edward &amp;amp; Bella. Stephenie Meyer who copied Sookie Stackhouse, and god I'm so over VAMPS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-9105284306133539324?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/9105284306133539324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=9105284306133539324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/9105284306133539324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/9105284306133539324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-2579785255191510087</id><published>2009-09-15T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:17:54.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost forgot!</title><content type='html'>Probably because I just want to keep my spirits high I will say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SELAMAT BERPUASA &amp;amp; SELAMAT HARI RAYA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know, it's still a long way to go. But! I can feel it, it's close (duh) so yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-2579785255191510087?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/2579785255191510087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=2579785255191510087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/2579785255191510087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/2579785255191510087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-almost-forgot.html' title='I almost forgot!'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-3141263202248566610</id><published>2009-09-15T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:12:34.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eid'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/Sq9MUvoKrdI/AAAAAAAAAUo/puWxb1plurA/s1600-h/muse02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381603998997065170" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/Sq9MUvoKrdI/AAAAAAAAAUo/puWxb1plurA/s320/muse02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't wait for Hari Raya because:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No school!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No school!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can EAT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I mention NO SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a lazy blogger, I just do not have any muse (no pun intended) to write a full hardcore post. I miss blogging about the weird wonders of the world. But my thoughts is just too normal I guess. Nothing seem exciting anymore. At least I'm getting a week holiday. Maybe my brain has been working over-time. It needs rest!&lt;br /&gt;What else, hmm. I'm in a muse mania mode, so probably everything I say would relate to Muse. It isn't my fault that I just happen to Luurrrve them.&lt;br /&gt;It's a jungle out there, so be safe my non-existing readers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-3141263202248566610?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/3141263202248566610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=3141263202248566610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3141263202248566610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/3141263202248566610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-wait-for-hari-raya-because-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/Sq9MUvoKrdI/AAAAAAAAAUo/puWxb1plurA/s72-c/muse02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-6193948182918223256</id><published>2009-09-12T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:27:58.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the resistance'/><title type='text'>I couldn't resist :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/Sqp5l5ozucI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Xx-vx_EvS8U/s1600-h/The+Resistance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380246396881582530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/Sqp5l5ozucI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Xx-vx_EvS8U/s320/The+Resistance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to share my opinion of Muse's latest album due to release September 14th and I just had to listen to it ( I tried so hard to resist but no one was like supporting me). You can listen via legal streaming ofc! :P But wooh man starting was Uprising, very pop-ish (argh soon to be used in New Moon I can feel it :() But then Resistance kicked in and it actually was nice! The 30 second preview didn't do justice. And if I have to list my favourite it would probably be &lt;em&gt;mostly &lt;/em&gt;all. But none that I feel so-so about. I genuinely like all, some more than others but still! And Exogenesis, the three part symphony :'( beautiful. It wasn't space rock solo dark disco to me well maybe the space rock that I expected. It's just a lovely composition. And I think Matt is ultra sexy in I Belong to You, it's sweet, in a way. Muse way? MK Ultra is tre cool, and so is Unnatural Selection. It's such a good album! Can't wait to get my hands on it :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-6193948182918223256?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/6193948182918223256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=6193948182918223256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/6193948182918223256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/6193948182918223256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-couldnt-resist.html' title='I couldn&apos;t resist :|'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/Sqp5l5ozucI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Xx-vx_EvS8U/s72-c/The+Resistance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-9001695271084616975</id><published>2009-09-11T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:32:39.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matthew bellamy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dom howard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the resistance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris wolstenholme'/><title type='text'>Do you know..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/SqpetgNysvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/PtsCg5HHG8A/s1600-h/muse09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380216840682386162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/SqpetgNysvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/PtsCg5HHG8A/s320/muse09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;how much I adore their music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by far the hottest picture of Matt)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-9001695271084616975?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/9001695271084616975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=9001695271084616975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/9001695271084616975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/9001695271084616975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-know.html' title='Do you know..'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/SqpetgNysvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/PtsCg5HHG8A/s72-c/muse09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-9149000822100777406</id><published>2009-09-09T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:22:03.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coldplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a rush of blood to the head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interpret'/><title type='text'>Blame it upon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ijs365.com/ENGLISH/originals_images/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://www.ijs365.com/ENGLISH/originals_images/fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Rush of Blood to the Head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know this album was release years ago but I fell in love with the title track. And I'm so glad Sharanya lend me Viva La Vida and Prospekts. It made me listen to all of their previous works. And one particular song was just so hauntingly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never really "studied" lyrics but for some reason I decided to try and interpret the lyrics. Well a lot of people say he's burning the house down because of all the horrible things that had took part in that place. Some say he thinks the place is the problem in the relationship so he's burning it down to make things right. Other say it's a suicide pact because of "&lt;em&gt;stand here beside me baby in the crumbling walls..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think the guy is sick (not coughing, fever sick). More like mentally unhealthy? Always acting on impulse. The guy must be acting on impulse and he's having problems in his relationship because of that. So then he had another impulse to burn the place down on hope that it will save his relationship. OR maybe the girl was traumatized in that place&lt;em&gt;" Do back the things it did to you in return"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; so the guy is willing to do anything for her. By burning the place he thinks that that's what she wants"&lt;em&gt;.. fill your heart's desires"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; He is even willing to start a war if she tells him what to fight for. And all of this actions is because the rush of blood to the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get to the chorus, the girl starting to move on. And the guy is devastated. He's desperately telling her that he had changed and all his mistakes are forever gone. But people around the girl say to keep moving on and leave him, "&lt;em&gt;start as you mean to go on."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He burnt the place down. Some people laugh (maybe they lost their minds) and some cried because on the burning. But the girl just sit there and wondered why he did it. In his defence he reciting again he'll do whatever he will do for her and he blame his action on the rush of blood to the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The ending of the song is really sad, eventhough is predictable but still it's just so touching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So meet me by the bridge, meet me by the lane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When am I going to see that pretty face again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meet me on the road, meet me where I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blame it all upon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A rush of blood to the head &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The girl finally sum up all her courage to leave him. And the guy waits for her in places he said he will be, just dreaming of the day when he sees her face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs24/i/2008/016/b/e/under_the_bridge_by_e1sbaer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 454px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 536px" alt="" src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs24/i/2008/016/b/e/under_the_bridge_by_e1sbaer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just had to let it out, I don't know why. I'm just so into the song and I guess I made a little plotline for it. I'm catching on Sze Yan's chessyness but I don't care. Because of this song I'm willing to be cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh god this is what happen when you're on a blogging hiatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-9149000822100777406?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/9149000822100777406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=9149000822100777406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/9149000822100777406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/9149000822100777406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/09/blame-it-upon.html' title='Blame it upon'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-8805682205379364188</id><published>2009-08-21T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:45:05.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a hopeless blogger.</title><content type='html'>Oh golly joy of joyness, I"ll blog. I promise. But I have to study for my theory exam and I just can't blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-8805682205379364188?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/8805682205379364188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=8805682205379364188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8805682205379364188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/8805682205379364188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-hopeless-blogger.html' title='I am a hopeless blogger.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036552289134245079.post-6308655141451772382</id><published>2009-07-25T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:24:24.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='22'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lily allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids of 88'/><title type='text'>You are my C6H12O6, sweet sugar.</title><content type='html'>Why the hell am I blogging ? Well I have a good reason. One, because yesterday, sigh, was awesome. Can't really go into details, one I might just embarass myself so another reason for my blogging is I have this unbelievably awesome song that is just too amazing! Ok its not like fabulously epic but its awesome. They're from New Zealand, so this is probably the first ever song that I like from a Kiwi-a-go-go land :D So yes I shall sure my joy of this song. And it's like electronicky and I dont mind! Achievement! Well I've achieved before but anyhooser woooh. Here you go My house by Kids of 88.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/njapR5ZGXQs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/njapR5ZGXQs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I like Lily Allen's 22. And I have so many more songs that I want to share but! There's too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWjNFC-FinU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWjNFC-FinU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036552289134245079-6308655141451772382?l=nurlinashah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/feeds/6308655141451772382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036552289134245079&amp;postID=6308655141451772382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/6308655141451772382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036552289134245079/posts/default/6308655141451772382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurlinashah.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-are-my-c6h12o6-sweet-sugar.html' title='You are my C6H12O6, sweet sugar.'/><author><name>Linamania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695094018651726645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP5sXw93S7Q/TP--yUwjQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LRKrQTrnTfk/S220/DSC00711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
